Title: Wilted Rose
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: America & England / Alfred & Arthur
Rating: T
Genre: Romance, Humour, Drama
Warning: Shounen-Ai, Human Names, Alternate Universe, Minor (in the beginning!)
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction by a fan for fans. Axis Powers Hetalia rightfully belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely – PURELY – coincidental.
Summary: "Holy mother of- please don't tell me that fat balding old man is the guy I've been texting with!". Arthur decides to meet up with the guy he knew from a month of texting. Will true love blossom? Or will it be chaos, instead? And what's with the cakes that greet him on his doorstep?
Author's Note: It's imperative that readers read this note. This work of fiction is not entirely fictional. The backbone (plot) of this story is roughly based on one of my close friend's own true to life experiences with his ex-boyfriend. I don't intend to be loyal to his experiences - I will change some scenes, making them hotter and sexier to the best of my abilities.
Prologue: Parking On My Life
Arthur Kirkland, seventeen years old, stood quietly in the vast parking area in front of the mall with nothing but a nearly empty wallet in his pocket and his trusty cell phone clutched tightly on a sweaty hand.
This wasn't something the student body's vice-president would normally do. In fact, he'd never done this sort of thing before... sober and alone. He was never too keen on meeting strangers, despite his popularity, he was actually a shy guy. However, he wasn't really meeting up with a stranger. He wasn't sure.
He'd known the guy for roughly a month so they weren't exactly strangers but this would be the first time they'd ever meet up with each other. They had talked over the phone but they usually were texting. Yet Arthur couldn't help but consider this man, Alfred F. Jones, as a stranger.
All he knew about the older American was that he worked at a big-time gaming company and was assigned at the main office outside the city. He knew the man had a couple of siblings but that was as much as Arthur knew about Alfred's personal life.
Arthur did a google check on Alfred and found out he had graduated top of his class at the country's top university and was some kind of sports celebrity during his university years. A couple years after he graduated, he had funded a couple of charities for orphaned children and the elderly.
He was like a modern superhero and Arthur secretly admitted to himself that Alfred was one heck of a guy. It was accurate to say that Arthur had gotten a crush on the older American. But his practical mindset came into the picture and told him that it was too good to be true.
Someone of Alfred's level didn't magically pop out of nowhere to people like him. And despite google's help, there were tons of Alfred Jones' in the world. It might've been a different Jones!
I'm here.
Arthur stared at the message on his cell phone then looked around the immediate area. There was no one but an old and bald fat man going towards his way.
Arthur tensed and felt a heavy dose of dread over his shoulders. Holy mother of- please don't tell me that fat balding old man is the guy I've been texting with!
Where? I don't see you.
Arthur unconsciously gulped down the lump on his throat and eagerly waited for the reply while chanting a prayer in his head. He would high tail out of there if the old man was actually the Alfred Jones he'd been communicating with.
I'm looking at you.
Arthur felt the air leave him. The old man was staring at him! He was going to make a run for it, he was determined. He was not going to spend the rest of his wonderful day with some old unattractive bald man. No way in hell, earth or heaven.
The Briton pocketed his cell phone and was about to escape the clutches of a perverted paedophile when a red sports car blocked his path. The dark tinted glass was pulled down and the face of a young blonde man with the bluest of blue eyes hidden behind square frame glasses greeted him with an apologetic grin.
"Sorry for making ya wait, Artie." The handsome man spoke, "Hop in, I'm treating you to lunch."
At that moment, Arthur felt as if he'd been blessed by the heavens above. Alfred F. Jones was had the looks of an angel and oh thank god, he was young and had thick hair. Arthur hadn't realised he had been staring and that his mouth was hung open.
"Artie?" The angel spoke again, this time his brows were furrowed in confusion. "Hello, Artie? Wait, you are Arthur Kirkland, right?"
Those blue eyes quickly took a fearful glance towards the approaching old man and gulped, quickly looking back at the teenager in front of him. His blue eyes somewhat looking desperate and begging. Dude, you better be Artie or else I'm stepping the gas!
"U-Uh, y-yes!" Arthur coughed, slightly embarrassed for spacing out like that. "I-I'm Arthur... Uh... You—"
"Oh, thank God!" Alfred sighed, feeling a great weight being lifted from his chest. "I thought you lied to me about being a young university student and were in fact, an old man."
Arthur couldn't help but chuckle, he'd thought the same thing just a couple minutes ago!
Alfred grinned sheepishly as he waited for Arthur to stop his chuckling, "So, hop in and let's go grab some lunch."
Arthur quickly went around the car and shyly got in beside Alfred on the front as Alfred closed the window.
"So, where'd ya wanna eat?" Alfred asked as he manoeuvred them out of the parking area. "Don't worry about paying, Mister Vice-President. Lunch is on me."
Alfred winked at him and Arthur felt his legs turn to goo.
"'Sides, I made ya wait there." Alfred continued with a light shrug.
Arthur felt a strange tightening on his chest, he still hadn't gotten over how lucky he was. He could've been dreaming all this up and when he woke up-
"Artie?"
Immediately, Arthur snapped out from his thoughts but the jittery butterflies in his stomach were still there. "Uh, I-I don't know... You choose! I'm not picky with food – I eat anything!"
Well, he actually was picky but he didn't want Alfred to think that he was some kind high maintenance brat. He was an adult in an adult's world, obviously, he wouldn't want some whiny teenager.
"That's a hard order there, Mister Vice-President." Alfred teased and Arthur blushed. There was just something with the way the American said it. "Hmm... I'd usually go for McDonald's but I guess that'd be like having everyday-lunch. You're not allergic to any seafood are ya?"
Arthur shook his head, "Not that I know of..."
"Awesome!" Alfred grinned, "I'm treating ya to seafood for lunch – students don't usually eat proper, so ya better chow down today. You're too skinny."
Arthur frowned at that, he was not that skinny! He was still within his BMI safe zone!
Alfred chuckled lightly, "Hey, I was only trying to lighten the mood – you're being too quiet."
Arthur blushed again.
"You're not disappointed, are ya?" Alfred continued and suddenly gasped loudly, "Don't tell me ya wanted to be with that old guy instead?"
"Good God, no!" Arthur gasped, how on earth did the git get to that conclusion? "There's no way that I could possibly want to spend the day with that fat old hairless man!"
Alfred laughed and teased the youngster some more, "And here I thought your silence meant otherwise."
"I was just about to high tail out of there when I thought you were the old man that was staring at me!" Arthur frowned.
"But I told you I was a young twenty-six year old guy – no twenty-six year old could look that old."
"W-Well, you could've lied! There are plenty of those kinds of perverts going around these days! I'm only thankful it didn't turn out that way and that you ended up to be young and good-looking!"
Shite. Arthur's eyes widened as a blush decided to make its home on his cheeks. He couldn't believe he let his tongue slip like that!
"Is that so?" Alfred said with a smirk in his voice as he stopped the car to the red light. He turned to look at Arthur but the younger man had turned his head the other way to avoid looking at him.
Alfred reached his hand out to hold Arthur by the chin, forcing the youngster to face him. Just as Alfred had expected, Arthur's face was red with embarrassment. Ah~ So cute...
"Don't worry about it," Alfred said, slowly leaning forward towards Arthur.
Arthur's green eyes widened upon realising what Alfred was up to and closed shut the next second. He wanted to push the American off, this was harassment! But his body had gone stiff and at the back of his mind, there was anticipation.
"You're too cute yourself."
Arthur swore steam came out from his ears as Alfred's lips met with his for a short chaste kiss. When Alfred had pulled away for what seemed to be years later, Arthur let himself lean back on the chair, all strength lost. Damn bastard... So... Hnnnggg...
Alfred grinned at the lobster red face Arthur had on and turned to face the road just in time when the lights switched to green. Alfred pressed his foot on the gas, thinking of ordering a lobster for himself. A juicy red lobster.
He licked his lips, he couldn't wait for his lobster.
TO BE CONTINUED
Author's Note: OwO I wonder what I just did there~ My friend would so murder me if he found out I wrote about him~ But I couldn't let the inspiration pass~ It was either making a fanfic out of his life or submitting it to the TV station (Noypi readers, I'm talking about MMK. LOL.).
Guys, please do leave a review or criticism! No flames, please! This isn't over yet! And I promise you great things to happen to this fanfic – my friend continues to give me inspiration everyday with the stories of his love life so, if I ever forget about what should happen next, all I have to do is ring him a call. LOL.
Oh, and this is an USUK fanfic set in an alternate universe. So, I hope you don't mind me having Alfred and Arthur trading ages (well, not really but you get the picture).
To the readers who're awaiting for my other fanfics to be updated, please be patient. The first semester has just ended and I intend to be writing updates for my fanfics during the next few weeks. Please be patient! I haven't given up on my Hetalia fanfics yet!
