Cuddling Somewhere
Day 2: Cuddling Somewhere (SpUk)
Thunder rumbles as they heard the rain get even more aggressive. Germany told them that they are stuck at the meeting place, since all roads are closed off for the safety of everyone.
Luckily for them, the services informed them that they have spare sleeping bags they can use. All nations decided to sleep at one place—which was the meeting room.
Right now, England can't sleep—reasons are America's nonstop ramblings, the noise the others were making, and the booming thunders.
The tapping of the pouring rain accompanied by the loud booming thunder made the blond flinch, but he made sure that no one saw that. Sitting down on one of the chairs, he grabbed a book to calm himself—but it wasn't working.
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"Captain!" Their panicked shouts became muffled to the blond as he fell into the ocean.
Peridot eyes struggled to keep open, thunder acted as a flickering lights—waves harshly made it hard to move. Arthur felt his chest tighten as it was the cause of not knowing how to survive underwater.
Arthur may be a pirate, but he could not swim. All he could hope for right now—is for someone to find and save him. His immortality will keep him alive, but he does not know how long he can last before passing out.
He weakly reached out to the dark sky that's becoming far to him for he was sinking deeply. Alert rushed through his body when someone grabbed his reached out arm, they pulled him close to them that their body was touching.
They wrapped an arm around his waist and brushed his hair for a second as they started ascending. Once they have surfaced, exhaustion and pain came for the Brit—resulting for him start losing consciousness.
"Oi! Stay.. Artu..! Plea—" His body finally gave up, he didn't had a chance to know who it was.
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Emerald eyes scanned over the room, the other nations were doing their usual things—except that most of them were asleep or going to sleep.
"Hey, dude. Ya lookin' for someone?" America approached the Spanish nation. Spain shook his head as he showed the American a kind smile. "No, I'm just counting if we are complete."
America raised his eyebrow, taking a bite out of his burger. "If you're looking Iggy, he's over there." The American grinned at him as he pointed at the chairs.
With a blink of an eye, the blond American was gone from his sight. And surprisingly, only some are awake.
Antonio cautiously approached the Brit, but relaxed when he found the blond asleep with a book on his lap. 'That's not a place to sleep at, Arturo.' Is what Antonio would say, but he saw the pain etched on the English nation's face.
The brown haired male sighed, carefully picking up the other—carrying him straight to his sleeping bag. After Antonio made the other comfortable in his bag, he set out to go to his own sleeping bag—but he halted when a hand weakly grabbed his hand.
"D..Don't go.."
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Emerald orbs closed, his hold on the Brit made the other's pain on his face disappear. Slowly brushing his messy blond locks while singing a quiet lullaby. His hold on the Brit tightening protectively when the thunder boomed—making Arthur flinch in his sleep.
A hand gripped itself on Antonio's shirt, "Thank.. you.."
Antonio chuckled, Arthur had done the same thing when the Spaniard saved him from drowning—yet Arthur didn't know who saved him. Soon, he felt himself falling asleep.