The World I Live In (Crazy Hetalia Fanfic)

Eighty-Eight

I wake up on November seventeenth, cuddling with Arthur. I peek up at him, and – not weirdly, of course – watch him. His mouth is open slightly, closing only to exhale out of his nose. His hair falls in his face, a single eyebrow twitching. I smile lightly, seeing his eyes move behind his lids, lashes slightly hitting the bottom of his cheeks. I count twenty-four freckles on his face, splashing across his nose. He inhales, a small snore escaping his mouth, before groaning and snuggling more into me, arms around me. I sigh in happiness, curling into him myself. Before looking up and planting a small kiss on his slightly chapped lips. His eyes open slowly, mouth curling into a smile, kissing me back. I melt into him, drowsy and happy. We only slightly make out, I guess. It is great, and wonderful, and I’m comfortable with him… And I like him. I like him a lot.

          When about ten minutes pass, we’re still tired, and we rise, he going to use the toilet, I to get into the shower. I wash my hair and face, and he flushes, the water going cold for a second before resuming with heat. He opens the door and leaves. I sigh, finally loosening up. Thank God he isn’t some bold type, to just get into the shower with me or something. Although I would probably be alright with it… I wonder what he looks like naked… A blush creeps up my face as I grin, not stopping myself at the thought of him in the nude. He must look really nice…

          I get out, drying off with a towel and slinking to my room, putting on some jeans and a baggy, large sweater. I braid my hair back, and don’t put on any makeup, going to the kitchen to talk to Arthur.

          “Hey, Art-“ I stop when I realize he isn’t here. I turn into the living room, to find it also empty. I peek into his room, and find him quietly strumming on a guitar. It looks different from the one I saw at his other house, more of an acoustic than electric. He’s humming along, and I crawl up next to him, and he continues. I recognize the song. It’s something light, and easy, and I sing along.

          “You didn’t have to look my way, your eyes still haunt me to this day, but you did… Yes you did… Set me free… My… Honeybee…” We sing along together, and I grin, moving to get my Launchpad. He doesn’t protest as I set it up, and begin putting a small amount of drum to his strums. I make a rhythm, and we play quietly, enjoying the others company. When the song’s over, he begins strumming, and I sing.

          “All I knew, this morning when I woke, is I know something now- Know something now, I didn’t before. And all I’ve seen, since eighteen hours ago, is green eyes and freckles and your smile in the back of my mind, making me feel like-” I hit multiple buttons as the song progresses. “I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now.” We hit the chorus, and sing together. How he knows this song is beyond me, it being an American song. “'Cause all I know is we said ‘hello’, and your eyes look like coming home. All I know is a simple name… Everything has changed. All I know is you held the door. You'll be mine and I'll be yours… All I know since yesterday is everything has changed.”

          We’re laughing by the songs end.

          “Wow, you really know that thing!” He comments, and I nod.

          “I’ve been practicing… But golly, do you know how to strum!” We poke and prod at each other about it for the rest of the day, and the rest is forgotten, out laughter kicking out any problems we might have.

 The next morning, I get an itching for a swim.

          “We should go swimming.” I exclaim to Arthur, who lowers his teacup, raising an eyebrow.

          “It’s the middle of November.” He replies. I shrug.

          “So what?”