A/N- Wow, I sure updated fast! In this story Oregon and California are about twelve in appearence and mental state.

I also don't own Hetalia.

He could see the world in her eyes. As they traveled through the forests or combed the beaches for shells he could see it. Those deep blue pools, reflecting the ocean.

Her hair, her long soft golden hair. The hair of angels that just might break of he touched it. It shone with all of the hidden treasures under their feet.

She sang the songs of miners and of nature. Her anger, the force of the earthquakes and the sea. Her joy, the blooming of poppies and of new life. Her hope, the dreams of the thousands who had once put all of their trust in her land.

She was the sea. She was the mountains. She was the deserts and the trees and the sage bushes that sent their scent wafting through the air. She was California.

Yet what was he? Who was Oregon? He was also the sea and the mountains. He was the forests, yet he was overlooked. He was Oregon. He wasn't a golden haired angel. He was a boy with blue eyes and unkept brown hair. And he was perfectly fine with this.

As he played with California; hiking through the mountains, making daisy crowns; he found himself less and less lonely. With every imaginary world they lived in, each song they sang, his sadness dissipated. She became his friend, his everything. Yet as years passed, he felt them growing more and more distant. He had started to become taller, his legs a little longer, his steps a bit more awkward. She however, only became taller and prettier. She wasn't beginning to fumble when walking. She remained as graceful as ever. The daisy crowns became a less frequent accessory; the hikes became shorter.

Oregon knew he was partially at fault for this. He had recently found it harder and harder to be around her. Every time he heard her bell-like laughter he felt as if his heart was dead set on breaking out of his body. His chest would tighten and his stomach would turn. Still, even with this he wanted to see her. He just didn't know why he didn't want to see her at the same time.

They were friends weren't they? So why did he feel so weird around her? At one point America visited him. Without specifying who it was, Oregon told America about the symptoms of being around his friend. America simply smiled, laughed, and ruffled Oregons' hair. There was not much talk about the subject afterwards.

These thoughts and memories lingered in Oregons' mind as he walked to his and Californias' favorite meadow. It was high up on a mountain. It shouldn't have been there, but California always had things like this in her land. Oregon sat down in the soft grass and sighed a little. California had told them that they needed to meet that night, no matter what. Wiping his hands on his worn work pants, he anxiously awaited Californias' arrival.

She appeared, wearing the pale blue dress he had once made her. "Oregon!" She cheerfully called his name and trotted over, her hair gleaming as the last rays of the sun hit her just right.

What now? Years ago they would have immediately done something. She would have led him off somewhere and he would follow happily. Oregon hoped they would explore. It would mean that he didn't have to talk and make a fool of himself.

California sat down, fixing her dress so that it wouldn't get wrinkled. "Do you know what tonight is?" She asked, smiling.

"Tuesday?" He honestly replied.

"It's the night that you can see a lot of falling stars! America told me about it once. Tonight is supposed to be when you can see them the best."

And so they waited for the meteor shower to begin. Oregon lay back to watch the stars, grateful for the cool air to chill the heat rising up to his face. California yawned. "Do you want to go home?" Oregon asked, "I don't mind."

"Nope. I'm not going to miss this for anything." Was her reply.

A few hours passed before the heavens above them changed. The first meteor, a brilliant blue, whizzed across the sky. Oregon smiled widely, awestruck by the momentary beauty. Californias' gasp only made it all the more exciting. A gentle breeze blew past as another meteor lit ablaze.

"Isn't it pretty?" California said dreamily. "I'm sure… Big Brother is watching with Nevada."

Hours of pointing and synchronized oohs' and aahs passed while the two watched the celestial performance. A large fireball of pure white streaked across the sky.

"That might be the last one of the night." California said, breaking the dream-like state.

"We can still see the stars though." Oregon didn't want to leave, it was all too perfect.

Oregon didn't know how long he and California stayed after the comet show. To him, it seemed only to be five minutes. He finally turned his attention away from the skies to make sure California wasn't bored. When he turned his head he found she wasn't where she was a few hours before. He almost panicked until he heard her shallow breath.

She was right next to him, touching him in fact. Her head rested gently on his chest, the rest of her body close to his own. His face flushed, and for a moment he seriously considered pushing her off. However, her sleep looked so peaceful. How could he even think of that?

California let out a small yawn in her sleep and curled up a little, her head still on Oregons' chest. Oregon let out an understanding sigh. They could stay like this for now, leaving wasn't too urgent. Perhaps, when the sun rose, they could watch clouds.