{A NicePrincess Fanfiction} A Love That Couldnt Last

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Nicey awoke a few hours later in Ozzy's arms, blushing like mad but not moving. Assuming Oswald was asleep, she decided to try and go back to sleep, as not to wake him. Suddenly, a hand gently moved some hair from in front of her face. She looked up to see Oswalds eyes meeting hers a smile draped across his face. She pulled the blanket up a bit to hide a bit of blush. Oswald chuckled a little. 

"Morning sleeping beauty. "

"M-morning."

Oswald sat up a little, his back against the bed frame.

"H-how long have you been awake?"

"Hm, half an hour or so. "

"And you didn't get up? "

"Tried to, but your hand just didn't want to let go of me. "

Nice hid her face in the blanket again, blushing as she thought of how she must've looked, internally screaming.  Suddenly, her mind became curious. The blanket seemed to trigger a few questions.  She hadn't remembered sleeping in Oswalds bed before. All she remembered was the bunny kids worried faces, then liquid black blinded her. She sat up, her eyes loosing color as she started at the blanket in curiosity, lost in thought.

"Nicey? "

"Huh?"

Oswalds voice snapped her back. His voice sounded a bit concerned.

"You okay?"

She just nodded, to shy to ask how she'd wound up in bed.

"Hm.... Well, I'd like to know something. "

Nicey looked him in the eyes. Her hand placed atop his, he didn't seem to want to look at her.

"D-did I do something wrong?"

She asked. Oswald shook his head, looking at her, the smile she'd woken up to back on his face.

"Nah, it's nothing."

He stood up, the warmth of Niceys hand fading made his smile falter a little, but it crawled its way back up as he grabbed her hand and pulled her into the kitchen.

"Come on Nicey, Donalds probably making butterscotch waffles!"

Niceys eyes lit up as soon as she heard butterscotch. It was one of her favorites, Ozzy just didn't know it yet. Or maybe he did somehow. She wasn't sure.
As the two walked into the kitchen, the smell brought a smile to her face. Donald was in front of the stove, not noticing her or Oswald.

"Morning Donald. "

"Morning Oswa-"

Donald quickly went quiet. Then turned to them In surprise, still not expecting Oswald to talk.
His eyes met with Niceys. His facial expression read that of a Lenny face. The mood and subject changed extremely quickly.

"So, finally moved on from Ortensia huh?"

Oswald blushed, his hands grabbing his ears to cover his face.

"D-Donald it isn't like that! "

Donald just laughed, but he continued to stare at them and do this weird eyebrow thing, moving them up and down with a smirk on his face.

"D-Donald stahp!"

Donald continued his laughter. Mickey walked into the room, yawning. The noise isn't what woke him up though

"Morning Donald. Morning Oswald. "

"Morning"

Nicey didn't say anything, remembering the last look he gave her. The look of despair when he'd seen Oswald crying on Niceys shoulder, bleeding. He didn't want an explanation of what had happened that night, so he decided whatever happened would stay between them less they decided otherwise. They all sat at the table, a large breakfast of waffles, bacon, and eggs sat in the middle of the table. They ate In silence, with the occasional 'can you pass the salt' or something. Donald was the one who broke the silence, whistling as he had noticed the two blush in everytime they looked at each other. Nicey had known about his crappy personality, but she hadn't expected him to be quietly shipping the two at the breakfast table.

"Donald cut it out! "

Donald giggled quietly to himself afterwords. Mickey had been quiet the entire time, lost in his thoughts. The mystery and stress just wouldn't leave this group of people alone,  would it? Oswald quickly noticed Mickey's unnatural behavior, looking at him questioningly.

"Mick, you alright?"

Mickey just gave a quick mhm and went back to eating. The strangling silence continued, until breakfast was over and Oswald begun to do the dishes. As Nicey stood up from the table, Mickey finally spoke to her, acknowledging her presence.

"Hey... Nice. "

His voice was a bit quiet, but it caught Niceys attention, and Oswalds. His ear twitched as he listened to his brother, not making it known he was listening. 

"How... Long have you had the ink illness?"