It was a Saturday night filled with the normal activities: watching TV and drinking wine. Alone. Again.
You personally don't feel as if this is a bad thing, sure some might say that you: a twenty-three year old need to start getting into the dating business. Honestly, you aren't a dating person. The last person you had a 'relationship' with was Alfred F. Jones, whom you dated for a day. You were in fifth grade.
Anyways, while you were doing your normal activities, someone knocked on the door. Obviously you stood up to get it. The person at the door was Arthur Kirkland, he's in your math class, right? Maybe?
He leaning on the door frame, and he smelt like you did, except he couldn't hold his booze down. He threw up in the hallway.
"Uh. Arthur?" You put your arm around his shoulder, "You're freaking wasted , what happened?"
"Has anyone told you. . . You have the prettiest eyes, yes you do!"
"Thanks, here you can knock out on the couch."
"Can I knock you out?"
You brought the drunkard to the living room, and he passed out on the floor. The next day you found him stirring in his sleep, hey at least he isn't dead, right? An hour later, he finally wakes up. He looks around the living room floor, then he blushes.
"... (name), right? We didn't-" Arthur looks down at himself.
"No, but you wanna know what you did?"
"What?"
"You threw up in my hallway."
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Hetalia One Shots
RandomThis is a trashy book. I'm not an amazing writer, but I write. Don't expect lemons you dirty rugs you. I am a small child, chill. Pls. Anyways, this 'book' contains reader x and ships. I understand that wattpad is mostly made up of 10-12-year-ol...
