A/N: Just a short story I thought up. I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia.


Arthur sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he stared at the pile of paperwork that he had to do. A distant crashing noise startled the Englishman, and the cause was soon revealed to him.

Alfred came walking into Arthur's study. "How's it going, Iggy?"

"First, I told you not to call me that. And second, how did you get into my bloody house?" Arthur looked at his friend with mild anger and annoyance.

"Well, your door was locked or something, so I used my awesome hero powers to bust it down! You could have been stuck in here!"

Arthur sighed. "I have locks for a /reason,/ you git. What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was bored. So I thought I'd come and annoy you!"

"I'd rather you not. I have a lot of work to be done," Arthur replied, gesturing to the stack of paper on his desk.

"Well what if you didn't have any work to be done? Could we hang out or something?" A mischievous look glinted in Alfred's eyes.

"Then, well, I guess that's fine," Arthur agreed.

And with that, the American knocked the entire stack of papers to the floor. "All gone."

"A-America!" Arthur sputtered. "Why in the bloody hell would you do that?"

"Because it was fun and now you don't have any work," the younger man replied, looking at the mess he made. A flash of color among the white and gray papers caught his attention. He picked it up, seeing it was a rather suspicious looking magazine. "How come you have this?"

Arthur's eyes widened and his face reddened. "That's mine!"

"Yeah, I figured," Alfred replied, flipping through the pages. "Wow, you actually look at this kind of stuff?"

"That's none of your business, you git!" the blond spat, reaching for the magazine. "Now give it back!"

"No way, dude." Alfred held it high above his head and waved it around. "It's mine now!"

Arthur reached for it again but failed. "America, give it back."

"I bet you look at this when you work, huh? No wonder you have so much left to do!" the American replied with a laugh.

Arthur blushed. "I do not!"

"Dude, it's fine."

"Well, still. I'd like it back now."

Alfred grinned. "That'll be twenty dollars."

"Why would I pay so much bleeding money over something like that?" Arthur reached for the magazine again.

Alfred laughed. "Then no magazine for Iggy."

Arthur blushed even more and looked away. "I really want it back though..."

Alfred looked at the Brit with mild amusement. He could be so cute sometimes. "Fine. Take it back," Alfred tossed it to the other man.

Arthur shut his eyes and hugged the magazine to his chest.

"It's nothing to be embarassed about," Alfred said.

"Well, I'd rather you not have known about it."

Alfred was silent for a second. "Hey, Iggy?"

A sigh came. "Yes, America?"

"Why do you need a cooking magazine in the first place?"