1I haven't written in a long time so is time to write, thank you for coming.
Hetalia doesn't belong to me.
He keeps drinking tea staring across the desk to the empty streets outside. Again, no costumers on his library like always. It always like this when a cold drizzle decides to show up in the afternoon. He hated his life, it stinks. He was a writer all right, but any of his stories made sense and some others lack personality. He sighs when he looks at some bills scatter on top of the desk and realized he needed to find another job, but at any job he has applied he haven't received a call. He remembered as well that he hasn't paid the rent of his apartment, three months now. He really needs to write something if he wants to at least sleep under a roof.
"Let see" he sighs as he grabs a pen and a piece of paper and starts writing some things that were in his mind, but again it useless. What he's going to write? He hates romance because it reminds him of Francis and he hated that guy. He also hates sad stories because it reminded him of his family, if he could call it that way. Dramatic stuff? He's not good at that either. Adventure? Well, he had never leave London before, so he hasn't lived an adventure before. He cursed under his breath when he failed again.
What he's lacking? Why any of his stories made sense? He now realized that he always have failed in his life. He still recalls the day he run away from his house thanks to his brothers. Not everything was bitter though; he had store and a writing career that until now it hasn't given him a profit. As the clock stroke six he decided to close the store and head to a pub. He sits on the counter crossing his arms on top of him and resting his head on it.
"If it isn't Arthur? What can I give you boy?" the British man glimpsed in front of him and saw a middle age man smiling at him while cleaning the counter. "The same as always" Arthur whispered, closing his eyes. "Coming right up"
He waited a few minutes for his drink. The pub was rather empty, except for him and the owner. He guesses that he arrived too early. "Here boy" he slowly grabs the cup and starts drinking. While drinking he quickly glimpse to the man in front of him. He placed his drink to his side and buried his face again, on his sleeves. "What I'm lacking James?" he whispers. The man frowned, but then smiled. "Love perhaps"
"Love can go to the bloody hell" he coldly replies taking another sip from his drink. James just lets out a laugh. "How much it cost?" Arthur looked at James. "Nothing for you" he laughs again.
Arthur slowly stands and walks away to his apartment. He curse when he saw a note stapled on the door, he cursed between his teeth while opening the door. He quickly takes his jacket away and sits on his couch looking outside from his window. "Love I see" he sighs
Okay first chapter…maybe boring I guess. Review.