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You glance at the clock. 12:30 AM. Way past your bedtime. Looking back up at the ceiling, you sigh, another tear rolling down your cheek. Nothing had gone right today. You had a writer’s block, and when you did start writing, it wasn’t good enough. Then when you were sorting your photography, you found that you didn’t really have a ‘thing’ that you took photography of. Like, some people only took pictures of trees, or flowers, but you did everything. Like you were a wanna-be photographer. And you hated it. Nothing was special about the way you wrote or photographed.
Then, you had spent part of the day with your best friend. Stupidly, though, she was too busy skyping her friends and having fun with them to notice your depressed state. After she left, you messaged one of your other best friends on facebook. They only told you that a family member of theirs died, and then said they had to go. So here you were, listening to the radio, and lying on your bed, crying. No one was there for you. In the end, you were always alone. Why me? You thought.
You didn’t know how long it had been, but suddenly the darkness of your room lit up, and you looked over to the source of the light. Your phone was vibrating, and on it had a picture of you and your bestest friend, Arthur. Smiling just the tiniest bit, you answer the phone.
“Yeah?” You said. Big mistake. Since you have been crying so much, your voice was choked up.
“You alright, love?” You heard Arthur ask. He sounded worried. Clearing your throat, you tried again.
“Yeah. Sorry, I’m just a little sick. So what’s up?” You ask, trying to cover up the fact that you were crying.
He sighed. “Don’t lie to me, _____. I know you were crying. That’s the only other reason you’d be up this late.” Confused, you thought for a second before saying anything.
“How did you know?” You asked. It wasn’t until about 10 seconds later he replied.
“Well, I actually call you every night at this time… since your phone is usually off, it goes straight to voicemail. You just never knew I was calling you because your phone never tells you if you got a call while it was off. I started doing this a few months ago because you had that horrible meltdown. I’ve been worried ever since, so I’ve been calling you at the time every night.” Dumbfounded, you just sat there, staring at the blank wall in front of you. Before you could stop them, more tears started falling down your cheeks. Arthur must have heard you sniffling, because what he said next was rushed.
“_____, I’ll be over in 2 minutes. Hang on, okay?” Clearing your throat, you replied, “Alright.” Then you heard the click of the line being cut off.
Exactly 2 minutes later, he was at your front door, softly knocking. You quietly made your way through the dark house until you were at the front door. You opened it up to reveal a worried and out of breath Arthur. He immediately pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face into your neck.
“You don’t ever need to feel alone, _____. I’ll always be here for you, because I love you. Don’t ever hesitate to call me, alright? Even if it’s 5:00 AM, I don’t care. Just please don’t do this to yourself…” He whispered into your neck. More tears escaped your eyes, but this time, tears of joy. You had loved Arthur for a long time now, just always too scared to tell him, fearing you would shatter the friendship you had now because he didn’t feel the same way towards you.
You wrapped your arms tightly around Arthur as you buried your face into his chest. By now you were sobbing, not being able to hold back the pain anymore. You smiled.
“I love you too… Thank you, Arthur…”
Then, you had spent part of the day with your best friend. Stupidly, though, she was too busy skyping her friends and having fun with them to notice your depressed state. After she left, you messaged one of your other best friends on facebook. They only told you that a family member of theirs died, and then said they had to go. So here you were, listening to the radio, and lying on your bed, crying. No one was there for you. In the end, you were always alone. Why me? You thought.
You didn’t know how long it had been, but suddenly the darkness of your room lit up, and you looked over to the source of the light. Your phone was vibrating, and on it had a picture of you and your bestest friend, Arthur. Smiling just the tiniest bit, you answer the phone.
“Yeah?” You said. Big mistake. Since you have been crying so much, your voice was choked up.
“You alright, love?” You heard Arthur ask. He sounded worried. Clearing your throat, you tried again.
“Yeah. Sorry, I’m just a little sick. So what’s up?” You ask, trying to cover up the fact that you were crying.
He sighed. “Don’t lie to me, _____. I know you were crying. That’s the only other reason you’d be up this late.” Confused, you thought for a second before saying anything.
“How did you know?” You asked. It wasn’t until about 10 seconds later he replied.
“Well, I actually call you every night at this time… since your phone is usually off, it goes straight to voicemail. You just never knew I was calling you because your phone never tells you if you got a call while it was off. I started doing this a few months ago because you had that horrible meltdown. I’ve been worried ever since, so I’ve been calling you at the time every night.” Dumbfounded, you just sat there, staring at the blank wall in front of you. Before you could stop them, more tears started falling down your cheeks. Arthur must have heard you sniffling, because what he said next was rushed.
“_____, I’ll be over in 2 minutes. Hang on, okay?” Clearing your throat, you replied, “Alright.” Then you heard the click of the line being cut off.
Exactly 2 minutes later, he was at your front door, softly knocking. You quietly made your way through the dark house until you were at the front door. You opened it up to reveal a worried and out of breath Arthur. He immediately pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face into your neck.
“You don’t ever need to feel alone, _____. I’ll always be here for you, because I love you. Don’t ever hesitate to call me, alright? Even if it’s 5:00 AM, I don’t care. Just please don’t do this to yourself…” He whispered into your neck. More tears escaped your eyes, but this time, tears of joy. You had loved Arthur for a long time now, just always too scared to tell him, fearing you would shatter the friendship you had now because he didn’t feel the same way towards you.
You wrapped your arms tightly around Arthur as you buried your face into his chest. By now you were sobbing, not being able to hold back the pain anymore. You smiled.
“I love you too… Thank you, Arthur…”
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“_____, I love you more than anything in the entire world.” Arthur said.
You turned to look up at him, adjusting yourself as you rested in his arms. “And I you.” Sighing you looked at him. He was just everything you could ever want in a man. “But we need to talk.”
“What is it, poppet?” he asked, his expression immediately filled with concern.
You bit your lip. This wasn’t something you wanted to talk about, now or ever, but it was something you had to deal with. “I- I suppose it’s better for you to know.” you whisper quietly, taking advantage of his close proximity to
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”…and fix your collar. Really, is it that hard to look nice?” Arthur says. “Honestly, ______, learn to take better care of yourself. You need to look your best when going out in public.”
That’s it. I’ve had it. Tears well up in my eyes. I’m never good enough for him.
“Come now. What are the tears for, love?”
Biting my lip, I shake my head. There’s always something wrong with me. When will I ever be good enough?
“Please tell me.” He says gently, looking at me with concern. I stare at the floor.
He lifts my chin up to meet his eyes, our faces merely
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“This is the preposition, so then what follows must be the…?”
“Object?”
“Good! Simple enough, right? So, in this sentence what’s your preposition?”
“At…”
“And the object?”
“Noon?”
You smiled. “Good job! You’re not as bad at this as you say you are. I’ve never seen someone pick up grammar so quickly. You’re even better than a native English speaker.”
His cheeks became pink. “T-thank you… But it’s because I have you as my tutor.&rdqu
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Yeah... this is me right now.
I wrote this in like, 10 minutes, so please don't go hating on how stupid and short and pointless this fan fiction is.
I just posted it for the heck of it.
._.
I do not own Hetalia, you, or England. Just the plot.
Thank you so much to everybody who favourites and comments~!!!
Thank you for reading, and have a good day~!!
Yeah... this is me right now.
I wrote this in like, 10 minutes, so please don't go hating on how stupid and short and pointless this fan fiction is.
I just posted it for the heck of it.
._.
I do not own Hetalia, you, or England. Just the plot.
Thank you so much to everybody who favourites and comments~!!!
Thank you for reading, and have a good day~!!
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I feel this so much. None of my friends ever have time to talk to me, so I always feel so alone.