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"Oh! Sure Tino! I'd love to come! Mhmm! I'll be right over!" You smile delightfully as you put down the phone, quickly running up to your room to change your clothes. You were invited over to Tino's place for a 'get together' party he and Berwald held up. You were pretty nervous though, Tino is your bestfriend, but you never actually met his brothers.
You slipped on some jeans and put on your favorite [color] shirt and went on your way. As you knock on the house's door, it creaked open revealing your blonde bestfriend standing infront of you. His grin was unmistakable, he was so excited he could throw a tv out the window.
"[Name]!!" He exclaimed, pulling you in, "Finally you're here! C'mone! Make yourself at home, drink something, shove something in your mouth, it's a party!" He says excitedly, leading you in.
The place was packed with people you knew, and people that weren't really familiar to you. You looked around to see Arthur and Francis bickering, Alfred was standing between them laughing about something, Matthew was sitting quietly on the slouch hugging kumajiro, he was smiling.
Your ,mind had drifted off to somewhere and you didn't realize Tino had already left you. You pouted. This felt boring. Having no one to talk to, you decided to walk to Tino's room. You knew exactly where it was since he had already taken you here several times for a project or just to hang out.
As you move in the room, closed the door then plopped yourself on the bed. You yawned. The bed was so soft, you couldn't help but cuddle yourself with the sheets and the comforter that covered the bed. You stopped when you saw a book on the bed. You crawled close to it, close enough to find out that it wasn't a book, but a picture album. A grin had plastered on your face. What would Tino look like when he was younger? You took it and started through the pages.
As you swept through the pages, you heard the door click open.
"Ugh. It's so boring outside."
Haring the unfamiliar voice, you quickly sat up and stare straight at the tall blonde standing infront of you, closing the door.
"Who're you?" You asked, not really that alarmed.
"Huh? I should be the one askin' you that." He said, as he yawned.
You raised a brow at him, "Well, if you must know, I am the Queen of England." You state in a British accent, trying to sound as serious as possible.
"And I," he gestures to himself with his right hand, "am Mother Russia."
You stare at each other bluntly, as if actually introducing each other as the real thing. Then, you guessed a little smile had tugged on your lips to make him starts laughing himself, you joined him seconds later.
"pfft, Mother Russia?? Where'd you get that one??" You cough between laughter.
"Same goes for you!" He said, clutching his stomach, "It didn't even sound British!"
You started to die down, "[Name]." You said, smiling at him.
He wiped his eyes for stray tears, "Mathias."
After that, you both stared at each other then started to laugh uncontrollably. He cracked more jokes that made the ache on your stomach go worse. It felt like days before you both stopped laughing when he urged you to sneak out.
"Hey! Let's go to the park or something!" He exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Whaaaa? Why? I like it here, it's nice and soft." You pout grabbing a pillow then hugging it tight.
"Oh c'mon! You chickening on me now?" He challenged.
You dropped the pillow to stare at him, unamused. You sighed defeatedly. "Ugh. Fine."
He fist pumped, "Yes!!"
You both decided to lay down the field and go star gazing since it looked a little late. It wasn't really bad. It actually let good, doing something like this once in a while.
"Hey look, they look like Arthur's eye brows!" Mathias pointed at the two thick lined of clouds.
"Meanie." You laughed. "Ow how about that," you say, pointing in some patch of stars, "They look like Matthew's curl." You say, pretending to connect them with each other.
"Who's that?"
you turn to stare at him bluntly.
"I was joking!" He said, starting to laugh again.
you cracked a smile, and you swear you saw a little tint of red on his cheeks as he looked away.
"Seriously, I'm gonna get my human sized axe and chop you with it!" You say, laughing.
"You have an axe too?!" He exclaims, turning to you, surprised.
"Of coarse."
he laughed gleefully. You guessed he had one too, since he was so amused that someone had something liked that too.
As you set your gaze on the beautiful night's sky, you closed your eyes, letting the evening breeze brush through your hair.
You felt a soft touch on your hand, and felt a warm hand brushed on top of yours. You turn to him, "What?"
He closed his eyes, letting the breeze through his own blonde hair, "Nothing." He said. He opened his eyes to look at you. He smiled at your sight. Your bangs falling on your face perfectly. Your eyes sparkled from the moonlight. "I don't want to lose you now," he said.
A tint of red had grown on your face, but you kept your gaze at him.
You slipped on some jeans and put on your favorite [color] shirt and went on your way. As you knock on the house's door, it creaked open revealing your blonde bestfriend standing infront of you. His grin was unmistakable, he was so excited he could throw a tv out the window.
"[Name]!!" He exclaimed, pulling you in, "Finally you're here! C'mone! Make yourself at home, drink something, shove something in your mouth, it's a party!" He says excitedly, leading you in.
The place was packed with people you knew, and people that weren't really familiar to you. You looked around to see Arthur and Francis bickering, Alfred was standing between them laughing about something, Matthew was sitting quietly on the slouch hugging kumajiro, he was smiling.
Your ,mind had drifted off to somewhere and you didn't realize Tino had already left you. You pouted. This felt boring. Having no one to talk to, you decided to walk to Tino's room. You knew exactly where it was since he had already taken you here several times for a project or just to hang out.
As you move in the room, closed the door then plopped yourself on the bed. You yawned. The bed was so soft, you couldn't help but cuddle yourself with the sheets and the comforter that covered the bed. You stopped when you saw a book on the bed. You crawled close to it, close enough to find out that it wasn't a book, but a picture album. A grin had plastered on your face. What would Tino look like when he was younger? You took it and started through the pages.
As you swept through the pages, you heard the door click open.
"Ugh. It's so boring outside."
Haring the unfamiliar voice, you quickly sat up and stare straight at the tall blonde standing infront of you, closing the door.
"Who're you?" You asked, not really that alarmed.
"Huh? I should be the one askin' you that." He said, as he yawned.
You raised a brow at him, "Well, if you must know, I am the Queen of England." You state in a British accent, trying to sound as serious as possible.
"And I," he gestures to himself with his right hand, "am Mother Russia."
You stare at each other bluntly, as if actually introducing each other as the real thing. Then, you guessed a little smile had tugged on your lips to make him starts laughing himself, you joined him seconds later.
"pfft, Mother Russia?? Where'd you get that one??" You cough between laughter.
"Same goes for you!" He said, clutching his stomach, "It didn't even sound British!"
You started to die down, "[Name]." You said, smiling at him.
He wiped his eyes for stray tears, "Mathias."
After that, you both stared at each other then started to laugh uncontrollably. He cracked more jokes that made the ache on your stomach go worse. It felt like days before you both stopped laughing when he urged you to sneak out.
"Hey! Let's go to the park or something!" He exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Whaaaa? Why? I like it here, it's nice and soft." You pout grabbing a pillow then hugging it tight.
"Oh c'mon! You chickening on me now?" He challenged.
You dropped the pillow to stare at him, unamused. You sighed defeatedly. "Ugh. Fine."
He fist pumped, "Yes!!"
You both decided to lay down the field and go star gazing since it looked a little late. It wasn't really bad. It actually let good, doing something like this once in a while.
"Hey look, they look like Arthur's eye brows!" Mathias pointed at the two thick lined of clouds.
"Meanie." You laughed. "Ow how about that," you say, pointing in some patch of stars, "They look like Matthew's curl." You say, pretending to connect them with each other.
"Who's that?"
you turn to stare at him bluntly.
"I was joking!" He said, starting to laugh again.
you cracked a smile, and you swear you saw a little tint of red on his cheeks as he looked away.
"Seriously, I'm gonna get my human sized axe and chop you with it!" You say, laughing.
"You have an axe too?!" He exclaims, turning to you, surprised.
"Of coarse."
he laughed gleefully. You guessed he had one too, since he was so amused that someone had something liked that too.
As you set your gaze on the beautiful night's sky, you closed your eyes, letting the evening breeze brush through your hair.
You felt a soft touch on your hand, and felt a warm hand brushed on top of yours. You turn to him, "What?"
He closed his eyes, letting the breeze through his own blonde hair, "Nothing." He said. He opened his eyes to look at you. He smiled at your sight. Your bangs falling on your face perfectly. Your eyes sparkled from the moonlight. "I don't want to lose you now," he said.
A tint of red had grown on your face, but you kept your gaze at him.
"I'm looking right at the Other Half of me."
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