Don't Touch Me

(Oneshot) It was a cold December morning, and you had made sure to grab a jacket on your way out of the house. You were good at that kind of thing. You rarely ever forgot anything. You were very responsible, mature, and thoughtful. You always put others before yourself. You liked the way you were. You wouldn't have had it any other way. You were on your way to your best friend - and crush, though you didn't like to admit it - Kiku Honda's house. You had promised him that you would come over that day to watch anime and just hang out for a bit. You and him loved doing that: enjoying each other's company. Though you both didn't talk much, it was like you didn't need to. That's how close you were. (I don't own you, Japan, Hetalia, or the picture. I own the storyline.)