Arosoi-Kumo

 Standing in the rain by myself, waiting for the bus. There's nothing here. This town is thriving, but no one stops to think about where they're going. Do they know what they want to do? Is there purpose in their lives? Or do they just live, going about their business the way society expects them to? So many expectations for the next generation. We're expected to clean up after our parents' mess. Not specifically, but previous generations, and our own, have never taken into account the effects their actions will have in the future. Now, not only do we have to deal with these things, but we also have to have respectable jobs, good educations

After what seemed like the longest time in the world, Alfred gently pulled away.  Arthur felt his senses slowly coming back to him.  He heard Russia coming closer.  Finally, he opened his eyes and studied the American's face.  The blue-eyed man was staring at him practically the same way.  He saw him swallow hard. "Awk-waaaarrrrrd…" Alfred said, smiling crookedly at Arthur and shifting his eyes. Arthur laughed uncomfortably.  "Let's try to forget that happened, shall we?" he said. Alfred breathed out.  "I'll try."  He grinned.  "No promising though." "Don't tell me you guys have never done that before," said Russia from beside them.