LittleMissOddball

Although you have a serious face and you feel like it,
Why won’t you make a sad face for me?
If it’s what you want, i f it’s only tears,
“It’s okay to cry.” Or something is what you’ll say. Right?

His strides were quick and sharp, coupled with the certainty of where he was headed and the rising heat of his anger peaking from head to his nether regions, Mathias’ mind was a jumbled mess of emotions just dying to find some sort of avenue of release. And as if it knew where it belonged, his body let itself drown freely in the whims of his head. Never in his life had he thought their college building was so huge that it would take him ages to get to where he wanted to go. Once, he believed it had been a waste for him to come to this premier yet ultimately comparatively miniature in structure and population. Today was different. The hallways were longer, there were more twists and turns, students kept bumping onto him like annoying obstructions in his path. It felt like it had been a thousand years before he finally found the door of the room he was looking for. He hastened his pace and swung the door open, ignoring the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, knowing full-well that the only man who placed that sign specifically does not want anything or anyone to touch him, not even the man who adored his body, heart and soul with everything he had.

Then again, it’s not as if Mathias could hold back anymore.

Massive bags under his eyes, the angry Norwegian turned to the intruder with a menacing glare, maddened at the sudden interruption. His eyes went wide with surprise at seeing the heavily panting Dane stomping towards him with predatory eyes. He stepped back, feeling a chill run down his spine. “M-Mathias, what are you doing here!? I put up the sign!”

“Shut up.” Mathias gripped him by the wrist and vigorously pulled Lukas toward him and fervently kissed him, forcing his tongue inside, tasting every corner of his mouth, burning the sensation in his mind. Lukas struggled against him, but Mathias held him fast. What’s going on? Is he angry about something!? Was all Lukas could think of as their lips unlocked but quickly returned to their battle of domination despite both losing breath. Lukas felt his knees quiver and turn to jelly as Mathias’ lips moved from his to the side of his neck, planting marks here and there, whispering soft nothings in his ear.

“Mathias! Cut it out!”

“Tsk. You should learn when to shut up, and let me do my work, Lukas baby.”

Mathias nibbled on Lukas’ earlobe earning a loud gasp from the other. Lukas tried to resist, begging him to stop but his voice didn’t seem to reach the Dane who kept leaving red marks in obvious places. He then felt a hand slowly under his shirt caressing his backside then slowly glided down and slipping into his pants. Lukas found his voice and attempted again to push the dazed Mathias off him.

“Don’t fuck with me! We’re in school!”

“You say that but you seem even more turned on than usual.”

Mathias pulled him even closer overpowering the other and then kissed him with as much force as he did at the beginning, then started to push Lukas down. Slowly losing balance, Lukas fell to the floor with a thud, Mathias entire weight pushing him down, hindering him from getting up. His wrists, bound by Mathias’ hands, were above his head allowing the Dane all the best view at his beautiful prize. Lukas was panting heavily. Mathias kept kissing him until his head was completely blank, making him lose the strength to refuse. What the hell was happening? Mathias had never been this forceful, and he would only do this if he had Lukas’ permission. He treasured him above all else and would always want Lukas to feel the pinnacle of pleasure brought by gentleness and love and yet here he was, pinned to the floor and sapped of all strength that all he could do was submit.

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In the end, we went all the way. To make it even worse, we’re still in school. Lukas thought as he lay naked with Mathias on his stomach on the couch their college theatre organization had used for an event once. He was sore and red all over, not to mention he was sweaty and sticky inside and out from the rigorous activity, plus he could not move an inch since one, he was hurting so much and two, Mathias could awaken from his sleep. He reminded himself to the thank the theatre organization one of these days for their couch idea.

He stared at the sleeping face beside him, snoring soundly with not a care in the world. It was hard to believe that this was the same pheromone-ridden alpha male that took him and continuously thrusted his manhood into him again and again. He looked too peaceful, and to Lukas altogether precious. He stopped himself from these thoughts as he realized he had been grinning like a fool. His next thoughts as to why he would come here so eager for sex enough to render Lukas incapable for work turned his smile upside down. He was mad. But why? He tried to recall any time where he had done something against the Dane but to no avail. Any other person would have to be Arthur but Arthur was here not too long ago. Something must have happened at home that could’ve ticked him off.

Or that it had something to do with Emil.

As soon as the thought popped into his mind, like an instinct, Mathias’ began to stir, his eyes opening slowly, allowing Lukas to get a glimpse of his beautiful azure eyes. Those eyes that captivated him from the moment Lukas saw him. It reminded him of home, of the beautiful lake splayed towards the horizon and filling out into the ocean. He let his hand reach out and touch Mathias’ face gently, feeling the lines and features of his handsome form. Mathias curled into his touch, kissing his palm and feeling his warmth. Never in his life had he thought he would ever cherish anyone like this that it felt all too surreal to have him here with him in the dimly lit room, even amidst the clutter of materials scattered about. He was taken by surprise when Lukas winced in pain when he shifted his weight a little bit to keep them both from falling off the couch.

“I’m sorry.” He said with a soft voice.

“Damn right you should be, horny bastard. It hurt like hell and you didn’t even prepare me.” Mathias moved a hand to Lukas’ bottom and began massaging him. It was all he could think of at that moment. He then brought his face towards Lukas and brushed their lips together.

Ah, this feeling. Lighthearted and warm at the same time. He always loved Mathias’ kisses and Mathias loved kissing Lukas more than anything. It was the only thing that kept him sane for the longest time and he doubted anything could amount to the bliss he felt with those soft lips and the sweet sounds that he makes. Only Lukas. Lukas.

How could he continue with this?

Lukas broke their kiss and looked him in the eyes. Mathias smiled at him and pulled him into an embrace then into his lover’s ear he whispers, “I love you.” with all the conviction he could muster.

From below him Lukas shudders as he repeats the words of love to Mathias. They both fell silent for a while just hugging. Then Lukas breaks the silence, desperate for answers.

“Is there something I should know?”

Mathias stays still, silent and deciding whether this was the right time to come out and say it. But how?

Hey! I’ve been sleeping with your brother because he knows someone that can make our dreams come true! It was all physical and I love you the most!

As if he would accept that. Besides, he has other things to worry about. He glances at the shadow of Lukas thesis project which was coming out very well. It was beautiful just like him and for him to suddenly impose this notion, it would break his heart and would depress him for sure. With that, he let him go and got off the couch. Lukas simply stared at him as he searched for his clothes atop a pile of cut-outs.

“Mathias?”

Mathias put on his pants and moved to Lukas, a smile on his face, and then kissed the latter’s forehead. “It’s nothing. I just wanted to show you how much I love you, that’s all.” He then put on his shirt and shoes and completed his look, just the way he entered the room. He then sat beside Lukas, caressing his face. As he stared, Lukas noticed the pained expression Mathias had on like he was trying to look cheerful but in fact it wasn’t working.

“Why are you always like this? Hiding things from me and keeping it to yourself, what am I supposed to be, Mathias?” Lukas’ voice was cracking and he knew it, but it was something he had to say. Mathias on the other hand, was taken aback by the sudden interrogation.

“What? Lukas, you know that even without me saying it. I love you, how much more do I have to say it for you to understand?”

“Am I not allowed to know what you’re feeling? Am I not allowed to share your troubles? I am not a mere decoration, Kohler. Don’t think that you’re the only one who knows how to deal with emotions because as far as I’m concerned, you CAN’T.”

Mathias withdrew his hand and stood up then started walking to the door. “Is that really how weak you see me, Lukas?”

Lukas found the strength in his legs and trailed after him, ignoring the pain in his underside. “You know I don’t mean it that way.”

“You’re right. You’ve always been like that. You knew what to do and how to work with situations that were even against you. But what do I do? I laugh it off and think it’ll all blow away in the end.”

“That’s not what I mean!”

“I get it, Lukas.” Mathias turned away from him and strode out the door. Lukas could do nothing but look at him from where he stood.

This is a disaster.

“I’ll be home late. Don’t wait up for me.”

“Mathias, please.” And with that Mathias strode out the door, leaving Lukas in the middle of all his work naked and bare, emotions running high and tears streaming down his cheeks.

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Mathias strode into the hallway, his heart pumping wildly into his chest. He had no right to be mad at Lukas when it was he was at fault. Moreover, he had put off something so important that he knew Lukas needed to know. He knew it was something he couldn’t continue hiding and that was the perfect moment. But…

I could destroy him. That’s the last thing this relationship needs. Another broken soul.

The hallway was empty and more or less silent except for the muffled voices coming from lecture rooms and a few students passing by from time to time. Outside was also in the same state. The sun was high so for sure students are either in class, in their dorms, eating out or simply lazing around. It was always around this time that school was devoid of people. But nothing could be emptier now than the void in the lone blond Dane walking along the cobblestone walkway of his college.

I'm telling you all, this fic is already up in my AO3 account, but I completely forgot to put it here, lol. That's why I'm churning out all the Gimmick Game chapters.

This just means I won't be posting anymore chapters (unless I get some wild idea for another oneshot, but I highly doubt that. Lol) until I get part 2 done. So anyway! Here's chapter 1!

P.S. I'm not gonna lie. I was blushing the entire time I wrote it. Read away and find out why! HAHAHA
Notes: Hansa Lettol is a famous beer brand in Norway
           Hornindalsvatnet is the second deepest lake in Norway
         Va Pensiero=Chorus of the Hebrew slaves. It's the Third Act from the opera Nabucco
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I wonder why only I can see how filthy your fingers are
So please don’t caress my body with those dirty fingers.

“Don’t--not here, Mathias. My brother will be here soon.” he allowed a small moan to escape as the Dane slid his hand under the Icelander’s blue striped shirt, tweaking one erect nipple with his finger. Mathias simply hummed in defiance.

“I’m not kidding, stop it already.”
“Hmmm. Nope.” He removed his hands from underneath the shirt and grabbing the bottom of the shirt, pulled it upwards, revealing the pearly white well-chiseled chest of the man beneath him. He started peppering his belly with kisses, giving attention to both nipples with the use of his hand. Mathias felt something poke at his lower region. He smirked, lifting a little bit of his weight off Emil. “Besides, do you seriously wanna stop with this, babe?” With his right hand, he tweaked one of the younger man’s nipple while his left traveled downwards, pulling down the undergarment that hid the aching erection and took it in his palm caressing it gently. Emil tried to control the moans of pleasure slowly escaping his lips. He placed his hands on Mathias’ shoulders trying to push him away.

“Seriously...stop...ugh...”
Mathias ceased playing with his nipples and looked up to him, a frown on his face. “Come on, what’s the big deal?”
“My brother is coming back! We can’t let him see us like this!”

Mathias glanced at the clock. Instead climbing off of him however, he slid downwards and took Emil’s erection in his mouth. Emil let out a loud moan.

“Stupid!”
“Don’t worry. Lukas said he’ll be home late. So...” he said between sucks and licks. He removed his mouth from the dripping member and grabbed the lube in the drawer and sprinkled a generous amount in his hands.“…we have all the time in the world.” Mathias hurriedly took off the rest of his clothing. The soft sound of his belt hit the floor, along with the rustle of his pants. Emil squirmed in his position, trying to pry himself from the Dane’s hold. No matter what he did, Mathias never listened and always let his lust get in the way.

“But the door--mmph!” Mathias cut him off with a kiss as he slipped in two digits easily, earning a moan from the Icelander’s sweet lips while he scissored him slowly. Emil’s erection throbbed, but as his hand moved to help Mathias give him some release, the latter stopped him and pinned him to the bed. “No can do, babe.”

Emil looked at him with disbelief and a hint of annoyance before finally giving in. Mathias felt the other one relax and let go of him, his hands leaving a mark on Emil’s wrist. He leaned down on him and peppered Emil’s neck with kisses before whispering in his ear.

“This’ll be over in a bit. Relax.”

Before Emil could retort, he was silenced by a kiss followed by a violent thrust at his bottom as he felt himself get filled up by the Dane. Mathias released his lips and let the sweet moans of pleasure escape the Icelander’s lips.

The sheets shifted underneath them as their movements, filled with lust and longing hastened and their kisses deeper and deeper. The smell of sweat and sex along with their gasps and groans filled the room completely, seeping into the small cracks on the walls and out of the four corners of the bedroom.

Outside, the main door was shut. But another set of keys on the counter suggested someone had entered just a while ago and had heard the sounds coming from the second floor bedroom. He had thought of going up there and stopping them, but instead went for the fridge and grabbed a can of beer and took it down in one gulp.

He stood by the bar counter for a while, savoring the bitter metallic taste of the Hansa Lettol. The aroma of the beer had not been enough to douse the disgusting of smell now surrounding the room but it gave him enough sting to silence the clenching pain starting to build up again.

He held onto the beer can and decided against throwing it into their trashcan. He couldn’t leave any evidences that he had been here and Mathias would never notice one less can from the beer stock so instead he would throw it outside on his way to wherever. Maybe he should stay at the library or go to the bar Tino had recommended a few days ago.

He retrieved his keys and the things he had with him when he entered and quietly went out the door, leaving his brother and his lover to dive deeper into their lust.
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It ended after quite a lot of rounds. The room had been in a mess, like a tornado had swept through. White blotches of semen had splattered in random places across the wall, on their clothes and on some of the things that were present to witness the lovemaking affair. There were items on the floor that looked more than it had participated in something other than being witnesses. It took a good while for them to clean up. The bathroom was no less different. A few minutes after getting into the tub, Mathias and Emil were at it again like rabbits in heat. It was no surprise that when they got out, Emil was sore at the bottom and the sun had already set. In its place, the bright taciturn moon hung in the middle of the sky surrounded by thousands of stars unmasked by the absence of clouds.

Downstairs was empty and there were no signs of anyone who came in and came out. Both internally let out a sigh of relief. Emil asked if he could grab a can of Hansa Lettol from the fridge. Mathias told him to indulge.

While Emil went to get beer for them both, Mathias sat on the white couch of the wide living room area of their condo apartment. He glanced at the clock and wondered where Lukas could have gone. It was way past 7. He said he would be back by this time.

He took out his phone to check for new messages.

Not even a single call.

Normally, he would’ve called or at least left a text. Not even a single memo to be found. But the place seemed to be empty and devoid of people when they left the bedroom. As he pondered upon calling Lukas, Emil called out from the kitchen.
“Aren’t you missing one can of beer in here?”

Just as Emil had ended his sentence, the hinges of the door creaked as the door swung open to reveal Lukas who had just arrived home.

“I’m back.”

Mathias felt his heart leap from his rib cage as the soft voice of the Norwegian rang in his ears, and invade his inner being, sending shivers down his spine. For a while he lost the ability to talk.

Fanfic writing is fun especially when you have so much fandoms to go about. This time I bring you all my first ever Haikyuu! Song Fanfic. I've chosen Kimi Ga Iru Kara by Arashi and the setting takes place in preparing somewhere at the beginning of season 2. If you're not yet acquainted with it, it's a sports anime, volleyball to be exact. Anyway, gimme comments on this guys This'll be like the first time I try my hand out writing Haikyuu so I tried my best. //shakes// I'm in your care again! <3 credits to yarukizero' livejournal for the song translation. Thank you for your hardwork in translating, dear :)

Chasing after the tall clouds, we raced up a long hill
Leaving the city behind, I wonder how far we’ll go.
If we go over the top of it, the wind should change
What kind of color was it? Let’s pass the time together

Every time your long hair sways, my eyes glance towards you
When we realized it, the scattered grains of light had started changing into a rainbows
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There was a rustle of grass beneath our feet as we sprinted towards the top of Shinzen High’s Heartbreak Hill for our penalty sprint. For the nth time today, we, the Karasuno Volleyball Club, had lost yet another practice match against one of Tokyo’s power schools and thus was subjected to a lap of uphill sprint before we start our next match. As I neared the top of the hill, a figure relatively shorter than me made his way past me and had reached the top. He stood above me, for once looking taller and more authoritative than he originally is. His tall orange spiky hair swayed to the direction of the wind, and his eyes filled with the same look of glee every time he and I had successfully landed a ball inside the opponent’s court. I reached the top a few seconds after, the rest of the team close behind.

“Hah! Too slow, Kageyama!” he said with a mocking tone. “This gives me the first win of the day! Bleeeeh!”

“Shut up, dumbass.” I retorted with a smack to his head.
“Sore loser. Heh. “ He flashes me the usual smile and suddenly I’m weak in the knees followed by the painful clenching in my chest and then the sudden urge to touch him. I feel my hand, consciously or the other, start to bring itself to Hinata’s face when he runs behind me to play around with the seniors. I am suddenly aware of that hand that had nearly betrayed my emotion.

Again, he’s playing with my emotions and as I falter at even the smallest gestures of kindness and unintended friendship, I find myself slowly breaking out of the isolating cell I’ve made inside of me and coming towards the lightly painted scenery where he stood, his hand held out, calling me in the endearing term, ‘partner’. The wind had changed its direction to the east, blowing with it fallen leaves from the very few trees that stood shading us from the grueling heat of the sun. My eyes followed him as he made folly with the rest of the team before heading back down for the next round of games. I felt a hand gently pat me on my back. I turn to see our 3rd year setter, Senior Sugawara give me a complacent smile before sprinting downhill and back inside the volleyball gym.
From the bottom of the hill his voice echoed silently in a sing-song way that uttering my name seemed a broken melody, masking the loud thuds in my chest.“Kageyama!”

“What, dumbass?” I returned, miraculously managing the quiver in my voice.
“Gimme a toss!”

The wind subsided and drifting parts of the wind left itself hanging on the side of my shoulders as I am engulfed in a world, fully aware of the lightly painted illusion where all that remained was me and him, our heartbeats in sync. There I stood, motionless, as if my body had surrendered itself to the sweet allure until the strong voice of our captain ordering us to return inside to prepare for the next match shattered the scenery and I return to the distinct sounds of honking horns and the clanking of railroad tracks amidst the chirping of the birds and rustling of leaves. I stared at the spot where he stood, now empty. Hinata had gone back in ahead. I followed suit while drowning in the guilty and rueful thoughts that I could ever be a part of that beautiful illusion.

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Because you’re here, love love love. Keep goin’ on
Everything is overflowing with a million colors
As I get to know you (Alright) I learn about sides of you (Oh yeah)
That I didn’t know Love, love, love you from the bottom of my heart
I wanna give you love
I wanna give you love.
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Whack. The round gas inflated rubber object flew in the air and was coming down quickly to the other side of the net. The shuffling of feet as the players got into position to defend their territory and to keep the ball up in the air. A hubbub of voices shouting for cover and signals for the ball on their side overpowered the squeaking sounds of rubber soles skidding against the shiny mahogany floor of the volleyball gym. Despite the clamor of noises on all four courts, I could see nothing but darkness and the movements of my team mates as well as my own as we shuffled, keeping the ball in the air and blocking any spikes from the team. I could hear nothing but the fast paced thudding in my chest as I waited.

“Kageyama, we leave it to you!” Captain Daichi’s yell seemed to come a good ways from me, even more than I’m usually accustomed to. However, I heard it knew what it meant.

The ball was coming.

I quickly moved to my setting stance, somewhere a bit in the middle of the net as my eyes followed the movement of the ball now rapidly coming down on my hands now prepared to toss. There was a sudden rush of adrenaline, blood coursing violently through my veins and a great ache in the back of my consciousness now starting to recall the time where there was nobody around to receive my toss. There was a slight shiver, a sort of hesitation in my hands considering a dump, despite knowing the futility of that move. We were losing, and I couldn’t afford to lose another point, despite this being just a practice match. The right thing to do was to toss it to someone, anyone and pray that the block would not be enough to stop the attack.

But what if no one was there to receive it?

Gimme a toss, Kageyama!

The darkness in which the scene replayed itself quickly vanished along with the sound of Hinata’s rubber soles leaving the floor as he positioned himself at the top of the net, ready to receive my toss and guarantee us a point. My muscles throbbed underneath my flesh in reaction to the ball hitting my palm as I sent it flying to Hinata’s direction. From my rear view, I could see a two blockers ready to shut out Hinata’s attack. I hold my breath, awaiting for the loud thud that comes from the ball landing.

The ball stopped exactly where I had wanted it to and with a full swing of his arm, Hinata sent the ball straight down to the left corner and then landing, bottom first as the whistle blows, calling IN, earning us a one point lead.

From our side came the rapid-fire shouts of glee and simultaneous ecstatic hurrahs and words of praise from the entire team. Watching from the benches, Coach Ukai gave us his own shouts of cheer as we returned to our positions and prepared for our round of service. Hinata came up to me and gave me a strong whack on the back and went on ahead. As I looked at him from behind, my chest swelled From it,sprouted the unknown feelings that never seem to go away no matter how hard I tried to bottle it up. Maybe it was me getting cocky. Most probably it was the feeling of competence, that someone was now finally able to return the tosses. And maybe it was comfort in the knowledge that the rift I had created long before I arrived in Karasuno would cease to exist. Was I silently being cheered upon from the shadows, like a mother who looked to her child, wishing that one day the bonds he created would send a million colors flying towards the heavens creating the lightly colored scenery he had so desperately wanted to be a part of?

“Gimme another, Kageyama! We’re on fire today!”
“Yeah!”

His sing-song voice traveled from across the court and rang in my ears, sending tremors down my spine. I put up a face to conceal the obvious red spreading to the tip of my ears. How dare he be cocky when he can’t even defend during mid-air battles. And yet he was, along with his simplistic attitude of looking forward instead of dwelling on the things that should have been, garnering strength from weakness. Everyday is a relentless battle to keep up with him and thus the struggle to remain above him continues.

This isn’t middle school anymore!
I’ll stand with you, on the same court!
I’ll be the one to beat you!

Time and again, he would proclaim to me his noble desire to put me into place despite knowing the limitations of his abilities; constantly remind me that middle school is far behind us, that we are a team, that we are ‘partners’. That day, I saw nothing except for the ball and myself upon my throne dressed in regal purple but nonetheless devoid of my followers. That scene replayed itself on numerous occasions. And when it did, the numbness I felt that day accompanied by the cold gush of isolation would begin to swallow me up until his voice picked me up again, prompting me not to wallow in my own sorry existence. And then I’m riled up all over again. He’s not just stupid, he’s a fool.

Nevertheless, believing in him, letting him walk with me; letting my heart waver at every sight, touch and sound, doesn’t that make me thrice the bigger fool?
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Tired from playing, your smiling face was dyed in the twilight
We’d been running around like little kids
Even if the magic fades as the sun starts to set
We’ll never forget the memories of the dreams we had
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The sun shines gently down on you drying your tears
The words we’d drawn in the sand will disappear too. We entrust our wishes to the approaching waves

There was a great big sigh of relief when the coaches called it a day, telling us to go wash off and have dinner. At the call of dinner, Senior Tanaka, one of our second year regulars as well as wing spikers, Senior Nishinoya, our regular second year libero, and Hinata bounded happily out the door and dashed towards the men’s bathroom with Senior Bokuto, a senior ace player of Fukurodani and Lev, a giant first year middle blocker from Nekoma following closely behind in an attempt to get to dinner first. I stayed behind with the rest to help clean up.

The cleanup went by quickly so by the time I could no longer control the growling in my stomach, I excused myself and left for the bathroom to wash up before heading off to dinner.

On my way there, I spotted Hinata standing at the top of Heartbreak Hill under the timely shade of the tree. The sun had started to set and the sky was letting off an orange glow like giant flames randomly shooting in all directions. As the wind started to pick up, I realized that my feet had taken a detour towards the hill, unconsciously drawn by the unusually serene figure standing alone his eyes fixed on the still strong glow of the setting sun. I stood beside him facing the same direction yet he did not move or flinch and simply allowed my company. For a while he stood, until his legs gave out and took a seat and reclined on the green grass. I followed his movements then locked our eyes with each other. I remained standing, taking in his entire figure. He was slim, with slender legs and his arms extended wide while his fingers added the extra width. As expected though, he wasn’t all that tall. His face was thin and pointed at the chin and the smile he wore made his smile seem to reach the back of his head. His deep orange eyes were the color of the flames of sky, but much brighter, like the sky was the misprint of it.

There was stillness and silence between us, as if the clock of time moved slowly. It was a silence that neither one of us wanted to end, like being together like this seemed like the most normal thing in the world.

“I thought you had gone ahead with the rest to dinner.” I said breaking the precious silence.
He gave a small chuckle. “I finished up quickly to catch this. It has a soothing effect on you.”

As if you could ever be calmed. Not you of all people.

Suddenly, a tear formed in the corner of his left eye. Startled, I knelt down as my hand, the same hand that had moved to touch him the morning, brought itself to the tears now constantly streaming down his face. He swatted my hand away and covered his face with his. He silently sobbed as I sat there unaware of what to do. This was something he had never done in front of me before and it was something I never expected nor wished to see. I thought my heart would stop if his tears would not cease flowing. So it was a sight of relief when it did. I touched a finger to the bottom of his eye and then cupped one side of his face. His eyes grew wide and as the flesh in my palm felt him shudder, I quickly withdrew my hand, blushing. He sat up and I looked away, afraid of what he might say. I tried to explain myself but spoke only obscure words.

My hand had betrayed me. My heart was beating wildly in my chest, blood flowed rapidly through my veins and my mind was blank, devoid of all reason. Suddenly, life left me and traversed to a parallel dimension, losing all grip on reality as Hinata looked at me with expecting eyes. I had taken a bold move and it seemed like it wasn’t the time for that.

Yet my hand moved on it’s own. And betrayed me of it’s own will, knowing I had been holding back for so long.
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Together with you Love love love, If we could stay here like this
It seems like the hands of the clock will come to a stop
Next to your side (Alright) I can’t hide anything from you (Oh yeah)
Because you’re here, Love love love you more than anyone
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“S-sorry, just now. I wasn’t...uhm...” I managed to get out.

My hand betrayed me.

“Hey, did it feel nice? Kageyama?” He spoke to me softly, but with the same cheerfulness. “Holding my face, I mean.”

“W-what?”
“I mean, this is just probably me but I’ve been noticing you trying to reach out to me nowadays. I figured you wanted to touch me. But I never understood why. I guess I was right, huh?” he spoke rapidly, but I could hear literally nothing, like my hears had subconsciously blocked out all the sounds, muffling these and making them almost indistinguishable from gibberish.

Time seemed to stop as I took in the words that came out of him, my brain’s gears started to move as I had realized the gravity of the situation. His eyes remained parked on me, as if studying me like an experimental mouse waiting for a chemical reaction.

I shuddered as it began to sink in that all my hard work trying to mask my feelings, pretending I could care less about the overwhelming pain in my chest every time I had the urge to touch him, had all been for nothing as he had known all along the many chances I had and thus the many chances I let slip by. I knew I had to get out of this situation somehow.

The heavens must have heard my plea when Captain Daichi with his strong tone of reproof, echoed through the now dark skies. He reminded us that there was a meeting in a few in the club’s room. I sprang quickly like a jack in a box and scrambled down the hill as fast as I could in hopes that my long legs would put a great distance between us.

Since we got back to the rest house, I had spent nearly every minute trying to avoid him. I made sure he wasn’t in the bathroom when I’d be in, or I’d avoid times where it would just be me and him. We had the meeting then we prepared for bed. When we were assigned bedrooms, I hadn’t been the least ecstatic about it after finding out that Hinata and I slept in different rooms. It was an incomprehensible feeling of frustration.

For the first time since training camp started, I have never been so happy to be in separate rooms.

Tonight, I took the liberty of going to bed early, hoping to get up early to catch the last Tokyo sunrise I would experience knowing full well how busy we would be once we get back home. Everyone else had gone to the open baths where they were, for sure fooling around with the other teams we had been practicing with. Once, I had wondered how everyone seemed to get along just fine despite knowing what we were to be once we step outside the training camp and onto the real court. We would be enemies fighting for a spot in the national tournament. Senior Bokuto would most likely be his usual goofy self during the real thing, but when it came down to it, he would be ready to crush our puny team and guarantee that spot for their team as is expected of the Ace of Fukurodani. I’m pretty sure Captain Daichi would have done the same.

Somehow, the idea of having a connection with these amazing teams off-court made me feel relief, mysterious as it may seem.

As I was walking to the room with cold coffee in hand, I thought I saw Hinata in his hapi coat, walk out the main door of the rest house. It was dark and the clock read 8 in the evening. I had thought he was off to get something for those still in the bath. I ignored it and continued walking down the hallway while admiring the beautifully tended garden with its ponds glistening with the light gleam of the crescent moon, the taciturn satellite moving slowly across the sky, the wind once again blowing strong while the bonsais that stood upon tall stools scattered around the small courtyard leaned to the direction where it blew, the leaves dancing up and down. I got back to my room which was unsurprisingly empty, sat down on my futon and in my bag rummaged for the book I had brought for the trip and buried myself in it and in the warmth of the futon. Only a few minutes had passed when the wooden door slip open revealing Senior Tanaka dressed in a bath robe with a hand towel swung over his shoulders. He looked like he had just gotten out of the bath however his eyes portrayed a sort of panic. I put down the book and asked him what he needed.

“Huh? Hinata isn’t here, either? Shouldn’t he be back by now?”
I cocked my head in question. “I saw him walk out of the rest house a few minutes ago. I thought he went to buy snacks for everyone.”

“Oh, well you see, one topic in the bath had been about out schools and he got curious about what the Tokyo boys’ schools looked like. Said he wanted to go visit them tonight before we leave tomorrow. Senior Kuroo promised to tour him someday but it was Senior Bokuto who quickly handed him a map to Fukurodani, saying the school was just close by. Once he got the piece of paper, he washed off and dashed out the bath. We told him to come back early, or Captain was gonna kick his ass for sure. That idiot’s so gonna get it for sure.”

Senior Tanaka let out a guffaw, but I wasn’t amused. I check my watch and it read 9:00. It had been a good 1 hour after I last saw him out the door.

Without another word, I threw back the covers and dashed past a confused Senior Tanaka. I struggled against the restricting cloth of the hapi while the wooden floorboards responded to my agitated steps with its own creaking sounds. My breath hastened as I went underneath the door frame and out into the dark streets of Tokyo. All the while, my mind screamed nothing else but Hinata. Where was he right now? How far had he gone? How farther is he gonna go? Amidst all my thoughts, I realized I too had no idea where I was going. All I knew was I could leave no stone unturned until I find him.

It was at a park, that I found him lying atop a small mound of grass and looking up the sky, still as a log as if death had come to claim him. Meanwhile my breathing was ragged, and my legs were tired and sore from all the running. Nevertheless, the instant I had let go of a sigh of relief, all the pain and obviously the worry seemed to have vanished into thin air. I walked up towards the mound and stood directly above him, blocking his view of the stars overhead.
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Everlasting summer days A summer dream for just the two of us
Everlasting summer days In my eyes is a sun that won’t set
Everlasting summer days Like this, we’ll never say goodbye
Everlasting summer days They’re shining
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“You had us all worried, dumbass.”
“Sorry. I got lost.”
“Getiing lost like that proves you’re a dumbass after all.”
“What’d you say!?” he jerked upwards, obviously irritated. I set myself beside him, ignoring his snide remarks. “And what about you huh? You don’t know the way back either do you!”

I gave him the usual smug face with a shrug of confidence. “Unlike some dumbass who got lost, I happen to have a good sense of direction.” I chided, emphasizing the ‘dumbass’. I had riled him up once again by calling him dumbass.

But it was a good thing, I thought. As I was the only who ever called him that. It was my special name to mark him as my own. I had become silent, choosing not to rebut against him and instead poured all my attention in the vast sky. He must have realized I was not going to be speaking for a while and thus returned to his vertical position. His eyes and ears once more directed to the melody of the night. Thousands of white spots decorated the sky with their unique twinkle, like a chorus in the midsummer. It was a clear night sky. There was no longer the sounds of car horns and train tracks but the sound of babes in deep sleep as the bird of night had come out to greet the moon now glowing brightly overhead in place of the once burning sun who had gone to sleep. The crickets sang their mating song as the nearby creek gurgled like a baby who had let out his first laugh. The playground was deserted except for us but the squeaking swing indicated a presence had been here before I arrived.

My mind flies back to the afternoon’s event. It had only been for a while, maybe even just a second, but I had pressed my palm against his smooth, soft skin. The sensation of having to touch him was as great was the excitement that with holding the ball, maybe even better. Just the thought of it made me shiver despite the heat slowly spreading throughout my entire body. I had thought of apologizing once again about my unsightly behavior when Hinata beat me to it.

“About this afternoon, it freaked me out a bit that I was right in my observations. But it doesn’t mean I hate it. If anything, I was little happy I got it right.”
I grunted. “Do you even know what you’re saying, Hinata? How can you even be happy about that? It makes me look like a complete pervert.”
“No it doesn’t.” he replied quickly and without hesitation. “It just shows that you want to depend on me. I have Natsuki you know so I have that older brother air around me. So go ahead and touch me all you want, Kageyama!”

The last of restraints finally snapped with those words. My mind knew it wasn’t what it was supposed to mean. But my heart screamed so otherwise. As I felt the same hand that betrayed my emotions lift itself from the ground, pulling Hinata closer by the back of his neck and crashing our lips together, all logic and reason had escaped me.

True enough, it was a shot in the dark. It was a mere peck. There hadn’t even been any tongue. However the very act was enough to send shivers down my spine was I felt his cold chapped lips collide with mine.

It was a mere second, a brush of the lips. But the moment seemed to continue. It replayed in my mind like a broken record that still played so well despite having to play for so long. As we sat together, just silently looking at each other. The sound of crickets and the hooting of the owl reverberated around us. I became aware of the hands that still held his beautiful face between them and the sound of the still loudly beating heart within my chest near to explosion.

None of us said a word. It was as if words were not not to enough to explain what had happened; the words were the last thing we needed; that words would begin to describe the feeling of euphoria.

Instead, we both let out little laughs. We both had tears in our eyes as Hinata and I brought our foreheads together, closing the any gap that had remained between us as the warmth of our smiles gently engulfed us in a never ending summer dream.
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Because you’re here, love love love. Keep goin’ on
Everything is overflowing with a million colors
As I get to know you (Alright) I learn about sides of you (Oh yeah)
That I didn’t know Love, love, love you from the bottom of my heart
I wanna give you love
I wanna give you love.
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(Took a few while to get it up. I wanted to have it posted around Sunday but I was getting settled in my dorm and the net was also crappy the other day. Thank goodness I got this up today. Anyway, here's part 2, my lovelieees~ <3 )

Your smile.
A kiss from the morning sun
Like whispers in the breeze
Words of love and mystery

After that, they never talked again and Lovino was back to living his solitary life and going on with his life.

Or at least that’s what our protagonist had hoped.

Right after that incident, Lovino woke up one day to the sound sizzling in the kitchen and the smell of tortillas filled the room. Concerned his kitchen had turned into a giant mess with clutter all over his beautiful floor, he flops out of bed and bounds for the kitchen where he sees and tanned man in a white apron and humming a lively tune whilst playing with condiments and a pan. Lovino gapes at the scene for a while before fully registering the tomato bastard in HIS kitchen.

“Bastard, what are you doing in my room!? At 6 in the morning!?” he yanked the spatula from the other’s hand, surprising Antonio and looking his way.

“Good morning, Lovi! I made you breakfast!” he grinned then plopped a piece of tortilla into the Italian’s mouth, taking him by surprise. Red, he downs the crunchy and flavourful(less) tortilla.
“GET. OUT. What?”

Antonio turns to switch the stove then pushing Lovino a bit to the side, grabs utensils and puts them on the table.

“Breakfast.” he said with a gleam in his eyes. “You’re going to need it if you’ll be doing anything productive today, si?”

Lovino stared at the table as if he had never seen it that beautiful. The utensils have been arranged in a Russian Style table arrangement with the exception of wine glasses and goblets and the napkin folded in a bird’s wing. There was a white cloth draped all over the round table. The utensils used were of cheap quality but for some reason, they gleamed with the rays of the sun hitting them. In the midst of this, Antonio stood by the side, still wearing his waist apron and holding a makeshift tray carrying steaming hot chocolate, bread, biscuits and pineapple juice: Italian breakfast? You gotta admit, the boy knew the twists behind the restaurant. Did he used to work in a restaurant he wonders?

Despite the fact that the stupid tomato bastard completely barged in without his knowing.

Lovino smirked. “Nice try. What do you want from me now?”
“I just wanted to make you breakfast.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Oh how silly of me.” Antonio gasped then put down the tray and ‘escorted’ Lovino to his seat, pulling his seat back for him. He then placed the food in front of the still amused and completely surprised Italian. “A man must act like a gentleman at all times and provide the best for his muse...”
“I am NOT your muse.”
“...therefore, I offer unto you, my MUSE, a big feast of tomatoes!”
“Que?”
“Everything on the menu is tomato! Except for the juice. That’s pineapple. Remember I told you, I’d give you tomatoes in exchange for everything that happened yesterday.”
“I expected a single tomato. Not the whole package.”
“Please just take it. “

Antonio simply smiled. Lovino looked away. He couldn’t be swayed now, no matter how friendly or how kindly Antonio was treating him so far. After all, he could probably doing this as a neighbor.

Lovino sighed and took the knife and started working his way through the bread. “I’ll let this one pass by.”
“Yay~!”

From then on, it wasn’t just breakfast.

For something beyond him, Lovino had become accustomed to expecting breakfast made by the Spaniard. If not in bed, it’d be another one of Antonio’s flashy breakfasts; with table arrangements that did not match what he had made. Often times, there would be no breakfast and Lovino would have to cook for himself, but while he’d be dining, a knock on the door now either meant, the morning paper or Antonio leaving tomato juice at his doorstep. Of course the Spaniard would’ve fled by the time Lovino had opened the door, and the unpredictability made it difficult to catch him in the act so Lovino would take the treat, finish off his morning routing then bound to the other’s room where he would be carrying a long speech of not leaving things at his doorstep. However, the preparations to mercilessly scold him for such would vanish the moment he would be enveloped in the fresh scent of newly tilled soil and vegetables as he is wrapped in the bed haired Spanish’s arms. Good mornings and cussing, rejecting Antonio’s pleas to come and sleep with him for a little bit then Lovino leaves for work. At work, his colleagues would notice Antonio’s scent on Lovino and would ask how he smelled like a mix of fresh barn and nature. How could Lovino possibly say it was from a warm hugging tomato bastard? For the sake of it, he had a perfume bottle with water then tell them he’d gotten his hands on decent parfum. If they bought it then good but for how long though.

The road back to the apartment was the same as always Same train station, bus stop. Same cobblestone roads and busy restaurants and cars parked at their same space the day before. He’d be walking alone of course. It was still cold and this he had to endure for he had left his car back in his family home. For the next two months, nothing much changed in his scenery until a cheery voice from above would call out to him gently.


“Lovi!” Antonio would shout from his balcony stopping Lovino just before he’d inserted the key in the keyhole. Lovino would look up to Antonio waving and smiling in his usual white V-neck shirt and brown khaki shorts, his figure against the moonlit starry sky He’s holding a guitar in one hand as he greets the newly arrived Lovino.”Welcome home!”

“Shut up, bastard. People are asleep.” then he’d enter the apartment building, climb up the flights of stairs all the while silently listening to the echo of Antonio strumming away at his guitar while trying to calm down the fast beating of his heart.

It was definitely a good change. At the thought, he froze.

Stop it, he mumbled to himself as he arrived at the door his apartment room. You can’t possibly be letting him in, are you Vargas? Trust is not something you were blessed with the moment you were born and friendship is a luxury you will never attain, no matter how much you dream. You break, not mend remember?

But was it too late?
Lovino shakes off the thought. Maybe this was temporary. If he talked it over with Antonio, he could probably get his act back together. Just a little talk to end whatever feelings could brewing in him, or hopefully not in both of them. But not now. Antonio might not want to hear any of it, and it’s not something to talk about before Christmas starts. But that was fine for Lovino.

After all, they have all the time in world.

Fire burning deep into my soul.
With your body close to mine.
I promise you the moon and stars
So tell me what should I say
How can I show you all that I feel?

A year of tranquil living and lively neighbors with a side of tomato dishes and running from nuclear kitchen bombs ensued. And before they all knew it, it was that Christmas time of the year again. Last year’s Christmas festivities went off without a hitch. And just like last year a party was held, as was the tradition, a hot pot party. A few of the borders were not present but left their own dishes before leaving. Francis and Arthur along with their sons, Alfred and Matthew went off for a vacation to London. Ivan, the Russian who lived in one of the rooms at the top floor also went to visit his family in the Motherland. Those that remained were Roderich and Elizaveta, the landlord and his wife. Gilbert, surprisingly stayed in the apartment. According to him, his little brother, Ludwig was off being all lovey-dovey with his lover back in Germany. Supposedly staying was an act of sulking. A few other people whom Lovino was not acquainted with, including a pair of siblings from Switzerland, third floor occupants, a Polish male who was definitely not male, according to Lovino who also lived on the third floor and a silent Japanese named Kiku who lived right next to Lovino. To the surprise of everyone who came was Lovino, who had not usually joined in the festivities, did so too this time around. But only because he was dragged along by the Tomato Bastard.

Right before taking a warm bath with hot choco in hand.

It looked like a comical skit to anyone who had witnessed it. The idiota simply barged in on Lovino (no surprise there) as he was taking off his boxer shorts, shouting gleefully that there was a party downstairs. Before Lovino could even refute, he was yanked by the arm, still half naked and dragged downstairs. Antonio was scolded right after he realized that Lovino was still in his boxer shorts and offered to accompany Lovino back upstairs. The latter knew he need not accompanying, but he could not say no when it was the former who was offering.

Curse his inability to say no to the bastard.

So for the first time in the long while he had been living there, he had attended something with people he lived with under the same roof but never found the time nor the courage to talk to.

It’s not so bad being with these people, he thought. He turned to his side as he watched the Spanish laugh himself out to a gag by Felix, the Polish. I guess it’s all thanks to him, huh.

“Lovi?”
Lovino jerks. “W-What?”
“You’ve been looking at me for a while now. Is there something on my face?”

Shit, he noticed!

“It’s nothing. You just happened to have bed hair.”
“Oh, thank you Lovi~!” he grinned at the other then proceeded to fixing his ‘bed hair’ then mumbling, “I don’t remember going to sleep though.”

“Don’t be so happy over something so little, idiot.” Lovino grunts and goes back to his drink, looking away to hide the obvious the red spreading through his face.
After the drinks and the exchange of gifts, the group decided to call it a night and moved to disperse and save their energy for the upcoming New Year’s Party. Lovino too starts to leave, slung over his shoulder the disposed Antonio who was obviously too drunk to even walk.

The bastard is heavy. No wonder he could pull me down easily.

His load suddenly became a lot lighter when the opposite unsupported side suddenly raised itself up. Eyeing Antonio’s other shoulder, he sees sweet Ms. Hedevary supporting him.

“Ms. Hedevary!”
“Oh, call me ‘Liz’ darling. We’re all friends here. I see you need help.”
“Grazie, bella.” Lovino gives a small smile in gratitude which was generously returned.


The two carry the Spanish to his room and tucks him to bed then leaves quickly.

“Thank you again, Liz. I never thought he could be that heavy.”
“With all those tomatoes? I doubt he could be anything but heavy”
“I guess so. Would you like to come over for a little tea? I believe you only had water to drink?”
“Oh, that would be wonderful, thank you Lovino.”

They stride towards Lovino’s room. While Liz got comfortable, Lovino got the stove starting and the tea boiling. Once the water had boiled, Lovino poured generous amounts in their teacups then joined Liz who was standing by the couch, eyeing the very few photographs Lovino owned.

“My family back in countryside Italy.” Lovino started after putting down the tray filled with plates of biscuits and their cups of tea. “The one standing beside me is my twin, mi fratellino, Feliciano.”
“You two look so alike. You even have the same curl.” she giggled at the black and white photograph of Lovino and his brother standing in by a hedge, Lovino looking away from the camera wearing a wide blush and his brother with the biggest grin that reach from the edge of his lips to the lower tip of his ear.

“Oh, thank you. It smells heavenly.” she says as she reaches for a cup.

“And we’re both flirtatious. I figured it runs in the Vargas family, if there is such a thing. It’s chamomile. I hope you don’t mind.”
Liz takes a sip and sighs. “It’s delightful.” she takes another sip then turns to Lovino, to whom she gives a small smile

“Thank you, Lovino. This was such a wonderful Christmas. “
Lovino raises a brow in question. “You think so?”
“Well for one, the building has never been this rowdy. Suddenly seeing our boarders interacting and having fun with each other. Having Christmas parties, birthday celebrations and many more, I just feel blessed this time around.”

“There have been a lot of parties even before this one. “
“But not as special as this one. For once, it felt like a genuine Christmas. A shame it is that many of you were unable to come this Christmas time, but I look forward to more celebrations like tonight. I hope I see you in all those celebrations Lovino.”

“I’ll see what I can do. I don’t want to have to run from the abomination that is Eyebrows’ cooking.” he snorts.

Liz was suddenly quiet as she tapped on her teacup, a serious face washed over her.
“Liz?”
“You’ve become friends with Antonio too. I’m glad for that.”
“Hah. More like I’m his babysitter. That kid can’t even stand two seconds without bumping into things.”
“Good. Please continue to be friends with him. He might need you more than ever in the future, and I believe you are the only who will ever be qualified enough to be his shoulder.”

Lovino knew better than to say anything. How could he ever be the support anyone needed when he couldn’t even support himself? But Liz looked at him with so much conviction and confidence that he decided to give a small nod in understanding. Liz once again smiles. She then puts down her half empty teacup and stands to leave. Lovino follows suit, but Liz tells him to remain seated and she will see herself out.

She bids him once more a good night then closes the door behind her leaving Lovino to a deafening silence.

The melody of rain 　 The music of tears dropping 　 The hazy sky is peeking through

Stop time 　 Deep in a sleeping forest where you hid your memories 　 Search for the light.



When many colors overlap, blurring like a dream (Baby)

If possible, abandon yourself to the lingering wind, along with this voice that can't reach you.



1777: War of Independence



"I'm no longer your little brother, nor am I your colony."

A platoon of soldiers at his opponent's beck and call, guns at the ready, and a single man clad in red Victorian Clothing , and glaring at the figure across him who was pointing his gun at point blank was a sight to behold under the heavy torrent of the summer rain,



"England, give me my freedom!"



No reply.



"England!"

"Shoot you goddamn, ungrateful twat! Shoot!" England shouted, his voice quivering from the tears he so tried to keep back. "Finish this!"

The blond holding the musket quivered at the words thrown at him. Oh how much he wanted so much to pull the trigger. And there in front of him stood the man that could very much give him the freedom he wanted. All he had to do was pull the trigger.

He held it up, his guards following suit, pointing to the now unarmed man.

"Shoot! America!"

The name resounded throughout the battlefield and in the ears of the blond in blue. For a second, he forgot what he had been there for. All he remembered now was the gentle smile of the young bachelor, his kind words and actions. Flashes of laughs and giggles and days under the sun seemed to come one after the other in fast paces. And from out of nowhere, the horrid smell of "cooking" filled the air. Peaceful nights ensued.

For a second he forgot this wasn't just the man that bore the name of the British Empire. He wasn't the man that trampled on millions just to expand his fame and glory. And he certainly wasn't the man that held the destiny of the one called, America and was now standing unarmed, drenched in the rain with eyes glaring at the other and alone on the battlefield.

He was just the man that took him in and cared for him and loved him with all that he had.

He was England. Just England.

His head bowed along with his rifle, sending a ripple to the guards at the back. "Enough of this. Just give me my freedom. Please."





The light that touched the palm of your extended hand passes through

Water the flowers that forgot to wake up

It's as if that is a landscape I'd seen some time. I can go back

I continued to draw alone Into this quiet night





July 1, 20XX: Three days until 4th of July



England sits at the far end of the countries' meeting table. sipping on his afternoon tea and feeling the soft gush of wind coming from the small gap through the window. "America! Enough with these stupid 'hero' business! Take this meeting seriously!"

"Why do you always go against my suggestions, huh England? I don't hear YOU coming up with any ideas." America's palms hit the table hard, the sound bouncing off the walls. "All you do is sit there and sip your tasteless tea."

England cringes at the sound of 'tasteless tea' and stands, striding to the direction of the American. "How dare you insult my teatime, you ungrateful twat!"

"What'd you call me?!"

"UNGRATEFUL. TWAT." England takes his index finger and flicks the blonde’s forehead, which gives him a yelp. America strokes the flicked area, tears in his eyes.

Sparks of lightning ignites between the two as they begin another everyday route that leads the world meetings to nowhere. From the other side of the table, France and the other countries snicker at each other from the everyday sight.

"Aren't you gonna do anything today, France?" Spain scoots over to the bearded long haired blond friend and whispers to him. "It's rare for you and Germany not to butt in today."

France just sighs and looks to Spain with knowing eyes. "Let's leave them be, mon ami. Not today." He then looks back to the two still arguing, even from being held back by the other concerned countries. And probably not for the rest of the week.



The day ended with yet nothing being done and everyone was getting ready to be done when someone speaks the dreaded words.

"Ve~ America's birthday is in three days, right?"

All hands stop fumbling with their briefcases or stop in their tracks and looks to the ground, others to the direction of both America and England. Germany heads to Italy's side and takes him by the shoulders.



"Let's go, Italy." he says, shoving the unknowing Italian hurriedly out the door. The intervention may have gotten all the other countries' focus back and were now scurrying out the meeting room. France steps to England's side and taps him before leaving the door.

The room is silent with only America and England alone, the tension rising between both males, until England decides to be the reasonable gentleman.



"What are you doing this year?"

"The usual, I guess. Fireworks, and drinks and all that." he replies, his eyes glued to his meeting materials.

"I see."

America's hands stop fumbling and he tilts his head upwards just a little bit. "Hey England---" he begins but is cut off by England's voice echoing from the other side of the room.



"America."



America looks to the direction of the other, now looking out the window. "I never told you." England then faces him and America is struck by the expression England had on his face.

It was the same face he used to give him when he was little and would be expectantly waiting his beloved England's return. Except now, it was clouded with that of sadness and traces of that reminiscent summer rain.

"The view from this window looks exactly like the place where I found you."

America felt something inside him snap. He makes an angry sound and scrambles to get his stuff and himself out of the meeting room, leaving England behind, not wanting to see the face he had on right now.

Once out of earshot and alone in the hallway, America drops to his knees holding his body, trying to stifle the sounds that were beginning to be obvious.

"A hero shouldn't be like this." he muttered to himself as he remained on the ground, a sobbing mess.



Close your eyes Where did the flowing tears go? On this long sleepless night, I search for the stars



July 4, 20XX



The sound of boiling hot water and the smell of burning scones were all you could notice in England's otherwise silent House. No one seemed to be at home, but if you were to strain your ears enough, you would hear the grumbling sounds of 'twat' or 'asshat' in between the sniffing sounds and the flurry of blankets being thrown to the ground.

It was the 4th of July. America's birthday. It was the day he got his freedom. The day he left England. And like every year, there would be a huge party gathering at America's home and everyone would be invited. Even England.

But like every year, England would stay at home.

Rainy nights in London are an everyday sight. It gave Londoners a reason to sip hot tea and chat with steaming hot scones adorning every plate

But tonight's rain was a little too nostalgic. As if the date was enough to give him nightmares, the rain would only make it worse. It was like the clouds were pouring the tears that his eyes would refuse to let fall. Every year, he would try to watch the celebration from his television box, to scare away the pain and to finally be rid of that sadness, only to end up even more scared of the thunders and the loneliness he would start to feel. He would curl himself up in a blanket, and wouldn't leave his room until the week ended.



My fingertips trace the colors lightly, if only by the fading shapes (Baby)

The grief that melted away from my trembling heart flowed endlessly.



England sat in his dark bedroom alone with only the moon's shine to shed light on the desolate room. The sound of thunder clapping makes him jump from fright and he quickly moves his ears to block out the sounds. How he wished the night would end soon.

The thunders’ sounds die out yet the rain remains. England looks out to his window to see the million stars light up the sky. His eyes glow and forget the sadness he feels and goes back to the times when he and America would be out late at night, gazing up at the stars in green fields and talking the night away. A tear trickles down his cheek and England too finds himself in uncontrollable sobbing.



The fleeting dreams that I was chasing disappeared, shaking my heart. I was told goodbye and didn't say anything back

Someone's voice calling out to me still echoes now

Tired of standing on my own and staring into the distance.



The stars mesmerized him. He could no longer hear the sound of the thunder and he sat there just gazing upwards tracing every single constellation he could. Each time recalling a memory he and America had.

He continued to look to the heavens until the rain stopped. From his soliloquy he comes to a decision: He had to let go of the past.

America was no longer who he once was. He was now the United States of America. He had to face the facts. He was now stronger than anyone, even stronger than England. He's no longer that boy that called out to him so lovingly, and clung to him like he was his mother.

"England!"

Ah, his voice had always been the most beautiful. Hearing it now, brings a new set of tears in his eyes. This was right.

"England!" A sudden burst through his door revealed the American blonde panting and soaked from the rain. But England kept his eyes glued to the outside window.

"You've grown so much, America." The Englishman takes his eyes away from the view and points it to the direction of the figure at his door with tears in his eyes. "I am so proud of you. I'm sorry."



The moon reflects you White and shining

The rain, without ever stopping, engulfs me.



America had planned to hold a party just like every year, but the sudden downpour put all his plans on hold. In the end, he resorted to holding his own party, alone.



Besides, it's not as if England's coming.



Thinking of England now, he must have been stupid.

This is his fault. He had to say that during the meeting.

To put his mind off things he bounces to the kitchen to make himself a homemade burger when the sudden thunderclap makes him jump and drop his burger to the floor. He looks out the window and sees the heavy rain had become a storm.

Once, in his old days, he had always been scared of the storm and would always seek England's company. Sure England would fall asleep first, but it was just enough to make him feel like he was loved and not alone.



He truly loved England and leaving him was probably the biggest decision he had to make. It hurt him, but he had to.

Another thunderclap and he finds himself scouring for his coat and car keys and headed for the Englishman's house.

Once he got there, he noticed the stillness of the British home. He tried calling for him but no one replies. America starts to worry and goes through every corner of the room until he notices upstairs where a faint light was showing through a small gap. He hurriedly climbed the stairs, calling out England's name and barges in on the room where England sat alone staring out the window, clad in his blanket, the moon's light shining on him.

"England."

"I'm so proud of you. America, I'm sorry."

America strides to the other's bed and engulfs him in a warm embrace. England leans on his chest, crying while America strokes his back.

This continued throughout the night, until the morning when they woke up together in nothing but a blanket to cover them both.

Smiles of glee greeted each other and eyes full of love stared at one another. "Happy birthday, America."

America strokes his head and kisses his forehead, and pulls him closer. "I love you too, England."



The light that touched the palm of your extended hand passes through

Water the flowers that forgot to wake up

It's as if that is a landscape I'd seen some time. I can go back

I continued to draw alone Into this quiet night



The fleeting dreams that I was chasing disappeared, shaking my heart. I was told goodbye and didn't say anything back

Someone's voice calling out to me still echoes now

Tired of standing on my own and staring into the distance.