Hetalia One-Shots [REQUESTS OPEN]

Out In The Rain (England)

I got those jet pack blues
Just like Judy
The kind that make June feel like September

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Rain, it always rains in London. Sunshine would be nice, much rather than these daily drizzles. Oh, sir would you like some sunshine? Why ye– No! You get no sun, only dark clouds and fat drops of water falling from the sky.

Dammit.

Even today..... He puts a hand into his pocket, securing the small object in his palm. He sighs in relief, as he has every few minutes as if just by sitting the thing would disappear.

"You okay there, Mr. Kirkland?" A voice rumbles from the front.

Arthur Kirkland smiles to assure his driver and lomg time friend, Gilbert Beilschmidt. "Restless, Gilbert. Just restless." He sighs and leans his head against the window again.

Even on a day like this, the clouds won't part.

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I'm the last one that you'll ever
Remember
And I'm trying to find that piece of mind
Behind these two white highway lines

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He remembers hearing the news. It was a shock to him, larger than anything he had ever felt before. He cried not soon afterwards, falling to the ground in a heap; it was the best thing he had ever heard aside from the words "I do."

He is a father.

A father.

Even now, a few tears escape his eyes. Still yet, he can't get over the fact that he has a family on the way. That he married the best woman in the world.

Everything is right now. Its right.

He checks the object in his pocket again; its still there.

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When the city goes silent
The ringing in my ears gets violent

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"Mr. Kirkland.... Mr. Kirkland. You're home now," the voice says, shaking him from sleep.

The Englishman blinks and stretches, rubbing sleep from his emerald eyes. "'lready?" he mumbles.

"Yes sir," the German smirks with his red eyes gleaming brightly in the dark gloom of rain.