Short stories of the gentleman England :3

Chapter nine~ Fragile heart (PruCan special)

Writer: I found this cute lil pic :3 so I wrote something for it...

A faint sound could be heard in the hallway, in the early hours, of the house letter box which was filled with one simple yet hopeful letter of confession. The ink that had dried a few hours ago had inscribed the 6 letters on the front of this very same confession.

That day also happened to be valentines day which could only explain why this person had chosen now, 'I mean it's only proper, right?' At least that's what he though, as he posted it though his admirers door. With a final sigh this secret someone turned and left to walk that very far journey back he'd taken just to get here. He just hoped it was worth it. Scratch that, he knew that it was worth it.

Two hours later a boisterous Alfred and an almost silent Mathew made their way down stairs. "Dude!" "Look how many cards I got" Excitement wasn't even the right word for what Alfred was displaying, this was 10000 times more than anyone who was excited or even pumped. As the American started to make a pile of his 'confessions' (all though they were extremely obvious crushes) he stopped as he came to one with the words 'Mathew' carefully written on the front. The neatness was shown very clearly though you'd never have guessed it was because it was the 31st attempt to make it perfect for Mathew.

"Whoah, I think someone's got the hots for youuu" Alfred teased lightly, as he turned to hand it to his now crimson brother. "Th-Thanks" Was all Mathew could get out before quickly dashing off with it.

Thousands of thoughts swirled in his head as he prepared to open his carefully made card. Would it be a prank? Oh how his fragile heart hoped it was something nice, that someone had actually noticed him and maybe even loved him for who he was. His brother would probably snigger if he heard his thoughts. He had said he was a little soft. 'Oh just open it already' his fingers whisper shouted (even his fingers weren't very loud) but that cry out was all he needed.

As his fingers tore into the envelope and anxiousness filled him. To his delight what he found was genuine. A card crafted from the heart, and aimed at him. The first time he read it, he couldn't even absorb the words picked out for his eyes alone. After the 40th time he had read it, Alfred soon came upstairs only to find Gilbert's name written over and over by his newly obsessed brother. "Someones happy" He couldn't help but smirk and wink knowingly. Mathew blushed as he collected the paper that he had been doodling his admirers name on. "Gilbert" he sighed before skipping off whilst hugging it close, to go safely put his card away.

((If you are asking, why PruCan? My answer is BECUZ I CAN >>>>>>:3 HEHehehehehEH))