Connection(A Larry Stylinson AU Fic)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Harry was unable to tear his face away from the first line in the email. Whomever he had emailed surely thought he was a complete idiot! Harry brought his hand up to cover his face in shame. Although, technically, no one could see him, and nor did this person even know who he was.

Peeping through the cracks between his fingers, he read the rest of the email.

But hey, airplanes, huh? I like airplanes myself. They're freakin' awesome, especially the Tornado GR4. Even its name is awesome!

So, dude, how'd u get my email address neway? U go to Hetalia High or somethin'?

-SWAGMASTAofcarrots

Harry had two options. Option one consisted of him ignoring this email, deleting the address from his buddy list, and pretending it never happened. His second option consisted of actually emailing back.

And, even more shocking, was that Harry was actually considering the second option.

So this wasn't Zayn, but obviously this person had good taste. The Tornado GR4 was from the Royal Air Force, after all, meaning that it was from England, his home before he had to move to the states after another one of his parents' business trips. And it might be nice to hold email conversations without the other person knowing who he actually was…He didn't have to act like a complete gentleman, and nor did he have to reserve his thoughts. He was, literally, quite free to write about whatever he pleased, and receive an answer in response to his thoughts. The only things he had to concern himself with were the mentioning of names and circumstances, lest this anonymous emailer found out who he really was through that information.

Therefore, Harry had to keep the content of the emails at a distance. He could go on about his hobbies, interests, thoughts about life, etc. However, under no circumstances would he allow himself to talk about the events of his day. That would be absolutely too risky, and he didn't want this person finding out who he was (after all, it was shameful enough that he had emailed the wrong person).

Most importantly, however, was that he couldn't let these emails get too personal. He could talk to this person to relieve some stress, but under no circumstances could he let himself get too caught up in something as simple as an electronic pen pal.

After much deliberation, Harry began to type a response.

I'm terribly sorry about emailing you. I thought you were someone else (who will not be mentioned).

I'm glad to see, however, that you have taken a liking to the Tornado GR4. The Royal Air Force is truly something, is it not? I tend to collect models based off the airplanes, or at least I used to when I was young. Now, I barely have time to collect anything with the amount of schoolwork I receive.

Do you collect anything?

-HomesickEskimo

Harry read and reread his email, frowning at the part where he signed the bottom with his screen name. It was honestly the first thing that had come to mind when he first arrived in America, but now the email address seemed almost embarrassing. However, SWAGMASTAofcarrots was one of the more ridiculous screen names he had ever heard of.

He also scanned his email to see if his voice was too formal, which it was. Harry just wasn't used to writing or speaking in a voice that gave off anything less than a presence of superiority and politeness at the same time. However, he would have to be brave (seeing as how this person, whoever he was, might connect his speech with the way he wrote in the email).