15I dedicate this to my sister, (Username: AbbyGreenEyes) who is such a Can/Ame girl (and yes, in that order) that she gets physically angry thinking about Canada and Cuba! Definitely check out her Can/Ame fic: Kryptonite, and BELIEVE me she's working on something really really awesome next, so you'll want to stay tuned.
This is just a wee bit of fun with silly America and long suffering Canada who usually forgives America's...um...unique lack of foresight.
This is my way of saying Spasiba sestra, for the gorgeous, gloriously beautiful Rus/Ame vids she made me inspired by my fics. I hope you all enjoy!
Based on (but greatly adapted from) a folktale from my collection of Grimm Bro's tales: Clever Hans
I don't own hetalia or anything, obviously (:
Chapter 1: 'I'll do better tomorrow!'
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Once upon a time, long, long ago, there were two boys who lived on neighboring farms with their fathers. The one who lived to the south was named Alfred and he was strong, brave, generous, and thought he always knew just what to do in any situation. Mathew, who lived to the north was kind, intelligent, just a little shy, and above all, patient.
The two boys were fast friends right away and as they grew into their teen years each realized that they liked the other very, very much, much more than just friends. However, Neither knew the other felt this way, and neither knew how to express himself.
Their fathers were no help at all. .
Mathew simply wanted to disappear after finally confessing his feelings to his papa in hopes for advice.
"Hononon!" His father turned from the rose bush he had been watering. Taking his son by the shoulders and smiling knowingly, Francis looked out at the vast vineyard that was their livelihood. "Ah, Mon fils, I knew this day would come!" Mathew's face soon flushed so pink he had no hope of disappearing into the background, as his father proceeded to give him far more advice than the boy ever asked for.
As for Alfred, he soon found himself climbing silently from the window of his room where his father had immediately locked him away. The young boy rolled his blue eyes dramatically as he climbed the rope down the side of their home. He could still hear his father yelling and stomping down the stairs away from the room he believed to be inescapable.
"Blast it all, you daft boy! 'Never heard such a load of rubbish!"
Time passed. Mathew certainly wasn't going to try any of the things his papa had advised. Alfred was still at a loss for how to express his emotions as well, though after a time, his father had at least realized he couldn't keep the two apart and so begrudgingly accepted what was to be the way of things. Not much changed as a day turned to a week and a week to a month. Alfred went to visit Mathew everyday, each day he tried to say how he felt, but each day the usually brave and outspoken youth lost his tongue and couldn't tell Mathew just what he wanted from him.
And so it was that this occurred.
On a Monday, Alfred set out from home. His father looked up from his tea.
"And just where the bloody hell are you off too?"
Waving over his head as he left the door, Alfred called, "To Mattie's!"
His father grumbled into his cup of earl gray but said no more.
When Alfred arrived, he was a bundle of nerves and knocked loudly on the door.
It was Mathew who answered, "Hello Alfie." One boy smiled to the other who smiled back.
"Hey Mattie!" Alfred beamed. As he was so smitten, the blonde simply stood there looking to the other, who finally blushed, and looking anywhere but into the blue eyes so near the color of his own, Mathew asked, "Um, so have you brought me anything nice?"
Alfred had on occasion does this, although usually the gifts were strange things the other boy would like more himself. The last had been a kind of big greasy sandwich he claimed to have invented.
Mathew was still grinning at the memory of how proud the other boy had been that day when Alfred responded.
"Nope. But I want something from you..." This was it, he thought. I'm gonna say I want a kiss!
But in the end, he just stood and said nothing.
"um.." Mathew wasn't sure what to do. He felt in his pockets. Nothing. He looked around the front porch...nothing. Just as he was wondering whatever could he give Alfred, Mattie felt the needle he had stuck in his sleeve after stitching up some old clothes. He gave the needle to Alfred, who was relived just to be given something as he had been trying in vain to spit out the words he had intended to say.
"Thanks Mattie!" Alfred was truly relieved, but embarrassed. He turned and put the needle in the back of the hay wagon he had rode in on.
"Um...Goodbye Al..." Matt waved from the door.
"Bye Mattie!" Alfred waved back from the saddle as he drove the wagon back home, thinking he would just have to do better tomorrow.
When he got home, his father asked how things had gone.
"Well, did you take him anything at least?" Arthur asked, half interested.
Alfred smiled, determined not to let on his intentions or that he had failed at them so miserably. "Nothin'. But I got something from him."
"Oh? And just what was that?" His father raised his prominent brows and put down the newspaper he had been reading.
"A NEEDLE!" The boy grinned from ear to ear.
"And where is this needle?" The green eyed man looked down at his son and sighed.
"Oh, I put it in the hay wagon..." Alfred thought for a moment. "Um...I guess I don't know where it is now...Somewhere in the hay..."
Brave. strong. helpful. Yes, Alfred was all these things, but he did not always think ahead or think things through all the way before acting. Arthur sighed again heavily.
"You daft boy. You should have put the bloody thing in your sleeve!"
"No problem," Alfred responded, already thinking about how to make sure he actually told Mathew he'd like a kiss in the morning. "I'll do that tomorrow!"
As soon as Tuesday dawned, Alfred hurried through his chores so he could go to Mathew's. Today he'd be sure to not lose his nerve!
And just where the bloody hell are you off too?" His father once again asked as Alfred readied to leave.
As usual, "To Mattie's!" was the response, Alfred didn't even look back as he waved behind him, rushing out the door.
As he did each day, his father grumbled into his cup of earl gray but said no more.
When Alfred arrived, he again found himself nervous and knocked loudly on the door.
Mathew smiled as he opened the door and stepped onto the porch, "Hello Alfie."
"Hey Mattie!" Alfred beamed. but being smitten as he was and lacking parental guidance in the ways of love, the blonde simply stood there looking to the other, who finally blushed, and once again looking anywhere but into the blue eyes so near the color of his own or the interesting cowlick sticking up from the other's hair which contrasted with his own curl, Mathew asked, "Um, so have you brought me anything nice today?"
"Nope. But I want something from you..." This is it, Alfred thought. Today I'm gonna say I want a kiss!
But in the end, as he had done yesterday, he just stood and said nothing.
"um.." Mathew spoke quietly, "I do have something for you..." He pulled from his pocket a knife. The blade was silver and the hilt was carved from the horn of an elk. "I um, saw this at the market and remembered you like this sort of thing."
"Thanks Mattie!" Alfred was truly relieved that Mathew had again saved him from standing there with nothing to say, but embarrassed that again, he had failed to say what he so very much wanted to say. He took the knife and suddenly remembering what his father had told him, he put it in his sleeve.
"Maple!" Matt pointed to the other boy's sleeve as blood began to stain Alfred's sleeve bright red. "Um...Al..."
"Bye Mattie!" Alfred waved with the very arm he had just stabbed before hopping into the saddle to ride away. Damn! He thought, I will just have to do better tomorrow!
He rode all the way home thinking of how he would tell Mathew he wanted a kiss.
"Hey Mattie - Kiss me!" or maybe he'd lean on the pillars of the porch all casual-like and say, "Yo, Matt, gimme some sugar!" hmmm, that could work, or maybe he'd be a gentleman and swoop him up and say "I can't get you outta my mind, baby!"
These were Alfred's thoughts as he stabled his horse and walked through the front door. Thoughts of how to get his cute neighbor boy to give him a kiss, not thoughts of the amount of blood he had lost as he rode, having given absolutely no concern to his self inflicted wound.
When he got home, his father asked how things had gone.
"Well, did you take him anything at least?" Arthur asked, not even looking up from the book he was reading. 'Tales of Pirates Most Nefarious'
Alfred smiled, determined not to let on his intentions or that he had failed at them so miserably.
"Nope'. But I got something from him."
"Oh? And just what was that?" His father turned the page, still not looking up..
"A KNIFE!" The boy grinned from ear to ear.
"And did you throw it in the hay as well?" The green eyed man snickered as he read.
"No way. I did just what you said - stuck it in my sleeve." Alfred pulled the knife from his arm just as he father's bushy brows raised into his hairline and he dropped the book.
Brave. strong. helpful. Yes, Alfred was all these things, but he did not always think ahead or think things through all the way before acting. Arthur jumped from his chair.
"Cor Blimy! You're bleeding all over the carpet! How thick can you get?" After rushing to get a bandage, Arthur sighed. "You should have put it in your pocket."
"No problem," Alfred responded, already thinking about how to make sure he actually told Mathew he'd like a kiss in the morning. "I'll do that tomorrow!"
End of Chapter 1.
My oh my, How long will it take Alfred to get that kiss? Whatever will he do the next day?
I hope this has been enjoyable to read! (Especially for you Greeneyes! Love ya sis!)
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