DISCLAIMER: Me nor HDZ own Hetalia. Why? Because it's amazing and we are poor. That's why.

A/N: Based on a roleplay with my old friend HalfDemonZahara. There was a lot more going on, but I edited it for sake of basing the fanfic off these two characters. Anyway, these ideas are not entirely mind and neither of us have been to France nor Britain, so… Rawr. This will be a relatively short fanfiction, but it was too much info to be a one shot. So, without further delay, the amazing shonen-ai-ness. Yay!

Chapter One

The cat festival, brought about by Italy, had been a big hit with the nations of the world. Even Alfred and Ludwig, whom had been tense with each other since WWII, where smiling with the other. Or, rather, laughing at each other's cat ears. Of course Alfred, having been best friends with Japan, had a much more elaborate set with matching ears, a tail, and over-sized neko paws. This got much of a laugh of most of the countries, especially when Alfred declared himself the hero of dropped something from his enormous paws.

Arthur, being Alfred's elder brother, was quite embarrassed. He furrowed his eyebrows when Alfred dropped yet another piece of cake onto the floor, to which, yet again, Ludwig called in his hounds to clean it up. It had gotten the the point were even the great hunting dogs were tired of cake. Sure, the first time he'd giggled a little, but now it was becoming ridiculous.

This is not what started the trouble, though. What did start the trouble was when Mattie, ignoring his elder English-speaking brothers, pulled out a laptop and logged onto the Internet. Immediately he went to the address bar and typed up the name of the ever famous video web sight that he'd fallen in love with recently. He was surprised when he was praised not once, but three times for playing music from his laptop. He smiled as each of his elder brothers and Francis came up and praised him in slightly different ways.

"Dude, awesome!" and a high-five and Mattie shyly gave to his middle brother with a shy smile.

"Good plan, little brother," and a ruffle through Mattie's soft hair as Arthur cooed softly.

"It really sets the mood," said Francis, as he patted Mattie easily on the shoulder. His smile was bright, but his voice seemed almost strained. Mattie payed it little mind, having liked being praised so much in one day.

Upon being encouraged as such, the country clicked related video after related video, music videos, fan made things and simple animations. Eventually the party died down. Ludwig was the first to leave, nearly dragging a saddened Italy with him as he left. Japan was next to follow, saying simply that he had things to do and that he could always go to a cat festival later in his own home. Other nations began to leave, too, much to the relief of those whom were hosting.

Though it was originally Italy's idea, Alfred was the first loud supporter. Having his little brother right next door, he was happy to volunteer his house as host for the festivities. By the time things had died down properly, there was only Alfred, Mattie, Arthur and Francis. Nobody dared leave Alfred (and his alien) alone for too long, especially not with cleaning or serious house work considering how destructive he could be. Mattie was quite leisurely and took on big, slow projects while Arthur concentrated on the smaller, more OCD-centered things, occasionally saying hello to Flying Mint Bunny or Uni the unicorn.

When, at long last, the worst of the messes seemed over, Arthur helped himself to the newly cleared sofa and rested his head easily on a cushion. Alfred took Toby to bed and, in his absence, the fat jokes started.

"I really worry about his health, sometimes," said Arthur softly, running fingers easily through his hair. Despite the brothers' teasing, they really were compassionate about the others' well beings.

"Pft," said Francis as Mattie clicked a new video on his laptop that he had returned to. "He's so fat, he sweats burger grease!"

The British Empire grimaced at the thought, but couldn't help but to give a little smile at the comment. He wondered how long it had taken Francis to come up with such a sentence, but quickly waved away the thought. "He really should exercise more, at the very least,"

"Has he tried the French method? We consider 'getting it on' a healthy and stimulating aerobic exercise and," but the nation never quite finished his thought as Arthur cut him off.

"Francis! That's my little brother, there!"

"Francis...?"

The older countries looked at Mattie in the corner with curiosity. From across the house they could hear Alfred coming down the stairs again.

"When... Was this?"

Francis shifted and moved over behind Mattie to see the video, almost immediately smiling. Alfred, feeling left out upon entering the room, rushed over to see what was going on. Francis half-heartedly pushed him away, but of course Alfred returned. Eventually even Arthur sighed and joined in the little group around the laptop.

Immediately a pair of girls' panties flashed across the screen. Francis was showing them off proudly to the camera, displaying the print of the British flag. On the back it clearly read in black letters, 'EUROPE'S BITCH.'

All heads turned to Arthur, who was blushing. Francis was chuckling. "Oh, that was a while ago" Francis said at last, but quickly turned his face back to the blondest nation with a bright smile and a wink. "But I still have them, Arthur, if you want them back."

"Keep them, they're not mine!" the country proclaimed with a slight hint of pride. "And really, I don't care who's they are!"

The two younger countries looked mortified as Francis continued to smirk. Mattie looked extremely bashful and changed videos, deleting his laptop's history as he did so. He wanted to shut the computer, but knew then that he would have to awkwardly go home and leave Alfred to the pair. Really, not even Mattie wanted to let his brothers fight.

"Oh, on the contrary," Francis said as he chuckled, pulling away from the laptop as he was no longer interested. As Arthur did the same, they were drawn towards the other in a face-to-face confrontation. "Who else would dare to wear them? Though, they are quite fashionable."

Arthur couldn't help but to blush a little, his checks turning a light shade of pink. "Maybe you would," the country jested, purposefully trying to poke some fun back at Francis. The two had never really gotten along too well, but there were no wars going on and Arthur had been a big help in liberating Francis from Ludwig during WWII. Since then, the two had gotten into far fewer fights. "After all, you've always been a rather weak nation,"

Francis laughed, making Alfred's stomach turn uncomfortably. "No, no. For a nation that knows everything like you claim, you're quite stupid. I would never be the bitch in that situation. Besides, those are not my style underwear,"

"Let me guess," Arthur said as a smile touched his lips. "A blue white and red thong?"

"Exactly, Angleterre,"

Silence filled the room, an awkward pause being drug out over the room until another nation entered, making the other four jump. They had been sure Russia had left the festivities long ago, but now he turned the corner as if wondering why it had gotten so quiet. "Er, I leave now, da?"

Arthur blushed a little, but said nothing. He fidgeted nervously when Russia made a beeline for him. He stuttered, but couldn't say anything.

Russia, of course, seemed unaware of the awkward tension in the room and the tension his presence was making. "Oh, I almost forgot. You summoned me from floor, we were friends now, Arthur, da?"

"Oh, yeah!" said Arthur as he stood a little taller, Russia backing away from him. He didn't think Russia would think much of being summoned from a Witch's Eye, but if they were friends, that meant no wars, right? Because really, he wouldn't know if he could bare being attacked by a country that covered six time zones. "Yes, Russia, we're friends now."

All four countries sighed with relief that Russia wasn't going to kill them, then again when he left the room. Arthur, in his shook, collapsed back on Alfred's sofa. His relaxation was quickly diverted when he felt Francis's eyes on him, though. "And what are you looking at?"

Francis looked very excited, an enthusiastic smile spread across his features. "You get to summon Russia? Angleterre, you get around more than I thought you did. I never would have thought you would come on top in such a situation..."

Arthur stared, confused. "Of course I get around!" This caused Francis to raise an eyebrow in curiosity. "I mean, I have cars and highways, right?"

"Angleterre," Francis said, his face falling a little in disappointment. "That's not what I meant and you know it."

Arthur blushed a little. Leave it to Francis to always draw unsanitary conclusions. The nation didn't have the heart, however, to disappoint Francis more by explaining the misunderstanding. Luckily, he turned from Arthur quickly and seemed to forget about the issue.

"On that note," said Mattie awkwardly, shutting his laptop and getting up to leave. "I think I'll be going to home feed my bear. And, Alfred? I'm right next door, you know,"

"Of course I know, I'm the hero!"

"I think I should be getting home, too, Alfred," Arthur said as he stood, and Francis nodded in agreement. Mattie was already home when Alfred, trying to be a good host for a few more moments, walked the other nations out and lead them down the lawn. He was turning back from the nations with his last good-byes, glad to be alone for a while now.

Francis and Arthur walked together for a while, glad of each other's company for the long walk back to Europe. Arthur sighed, glad to be away from his little brothers again. His relaxation, however, was quickly cut short by Francis again.

"Seriously, though," the nation said as he tossed his long hair over a shoulder. He reached into his pants pocket and withdrew a small British flag. "I keep them on me at all times for good luck," With this, Francis proceeded to show the other nation the panties that he held.

"You bloody wanker!" Arthur proclaimed as softly as he could. "I've only been to your house, like, twice, and I've already told you that I don't wear panties!"

Francis laughed, and Arthur had enough. With a snarl, he snatched the underwear and made to shove them back in Francis's pocket. He missed and instead of finding his hand, still clutching the panties, inside Francis's pocket, it was inside his pants.

"Oh," said Francis knowingly as he felt Arthur's hand brush against his nation's capitol. "Angleterre, you do get around a lot,"

Arthur recoiled and immediately withdrew, shaking his hand as if it would rid him of touching. He stared at his hand in horror. It didn't matter how small the touch was, the fact was that he'd touched it. God only knows what it had touched before and how it was on him.

"UNCLEAN!" Arthur proclaimed, holding his hand away from him as if to keep the touch at bay. With his 'clean' hand, he gripped his forearm is if to stop a disease from consuming more of hi body. "I've been touched, contaminated!"

"Jeez," said Francis, shifting a little. "It's just a penis. You have one, too, you know."

Alfred, upon having heard his brother's outburst from his lawn, had refused to let him come in side. He was contaminated, after all. Instead, the younger nation took Arthur aside and washed his hands with the water from his garden hose. Arthur, having not been satisfied with this, then proceeded to wash his arms, then his face chest... By the time the nation was satisfied with being clean, he was soaked to the bone. His clothes clinging to him for life, making them dreadfully uncomfortable. Of course, the hero being what he was, then refused his brother's entry because he was soaking wet and didn't want him dripping over anything after just cleaning up the house. Arthur, in all honestly, didn't blame Alfred for not letting him in. Alfred, in all honestly, didn't blame Arthur for washing off his entire body after brushing against Francis's capitol.

Arthur again began to walk towards Europe, muttering swears about Francis nearly all the way. Speaking of the devil, the pair ran into each other at the end of Alfred's lawn. As it turned out, the nation had pitied Arthur enough to wait for him. "I'm sorry, Angleterre,"

"Don't mention it." Arthur said as he turned to the other nation, fire hot in his green eyes. "Seriously, don't."

Francis couldn't help but to smile, but he quickly resumed his apology. "You know, we could get to my house faster than yours. You're welcome to come and wash up there." He gave Arthur a serious, but inquisitive look. "I would feel guilty if you walked all the way home like that."

Arthur mumbled a little, considering the thought. After a moment, he slightly changed to a more southern direction and muttered, "Fine. I'll wash up at your place, but I won't stay long."

"Of course not," Francis said, fidgeting a little as he began to lead the way to his estate.

A/N: Angleterre is "England" in French. Do you know how long that took me to find? Anywho, there's chapter one. Stay tuned for shounen-ai goodness.