“Why is the bed wet?”
Onhonhonhonhon... you thought you were getting a lemon, didn't you, silly reader-tan?
Ah... came up with this one before bed last night. I was afraid I would lose the idea by morning, so I quickly jotted this down on paper before I hit the sack.
Er- sorry it's so short. Couldn't think of too much. Hope it satisfies, though.
Hetalia belongs to
You belong to
Summary: What is happiness? I mean sure you will get all you want
with money but is that all, will you be happy then? I guess each
individual has a different thought about happiness and so does
Gilbert Beilschmidt …
Warning: Implied sex, Yaoi (boyxboy duhh~), umm fluffiness that might
explode your mind... ooc-ness too >>
My happiness comes from such simple things...
I opened my bloody red eyes and squinted them as the bright sunlight
hit my lens. Wasn't the curtains closed last night? He must have
pulled them up. I can see the bird's nest out on the tree outside.
The temperature must be freezing out there but the tiny white egg has
made it or so it seemed, for there was a small bird cuddling next to
I propped myself up with my arms and felt the bed creaked as I
stepped down to the freezing wooden floor. Pieces of clothing were
scattered across the room. Boy, we were really going at it last
A chuckle escaped my lips as I picked up his white dress shirt on the
floor. The sleeves were too long for me and it was huge on my tiny
body, the shirt reached to my thighs and covered my pale naked body.
I pulled it up and took in its scent. His smell still lingered along
the shirt, I smiled. I think I'm addict to this familiar smell.
Another sweet smell hit my nostrils as I opened the door leading out
to the narrow hallway. I made my way down to the kitchen.
Two plates were set on the dining table along with the silverware.
The dripping sound of the coffee sounded quite soothing in our quiet
little house. A bottle of maple syrup sitting on top of the counter
next to a big plate filled with pancakes stacking up on each other.
He was by the stove, I assumed to that he was still making more of my
favorite food. His broad shoulders were back to me. His light blond
hair was sticking up a little, looking a bit messy, that was quite
unusual for him, but those strands of hair look soft as always,
making me want to run my hand through them.
I grinned to myself and crept up to him. It seemed he hasn't notice
my presence yet. Silently, I wrapped my arms around his torso and
hugged him close from behind. I buried my face in his warm scarf,
Ivan's scent filled me up again. I smiled, closing my eyes.
Ivan always wear his scarf. He never took it off no matter what. I
was curious of course, but I felt bad once figuring out that he was
only try to hide his scars from me. He was afraid I would get
worry... and I did. I remembered kissing him and told him not to hide
anything from me again, I remembered telling him I wasn't mad or
anything and I remembered that that night, our love got stronger.
morning Gilbert ~” He chirped happily and turned off the stove.
He turned himself around and faced me. He smiled, that gentle smile
that always make my heart skip a beat or two when it was direct to
me. His amethyst eyes gazed down at me, filling with unsaid love and
making me feel like I am the most special person to him ever...
I yawned, still feeling sleepy. He kissed my forehead and rested his
against mine. I brushed a strand of hair away from his cheek and tip
toed up, pressing my lips against his soft one. They were away
cold... each time we kissed, he sent a shiver down to my spine. Those
arms that wrapped around my thin frame were strong and protective,
maybe a bit possessive too, making me feel more safe than ever. I
fell in love with him all over again each time we shared a kiss...
“Good morning, Ivan”
My happiness comes from such simple things...
A kiss from you
A hug from you
Simply being love by you
Simply seeing your face everyday
Simply being with you.
I love you...
Chapter 2 - Away We Go
A large gust of wind blew through the tree branches above you, breaking a twig off of a branch and making it land next to your sleeping figure, effectively waking you up to the beautiful sight of a new day’s sunrise.
You rubbed your tired eyes as a yawn slipped out of your mouth. Another day, another trip. A grin creeped onto your face as you thought of the wondrous possibilities that awaited you at your newest destination.
Rifling through your bag, you managed to grab one of your maps of the local area. Today was the day you were traveling to the world-renowned Spanish Kingdom and you couldn’t be more eager. You always held a deep desire to go to one of the ‘proclaimed’ happiest places on Earth and now was your big chance.
Hopping off of your wagon, you walked over to your trusty donkey companion, who was currently sleeping at the moment, to wake him up.
“Rise and shine buddy! Today’s the day we meet some Spaniards! Are you as excited as I am?!” Your donkey merely lifted his head to look at you for a moment before lying back down.
“Oh get up you lazy ass,” you said, chuckling to yourself. Once you got your donkey strapped up securely to the wagon, you hopped up into the driver’s seat and held the reigns tightly before snapping them once to make your donkey move forward. You were so excited you couldn’t tell if what was making you bounce was the unevenly leveled road, or you yourself hopping in your seat.
Fearlessly, you faced the great unknown as you steered your wagon down the dirt road.
(Time Skip – 1 hour)
“Heel donkey! Heel!” you yelled, making the donkey come to a stop near a tall tree. Once there, you tied the reigns to a branch and let out a big sigh of relief. “I finally made it,” you stated as you turned around to come face to face with the great Kingdom of Spain. Your breath almost completely left your body as you slowly took a few steps forward like a zombie seeing a brain. You felt like you were forgetting something though.
“Oh yeah!” you thought to yourself as you ran back to your wagon and grabbed all your money from it. You’d need money to pay for the food that you needed.
“Alright donkey! I’ll be back in a bit! Don’t go anywhere!” Your companion merely heehawed at you as if trying to say, “You tied me to a tree. Do you really think I’ll get very far?”
As you made your way into town, your eyes widened in surprise. You always knew that the Spanish were fairly happy people, but you honestly didn’t think they were the ‘dancing-in-the-streets’ kind of happy. You did your best to avoid the crowd while trying to find the best fruits and vegetables. Seeing an elderly woman selling some apples, you decided to go to her first.
“Hello ma’am!” you chirped.
“¿Que?” she asked you in Spanish, sounding a bit confused. You mentally face palmed after realizing that you were in the Spanish Kingdom…where they spoke Spanish. She wouldn’t be able to understand your native language. Good thing you learned how to say a few important phrases in Spanish…or at least enough to get this woman to understand you.
“Ah, lo siento! Hablo (your native language in Spanish). No hablo español,” you stated sadly.
The woman gave you a solemn look before telling you in Spanish that she understood…at least that’s what you presumed she was saying. She then pointed at the apples and held up five fingers, presumably asking you if you would like five apples. You smiled and nodded happily. Then you realized that you had to pay for what you were being given in a sack.
“Um…C-cuanto es?” you asked nervously, wondering if you’d even asked your question correctly. The woman gave you a smile and told you the total in your currency. You understood numbers in Spanish enough to get the gist of what she’d told you. Giving her your money, she happily obliged in giving you the bag of apples and let you be on your merry way.
By the time you were done shopping, you’d accumulated enough sacks to weigh your arms down. Pain shooting up your arms, you decided to set your goods down for a period of time: long enough to let your arms rest. Heaving a large sigh of relief, you glanced around and took note of a large group of people dancing. Within the joyful cheers of the people, you were able to make out the sound of a couple of guitars. A part of you wanted to go over there and see what was going on, but an even bigger part of you just wanted to get your food back to your cart so you wouldn’t have to lug the heavy sacks around anymore.
About ready to do just that, your thoughts were interrupted by a group of young boys who appeared to be playing a game of ‘tag’. You smiled at them as you went back to picking up your bags so that you could leave, but just as you were about to, the boys soon started running around you, attempting to keep themselves from being tagged ‘it’. You didn’t realize how much of a problem this would be for you until it was too late and one of them knocked you in the side and caused you to lose your footing. This resulted in you being spun in circles and then tripping backwards. Before you knew it, you’d smacked into something that was warm and built like a wall…that ended up falling on top of you.
“Oof!” you grunted as the sudden impact to the ground caused the air to leave your lungs. A few black dots blurred your vision a little bit, but you were still able to make out the handsome face of the young Spaniard who appeared to be a bit dazed himself. He shook his head a little bit and then glanced down at you. You took note of his wide vibrant green eyes that bore into your own.
Hmm…apparently he liked what he was seeing.
Yay, chapter 2! I’m churning this story out faster than a college kid working on a last minute paper! I’m not sure if I should feel happy or leery about that.
So yeah, that girl at the end of the first chapter was indeed you that he ran into. I bet you already knew that though…so…why do I even try to be impressive?
Donkey = lazy ass Sometimes stupid things make me laugh way more than they should. Such is my life.
Previous: Ch. 1 - Brothers
Next: Ch. 3 - Explore
The next chapter won’t be up for a bit since my weekend is pretty busy. I have the skeleton for the plot of the next chapter, I just have to stem it out and add details. Basically I won’t be able to get started on it until Tuesday afternoon (yes, I am literally that busy).
P.S. – I’m not going to put the translations for the Spanish used in this chapter because these are
basic phrases that contain words that most everyone knows (if they’ve taken a Spanish class).
P.S.S. – Sorry if Spanish is your native language. For the sake of the story, just pretend that it’s not. Oh and btw, the last time I had a Spanish class was…six years ago. So don’t kill me if I got the translations wrong.
Sound Cloud - Prince of Spain <--music can be found here!