drabble

Midnight Train

A/N: This short scenario characters are of Archimedes and Achilles. It's been awhile since I've written anything so beware for the train wreck ahead ;;;; )))) no one? Okay..

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"And th-then the guy t-tried to hit on m-me! Can you believe th-that? How disgusting r-r-right, Achi?" The small Spaniard male huffed in his frustration. His entire being seethed with anger when his companion didn't respond.

Archimedes turned his glare onto the tall Russian beside him. He noticed something unusual about him, he was asleep. Achilles ear buds were in his ears letting him listen to whatever is was an alien would listen to.

When Archimedes leaned closer to inspect the sleeping face of his partner he noticed that Achilles had slight bags under his eyes. Not only that but a small frown settled on his handsome face, marring it with worry.

Raising his hand to gently caress his sleeping face Archimedes began to wonder what exactly aliens like Achilles listened to.

'Well kn-knowing Achi he probably listens to some m-metal band or rap music...' Archimedes sighed. Reeling his hand back Archimedes closed his eyes and released a small sigh he hasn't realized he was holding.

He sat there for minutes in the quiet and isolated train car that seemed to last for light years. His body and mind relaxed with each soft, evened breath Achilles made as he slept. The Spaniard blushed suddenly as he reached for the Russians hand, not willing to admit his flustered state.

"J-j-just fo-r a litt-tle b-bit..." Archimedes nodded to himself quietly. "R-right?" He swallowed hard.

Suddenly an idea popped into his head and he gave Achilles another once over just now realizing how his fingers intertwined almost naturally with his own small hands. Leaning over Archie plucked own ear buds from the sleeping Achilles and instead placed it into his own ear.

"Isn't this... Moonlight Sonata?" Archimedes murmured quietly. His voice barely a whisper as he leaned his head onto the broad shoulder of Achilles. His eyes grew tired but nonetheless he was surprised as the music continued on. Every song played was classical.

"A g-guy like y-you of all peop-ple, huh? A s-s-secret classic junkie... Y-you r-really are s-something el-else Achi, y'know that?" Archimedes grinned lightly as his eyes finally drooped closed. Leading him into a sickly sweet dream land.