"Britta?" asked the American, "Why are you and Francis...". He stared at the frazzled state of the brit, then at the Frenchman's face. Was that hate? Why the fuck is Iggy sprawled like that? Why did he think she looked so... NO, he thought, DO NOT THINK LIKE THAT ABOUT HER!

He could feel the blush rise to his face, "Uhm... I'll go if I'm interrupting..." said Alfred. He, a Hero(!), should respect his friends wishes, if nothing else.

He turned and left rather quickly, because a hero should not be seen crying.

A little time ago...

-(Alfred's pov flashback)-

He looked at the fragile Brit. He loved looking at that Englishwoman... With her blonde hair, her piercing, intelligent green eyes, and even her (extremely) bushy eyebrows... she was more then bea-

Then he came to his senses. "Britta! Lunchtime! Lunchtime~!" Alfred hollered. He pulled one of the infinite hamburgers, which he somehow always had, out of his bag, then readjusted the bomber jacket. His grandfather had given him this beauty! (It was from the REAL wars! And Principal Rome totally approved of it!). He almost dropped his glasses as the Brit began to speak. He looked over warily.

"No, Jinn! I'm not going to eat one of your poisoned apples." Iggy said to herself. Well, she said a buncha times that this 'Jinn' was one of her fairy friends, Alfred thought. Ah well. It's ok if she's crazy, as long as she's still cu-...

Don't think like that, he thought to himself. You can't think like that. You promised to protect Britta. To be her hero.

He was too lost in thought until he noticed the shadow that passed swiftly by him. "Well git, what are you just standing around for?" Britta said menacingly, "Let's go!"

They were, of course going to eat under the big oak. She said it made food taste better. He thought the shadows and light reflected off of her just perfectly...

-SMACK!-

He had to come back to his senses! He just realized that... wow. A huge figure was blocking the hallway in front of him.

"Hello comrade." Said a stupid-sounding voice, laced in a Russian accent. "You will join my club, da?" Alfred looked up to see a tall (how do people get that tall?) blondish man, that seemed more like an evil wall than a person. A strange dark aura was emanating from him, like a really bad feeling

He looked over at his companion, who seemed shaken up, and was quivering slightly. Alfred knew it must be the bad vibes! So he walked up to the man (Kid? He didn't think so.) and said in a loud, haughty voice, "Fuck off, Ivan!" So he took hold of Iggy's hand, and left. As he walked away, he saw four figures shivering just as badly as Britta was standing behind the guy. Except there was one that was a girl... and was that a knife?

"Al-Alfref-fred..." the Brit was stuttering behind his back, as he rescued her like the damsel in distress that she had been. He looked at her with his naive eyes, blue as the sky, and twice as deep. She was really red!

"Are you ok?" Alfred said, placing his forehead on hers. "IGGY! YOU'RE ON FIRE!" and before she could even think any protests, or act any further embarrassed, which she gladly would have, he started carrying her.

Princess style. Oh yeah.

He started toward the nurses office at a great speed. "ALFRED! PUT ME DOWN, YOU BLOODY IDIOT!" Iggy yelled. Wow, he thought. She's even redder than before! Mission accomplished!

So he put her back on the ground, knowing there was a part of him that did so grudgingly. She looked up at him all determined-like, then and said, "Alfred, I'm-"

"Bonjour mon amis!" came an annoying voice from behind Alfred.

He turned, saying with a mostly forked tongue, "Hello, Francis. Wonderful to see you today! Hahaha!" His heroic laughter was just barely hiding his embarrassment.

Francis then nonchalantly peeked behind Alfred, then exclaimed, "Ah! You have the Ms. Kirkland with you?" He looked into her eyes, then said "Vous semblez bel aujourd'hui!" he said, giving her a perverse look.

"Bloody frog!" she yelled. "You think I don't know when I'm being made fun of, even if it's not my language! Alfred!"

"Yes Iggy?" said Alfred, with a slight ray of hope in his voice that they'd be able to eat at last. His hamburger was getting stone cold.

She had a slightly defeated, or annoyed (most likely both) look on her face."I have to lecture this damn frog until he grows either some manners, or a healthy dose of respect, self or otherwise. Whichever comes first." He watched as Iggy grabbed Francis's tie, hauling him down the hallway.

The American shrugged.

"Whatever." He said aloud to himself. "I'll just go eat with Yao~!" Yao Wang was the big sister in a large family of Asians. There were a bunch of cousins who lived with her and Kiku, her little sister. Like that one that tried to grope Britta that one time, thought Alfred.

Ahhh... good times...

He was on his 3rd hamburger when he heard a scream from somewhere. "Britta!" he said a little too loudly.

'Shit', thought Alfred, 'Where is she now'...

-Exit flashback mode-

As she watched him turn and run, the Englishwoman glared at Francis with such intensity, that he almost left her alone.

Almost.

But then he leaned close to her, where she was still sitting on the ground, looking at the door. She looked up too late as she was swept up in one fell swoop by Francis. He pressed his lips to her in an attempt to show her how he felt.

He kissed her with all of the emotions he had welled inside of the deepest reaches of his soul from since he met her to this point in time.

Well, I felt kinda bad that the first story was so short and all, so I made this one longer. I'm not sure what direction exactly it's going in. If you read them consecutively, you'll see a difference in the writing styles. I write differently if I don't write all in one setting. Sorry for any confusion!

Yes. Francis is a victim of a one-sided love. It's his own fault! Poor Britta...

About the name: Brittania Arthur Kirkland

I didn't feel like putting too much effort into the name. I don't like the name Brittney, but Britta is fine. And it fits still. In case some of you can't picture what she looks like, she has:

-Green eyes.

-Slightly less but still bushy eyebrows.

-About somewhere between 48 inches and 55 inches tall.

-Sort of scrawny, as her male form is, but that's expected.

Anything else you want to know?

Reviews would make me very happy, and it would only take a moment of your time.

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Bleach-Drinking Hetalian out!

::Edit::
Dammit.. I kept using Iggy instead of Britta... so I replaced it.
I have a feeling changing it will come to bite me in the ass later. :T