I do not own Hetalia. This story is dedicated to Atlantica227. May a candle be lit in the darkness you find entrapping your spirit.

Home-bound

Daylight dimmed, leaving only a shred of light spilling through the mountains and across the fields. Anya watched the fading sun, one arm around Madeline who dozed on her shoulder. Anya ran her hand through the smooth blonde hair falling over Madeline's small, round face.

The train chugged along through the open fields of golden stalks, rippling like a deep yellow sea. Soon the stars would consume the sky. Anya grinned at the thought, turned her eyes downwards and finding Madeline had stopped dozing.

"How much longer?" Madeline asked, yawning into her fist and adjusting her hair. She appeared annoyed that Anya had toyed with it for so long without her knowing.

"Still quite a while," Anya replied, "I think we'll see the moon rise and fall long before we reach the city."

Madeline shrugged, resuming her cuddled position against Anya's voluptuous breast. Anya had tied her hair into a complicated braid that swirled around her head, pinned to the back. This allowed for her ovular face to appear fuller and more youthful. About this Anya was vain, which bothered Madeline. But she remained silent, knowing Anya could explode with rage easily if provoked.

Anya would never hurt Madeline.

The clasps on Madeline's jacket, admittedly old fashioned, had come undone in her lax position. Madeline decided to take it off. She folded it and put it up in the cupboard, reaching as far as she could on her toes. Anya watched her, noticing how the shirt rose to expose a slim belly and small breaths that rippled through it. Madeline returned to her seat, receiving a warm kiss from Anya that sent a shiver down her spine. Anya noticed and laughed loudly, her chest rising with each hitch of the triumphant exclamation.

"You are so cute, Maddie!"

"Thank you," Maddie grumbled, feeling not at all cute. Regardless, she enjoyed the warmth her lover provided.

Anya watched her relax again. Time ticked by. Soon a stewardess would drop by with dinner Anya had ordered earlier. Madeline muttered something in French that Anya chose to ignore. The stewardess swung by. Anya's eyes flicked over her briefly, as did Madeline's. The woman was full figured, with curved hips and busty, too. She wore her hair in thick black curls and had doe-like eyes, nothing to be ashamed about.

"Hello, would you two sisters like anything to drink with your meal?" She asked, placing the foil-wrapped trays before them.

Madeline saw the irate gleam appear in Anya's eye. She squeezed her hand and thanked the stewardess, requesting a glass of water for both of them. She knew Anya was prepared to ask about the liquor they had on board, and she didn't want to deal with that right now.

Once the stewardess left, Anya enveloped Madeline in a kiss which Madeline broke off to eat, her stomach grumbling in anticipation.

"Oh, Maddie, if only you knew how much I loved you! My heart has to expand to accommodate it all and I fear it may rip. And if that does happen, I know at least I perished loving you."

"You know that's impossible, Anya, you can't die from loving too hard." Madeline said, unable to hide the blush rising in her cheeks.

"I am being poetic, Maddie."

"I know, and I appreciate it."

"Then show it more!"

"I am, I am!" Madeline took a swig of water and pressed her lips to Anya's cheek briefly. She smiled and returned to her meal, hearing Anya's rippling sigh of delight.

"I can rest easy knowing my lover has not left her heart elsewhere."

Madeline grinned, knowing that Anya's fiery temper was her own to control, and that they were now on their long way home.