I Love You, Too~ (TomTord One-Shots)

aNGST

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Tom was lying down on his sofa, switching through different TV channels. His stomach rumbled, claiming he was hungry, so he stood up and tiredly walked to the kitchen. He searched through the fridge for something to eat or drink and decided on a sandwich. Tom grabbed some bread and threw it in the toaster, leaning on the counter as he waited. His nonexistent eyes darted around and landed on a picture frame of Tord. Hey, it's my boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend, should I say. I killed him, he thought bitterly.

"Stupid commie," Tom muttered, looking away. "I miss you." He ignored the tears that threatened to spill and stared down at his checkered shoes.

*ding!*

Tom grabbed the bread and spread peanut butter and jelly on it carelessly. He bit into it and sat down on the couch, finishing half. Stupid commie. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! Images of Tord flashed in his mind and he pulled his own hair in an attempt to make them stop. Tom closed his eyes and let out a slow, shuddering breath. The images stopped.

He breathed a sigh of relief and bit off another piece of his sandwich. When he finished, he rubbed his hands together to rid of the crumbs and stretched. Tom heard a knock at his door and instantly whipped his head around to look at it. Who--? Oh, probably Edd or Matt, he guessed.

He ran a hand through his hair and brushed himself off. He swung open the door, expecting to see the ginger or the brunette. But he was met by Tord.

Tom stared up at the taller man, 'eyes' wide. His mouth turned dry. No words were exchanged between either of them. Tord's grey eyes were filled with regret and were darker than usual. "I-I'm sorry," he choked out.

Tom made a noise that resembled a whimper and rushed forward, throwing his arms around the Norwegian. They held each other in the doorway, sobbing onto each other's shoulders and soaking their hoodies. Every so often through the tears one of them would say "I love you" or "I missed you".

Tom reluctantly pulled away, shoulders bouncing up and down, and wiped his tears with his hoodie sleeve. "Wh...Why?" He asked hoarsely.

Tord stepped inside and closed the door, head hanging in shame. He shivered--but not from the cold--and shook his head sadly. "I don't know." He repeated those three words over and over. Finally he lifted his head to face the Brit.

Tom took one step forward and looked him in the eyes. He kissed him gently. Both Tom and Tord crumpled to their knees and hugged each other, crying quietly this time. They whispered one last thing to each other before falling asleep in each other's arms:

"I love you."

Angst