My Itty Bitties

11. Cherry Red

Chapter Summary: Wound

Chapter note: I don't think I ever mentioned that this book is inspired by 'Hetachains' by Burnt Toast. It's a hetalia fanfic on Quotev.

"Sans."

"No."

"Just do it."

"Nope."

"OH FOR THE— JUST WEAR IT! DON'T ACT LIKE A BABYBONES!" Edge shouted, shoving the clothes Blue had pulled out with his good hand towards Sans. Growling softly as Sans chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.

"I'm comfortable. That should be important."

You sighed softly as Hange stood behind you with a sympathetic smile, rubbing your shoulder as if you were throwing up liquor.

"Sans," you called, leaning on your bed and picked the clothes from Edge's hand. Inspecting it with a frown. It was nice, why wouldn't he want to put it on?

Clinging on your sheets as you sat at the edge. "It'll only be for today. Levi doesn't know about you like he does with Edge and Blue." You gently pushed the clothes towards him.

Sans glanced at the clothes displayed on the bed then up to you. His gaze calculating and hard as he wandered his mind. You pursed your lips and pushed yourself off the floor. Dusting off your knees and ran a hand through your hair.

"First impression matters!" Hange spoke, shaking her hands slightly as she leaned onto your back. Looming over the three bitties. "Erwin and Mike are definitely your ticket to safety!"

"Even so, I wouldn't let anything happen to them." You muttered under your breath, although you were sure they heard despite the small murmur. Lightly brushing her off, you smiled at Sans. "It'll be a few minutes then you can hide away in here, i'll bring you food."

Sans shrugged his shoulders, laying down and closed his sockets, purposely crossing his arms over his head.

"You're pretty stubborn, aren't you?" You asked, poking his side. He tensed and swatted your finger away, the grin on his mouth pulling more as he giggled.

You blinked twice before matching his grin. Skeletons were ticklish! Or maybe it was just Sans. However, this new discovery would have to wait until your friends left.

"Alright." You tried to hide the disappointment in your tone but you knew that it was obvious with the way Sans had tensed before pretending to nap.

"WHAT!" Edge shouted. "YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE THAT SACK OF BONES HERE!"

"I can and I will." You muttered, lightly brushing your fingertips along his skull. Edge didn't swat your finger away but huffed displeasingly.

"DON'T LET HIM WALK OVER YOU! SHOW YOUR DOMINANCE!" He shouted, digging his phalanges into your palm. You winced softly as you pushed open the door.

"Edge, you can't force someone to do things." You said softly, slowly taking your time to get to the kitchen. "If Sans doesn't want to eat then it's his loss."

Edge stopped his actions, his narrowed sockets looking up at you in realization. His scowl replaced with a knowing grin at the volume of your voice.

His eyelights trailed to your shoulder as Sans appeared in thin air, suit and tie neatly on with no signs of stains.

"Hello, Sans!" You greeted, faking a smile as the bitty only frowned.

Edge snickering in your palm, you entered the kitchen.