Disclaimer : I do not own Hetalia or its characters.


"It's not like that, you git!"

Alfred pouted at the scold and scrunched his eyebrows. "What did I do wrong this time?" He sneered as he glared at the other blond sitting opposite him.

"You were not 'acting'; you merely read the lines as they are," Arthur critiqued the pouting blond as he read the pages of the script he held in his hand. His majestic eyebrows mashed together into a frown. "If you want to be the lead in the play, you have to act well. Otherwise, you might as well just drop your role."

"Not gonna happen," Alfred stuck his tongue out at the Brit.

"Well then prove me that you're qualified for this role. Don't just whine like a little baby," Arthur snapped irritably as he flipped through the script. "I made this script, and I will not allow you ruin it by your disturbingly awful acting. Seriously, I don't get why Kiku chose you as the lead..."

"That's," Alfred snapped at Arthur. "Because I'm the mighty hero; so shut up, old man."

"Yes, whatever," Arthur waved his hand absentmindedly at the bespectacled blond that was now pouting childishly for being ignored. "Now, let's try act 3, page 11, the line where the main lead flirted with the female lead."

"Okay, fine," Alfred held his chin high as he scrambled with his all wrinkled script.

As the energetic blond scrunched his eyes to read the lines, Arthur stared absentmindedly at him. The school festival was coming, and their class was supposed to perform a drama in front of the whole school. As the best writer in the class, of course, he landed himself a job as the script writer. Kiku, on the other hand, had managed to get the job as the director. Alfred, being a proud, show-offing brat, of course demanded that he got the main lead, and somehow Kiku had given him the role.

The story, as it turned out, was a romance story about two young lovers and their struggle to be together. As the writer, Arthur demanded that Alfred must be able to perfectly recite his lines in a slightly poetic air. However, knowing how the boisterous teenager is, Alfred had so far managed to make Arthur unimpressed and irritated by the lack of emotion in his readings.

"'Even if the world shall break us apart, my love for you will never depart, o' my love!'"

Alfred's voice broke Arthur from his train of thought, bringing him back to the windy rooftop. The school bell chimed vaguely in the distant, indicating that it was time to go home. Arthur looked at his watch; it was 6 pm already. He needed to go home straightaway, but he couldn't just leave the stupid American alone with his horrible acting. He would not let those romantically lovely lines he made day and night wasted. He'd rather tear them up and burn them with his own hands rather than let them destroyed by the completely insensitive and unromantic blond sitting now in front of him.

"'Why won't you believe me, o' dear love? What will it take to-'"

Okay, that is enough.

"That is not how I want my script to be performed, you git!" Arthur cut across Alfred's monologue as he frowned deeply. The maddeningly clueless American merely scratched his nose rather sheepishly at the Brit's sudden outburst.

"Then... How? You merely criticized me ever since we started practising two hours ago, but you didn't give me any advice on how to improve myself!" Alfred frowned as he whined continuously. Arthur cocked his eyebrows at the American's unashamed display of childishness.

"You want me to demonstrate to you how it should be done?" Arthur offered, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he brushed a strand of hair off his face.

"Wha-?"

Immediately, Arthur stood up and pulled Alfred up from his sitting position. He laughed at the blond's confused face as his lips broke into a smile. Around them, the warm summer wind blew playfully; ruffling and messing their hair into a mess. The school bell was still chiming loudly in the distance and hundreds of birds flew through the deserted rooftop of the now empty school building.

Smiling gently, Arthur took Alfred's bigger hand in his and put it on his chest, right where his heart was. "'When I was asleep, you was the only thing that came through my mind'," Arthur recited in his soft voice. Alfred's eyes widened in surprise and his cheeks blushed slightly.

"'Even if the world shall break us apart...'"

Arthur held Alfred's hand and slowly kissed his fingers softly, earning a furious blush on the said American's cheeks.

"'My love for you will never depart...'"

"A- Arthur...?" Alfred whispered hoarsely, but the Englishman continued his words, strong and unwavering as his emerald eyes bore into baby blue ones.

"'O' my love...'"

Alfred's eyes bulged behind his glasses, and his face grew redder than ever. You could literally see steam oozing from those blushing cheeks. "Wha- Uhh, I mean..." Alfred stuttered wildly, averting his eyes from Arthur's serious expression. "What am I thinking? This is only a stupid line! It's nothing but mere lies! Then why do I feel so disappointed..?" Alfred thought furiously, trying to make the stupid blush disappear.

Almost as if he read through Alfred's mind, Arthur continued and recited, "'Why won't you believe me, o' dear love? What will it take to earn your love, your affection?'"

And suddenly, to Alfred's surprise, Arthur sneaked a hand around his waist and pulled him down on his back slightly. Despite being the bigger of the two, Arthur's arm steadily held Alfred's body as he leant over the confused and slightly terrified blond.

"I wonder what it will take for you... to love me?" Arthur whispered as his deep emerald eyes bore into Alfred's. His hot breath blew over Alfred's nose; smelling strongly of earl gray tea and a weird smell that reminded Alfred of sunshine and salt water. Alfred involuntarily opened his lips and breathed raggedly as his eyes averted to Arthur's face that hovered tauntingly over the American's blushing face.

All around them, darkness started to fall; the sun set in the distance, casting gold and red gleams all over the windy rooftop. The birds flew carelessly above them, not caring about the two humans in awkward positions on the usually deserted rooftop.

Arthur's eyes continued to bore into Alfred's; a strange expression playing on his features. It was almost as if... He didn't quite know what to do; like he was trying to hold himself together. But then the strange expression disappeared as if a cloak covered his true emotions behind its shade. A sarcastic grin spread across the Brit's face.

"Do you really think that I'm going to kiss you?" Arthur smirked as he let his hands go; causing Alfred to crash straight on the hard floor.

"Ow! Damnit Arthur, why did you let go like that!" Alfred yelled as he rubbed his sore back. His face was still blushing, and he tried averting his eyes from the Brit standing in front of him. If only he saw the look in Arthur's face, he will see a hint of regret in the Brit's usually frowning features.

After a few minutes of awkward and uncomfortable silence, finally Arthur broke the heavy atmosphere and said, "Well, I'd better get home now."

"Wha- What about the acting..?" Alfred gaped like a moron, still refusing to look at the other blond that was packing his bag and his copy of script.

"We can continue that tomorrow. I'm off now," he mumbled incoherently as he slung his backpack over his shoulder. "Good bye, Alfred."

The blond stormed off the rooftop, leaving the door leading inside the school opened behind his back. Leaving the now extremely distraught and confused American alone, still sitting on the dark rooftop. Rays of sunlight are still visible in the evening sky, and soft breeze blew, cooling down the blond's flaming cheeks.

"I'd better get home too..." he mumbled as he dragged his feet to the door. What he failed to notice, however, was a certain Japanese boy eyeing him from the warehouse located beside the door. The warehouse had a small window that had a view of the whole rooftop, and a person could easily spy on anybody who happened to be there through the windows.

Kiku Honda smirked as he held his digital camera up. His eyes glimmered in a dangerously perverted way as he narrowed his eyes on one particular photo stored in the camera.

"I believe I must change the female lead..." he whispered to himself; a creepy smile crept over his lips.


A/N : This is rather horrible... I know. Anyway, please review! ;A; I was thinking to continue this, but after seeing the horrible result, I decided to just cut the idea. -_-