Fruit candy

[gwenchan]

Fandom: Hetalia
Characters: HWS Inghilterra/Arthur Kirkland, HWS Francia/Francis Bonnefoy
Tags: Nations using human names

Prompt: Aeroporto

 It’s a little, but insistent tap on his nose to wake up Arthur. He blinks, eyes bleary, vaguely aware of the trail of spit drying from the left angle of his mouth and onto the backpack he’s currently using as a bumpy, makeshift pillow.

Yawning, he sits up, feeling his body protesting from the stiffness of having napped across two hard chairs in the boarding area at the airport. 

“Is it time?” he mutters, voice muddy, brain filled with cotton. He glances at his watch, but right now he’s too dumbfounded to make sense of the clock hands, except it’s still an ungodly hour in the morning. Lifting his arms above his head makes his back snaps in a symphony of pops. 

“Almost.”

At his side, Francis is flipping through the magazine he bought overpriced about two hours ago to pass the time while they wait for their plane to be ready to take off again.

“Then why did you wake me up?”

He could have slept a little more. Between the ten hours flight, the jet lag and the two-days-meetings he’s going on out of caffeine and spite.

“To be polite.”

Francis nudges him lightly, tilting his head to the side and only then Arthur notices the elderly woman who meanwhile has sat down where his feet were a moment before. Alright, he’d done the same and probably he wouldn’t have been as gentle as Francis was with him.

"Uhm, fine."

As Arthur stretches a little more, his stomach grumbles. He actually lost track of the last time he ate. He ate something at the airport at lunch before taking off, then technically dinner was served on the plane but he had his stomach in knots so he only nibbled at his food. Francis didn't eat much either and also made a point on complaining about the food choice.

But by then Arthur had slipped a pair of pods in his ears and stopped listening.

 

"I'm going to get me something," he announces, standing up. There's a cafe about a minute walk from here. He checks the supposed time for the take-off. Doing some quick calculations, providing there's no queue, he should be back on time. He should still have about thirty minutes. And if there's a queue, he'll just buy something already packaged.

"Do you want anything?"

Francis considers it for a moment. "Something to drink, maybe," he says, "and a package of candies. Fruit flavoured."

Arthur nods. "Water? Natural?"

"Juice."

"Fine. Save my seat. I'll try to be quick."

 

He slips his backpack on, mostly to not leave all luggage to Francis in case they anticipate the departure. After a moment of reflection, he adds, "Ring me if something changes."

 

There's a queue at the café, but nothing too big and it moves quickly. He buys a blueberry muffin for himself, tasting always the same no matter the airport, a bottle of water for himself - room temperature - and one of apple and orange juice for Francis, flinching at the price. That figure for a bottle of juice is a thief. At the counter, before paying, he throws a package of mints for himself and one of the fruit-flavoured candies for Francis. He chuckles. Francis acts all so uptight and sophisticated and then he eats kid candies.

 

He's typing in the pin of his visa when his phone rings. Francis. "Coming," he says while retrieving his purchases. "Yes, yes, you can begin standing in line. I'm arriving."

the glass in the corridor, he sees what he supposes being his plane aligning on the airstrip. He closes the call and pops a candy in his mouth. He's tempted to take one of Francis' but it's not down to fight for all the flight. Oh, well, he'll ask for one as soon as Francis open the package.