"Why do you do this France! You're humiliating me!" Yvain whined on the other end. It has been thirty minutes that they have spent arguing, or more like Yvain begging for the other not to tease him any further with the pet name that was given to Yvain.
"I'm doing nothing pretty boy." France spoke with a mischievous smile on the other end. Sleep was no longer with him and he did came to the realization that the moments he usually spend with all the negativity he could gather, these moments became clear like the blue sky whenever he was within the company of the boy named Yvain.
"See! You're calling me that again! This is giving me a headache and I dare shall spare myself from this. I'll be ending the call now." Yvain spoke but his words were as false as they can be. He just wanted the latter to stop calling him pretty boy, not because he did not like it but because he was feeling weird things inside his stomach and he was quite confused as to why.
"Understood. Talk to you in some other time then." France spoke and before Yvain could answer, he was cut off by the resounding beep that came from the telephone that was in his grasp. Blinking for a second, he could not believe that the other had the nerve to end the call when it was him that was being humiliated. Well technically not really humiliated since it was only between the two of them but he felt like so.
Realizing what had happened, he angrily rotated the circular disk on the telephone and started to wait with heavy breathing when he started to hear the ring.
"Yvain? I thought-"
"You dare dropped the call on me France!? You little piece of-"
"Oh dear, believe me I'm not little. I'm quite big, would you mind if I showed you?"
"Y-You! Th-this! Argh! This is making me loose my brain cells! Why is everything perverted with you!"
"What do you mean perverted? I'm just stating that I am bigger than you- oh yeah. Well it does sound like we're talking about our dick size-"
"France! Stop talking! I shouldn't have called you." Yvain exclaimed feeling so perplexed. He was breathing hard, his eyes were wide open and he was under his thick blanket as if he was hiding from the conversation they were having.
"Either way Yvain, perverted or not, I'm still bigger than you both in body build and phallus-"
"France! For the love of God!"
Yvain exclaimed once again. he was about to go on full rant mode but then he heard the latter laughing at the other end.
France was clutching on his abdomen that was starting to feel cramps from the extensive laugh he was having. He even got to the point where tears escaped from his eyes from too much of laughter. He laughed for a good moment before it died down slowly and all that was heard was his heavy breathing.
"You're quite the funny guy Yvain." The older spoke while still chuckling. He waited to hear something from the other end but minutes had passed and still no words from Yvain.
"Yvain? Are you there?" He queried and waited yet again for a while but he heard no response.
"Dear-"
"Y-Yes. I am here." Yvain spoke flustered. He had been listening to the Frances' laugh with he himself smiling like an idiot. He had never heard the older laugh so genuinely since they have met and to him, making France laugh felt like it was an achievement. Probably because he knew that France was usually the gloomy and unperturbed guy. Yvain somehow felt happy that he made someone happy.
"Have I upset you now?" France voice sounded serious which made the younger answer immediately.
"W-Well I was upset before b-but now I-"
"Hmm? Tell me Yvain?"
"I'm no longer upset by your teasing because I unknowingly made you laugh. I feel happy as well." Yvain spoke true to his heart which got France to quiet down. He heaved a huge breath and his hand flew to his chest.
He was feeling some type of way, a feeling that he forgot and could not identify as time was too cruel for him since that day. Everything went downhill for him and the only familiar thing he knew was his demons that kept him awake at nigh. But this, he knew he felt this before, when everything was okay.
"F-France? Did I say something offensive? Oh my-"
"N-Not at all dear. I just remembered something." France immediately spoke snapping out from his daze. He was smiling lightly as he looked at the telephone he was holding. Somehow, he wanted to try something new. He wanted to keep the boy on the next line in his circle. He longed for the feeling since he could remember that he was ignoring the voice in his head saying that it was a boy, he was feeling it towards another male. He reasoned that whatever the reason he has for not going for it, he could care less because he was sure that he was not letting go of this one.
The two continued to talk until one felt drowsy enough to muster his goodbye's. The star glimmered so much that night and everything was at peace for both but nothing like this lasted long for as in every calmness came the lingering storm in the air. Faint but prominent. They both knew that they feel good with each others' company and both did not want to destroy what they had as something this precious and rare was to be treasured.
In Yvain's eyes, he looked at France like a brotherly figure and France was too. Well he thought but his heart says otherwise. He unknowingly wanted to be more than that not knowing that it would be the reason that they will loose themselves within the grasp they have now. Things can only be so strong when kept as a secret but so fragile when revealed.
France rolled to his side and snuggled deeper into his thick blanket with a smile as he spoke these words silently;
"You're a drug Yvain. The more I get to know you, the more I get addicted and intoxicated. It's scary that I don't even find it scary. Do you feel the same?"
His words were not heard by the other but the stars did. It meant nothing as it never reached the other but was meaningful enough to tug both of their feelings in the start of their shambles.