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Chapter 1: Fandom Rules

Arthur wouldn't say that love made any sense. He didn't go by a strict code of this had to be with that, but he felt that some people were naturally made for eachother. He couldn't understand how Feliciano and himself ended up being a couple. It was so odd and out of place. It was as if society had already assigned him an other half but something went wrong, oh so terribly wrong. He kept having a nagging feeling that him and Feliciano were meant for other people. He believed the others would berate them for going against the written rules of "the fandom."

The fandom was the all seeing God of love, it was like Cupid, it decided who would be together and who wouldn't be together. The fandom only discussed who would be together within itself. It was an unspoken rule but if you paid attention enough you could feel the cold eyes of the fandom bore into you the back of your head, judging you if you made a mistake with who you chose to be with. Now "the fandom" is common folklore and many didn't believe in it. Arthur did and often he felt they were breaking the rules. Being the tsundere that he was Arthur said their relationship was to be a secret. More of his own insecurities and self doubt than the "fandom's" rules.

Ludwig, Feliciano was quite fond of him, his gelled back hair and neat appearance with valleys of muscle lined upon his frame. He was authoritative, commanding and intimidating at first glance, cold and unfeeling, hard like a stone. His baby blue eyes and stoic face with chiseled jaw was the exact opposite of Feliciano's warm honey brown eyes and soft enthusiastic face. Feli expressed everything and was caring inside and out. He wondered what drawn such a pure angel to such a corrupt devil? He wasn't saying it to insult the German just curious on how opposites attract. Why didn't they work? Why aren't they a couple? He feels like they should be. It itches in the back of his skull. He sighs, he didn't feel like digging into the matter. Besides Ludwig was about to start the meeting.

Alfred was the first to discuss another one of his "brilliant" ideas. Since he knew his idea would be pointless he decided to tune out and just admire the man for a moment. The eccentric young 19 year old hadn't even made it out of college yet but somehow he was chosen for the job. He wasn't very good at creating ideas but he was good at arguing his point and making himself a "hero." He had others interests at heart only if they made him look good. He was loud and patriotic to his home country America. His sky blue eyes and bright smile were something to captivate the viewer. His slightly unruly, dirty blonde hair with that single strand that stuck straight up resembles the defiance the man has against anyone oppressing his or another's freedom. The American could be annoying at some times but adorable as well. Something had drawn him to him. Why he just had to interfere, why they hung out, but alas why didn't they work? He had an itch at the back of his skull again. Why didn't he and Alfred get together? He felt as though they should, complete opposites again. He was more tame and level headed than Alfred. Alfred didn't shelter his feelings— "Er–Would ya stop staring old man!" Arthur blinks realizing Alfred had stopped talking and the others had now turned their attention to him. Alfred looked a bit uncomfortable with red blush on his cheeks which caused him to blush realizing he was staring as he went off into a monologue about him.

"I'm not an old man! Plus your idea was stupid and I wouldn't put funding into it ever! You're a low life imbecile with no future planning and thinking skills!" Arthur stands up slamming his palms on the table gritting his teeth. Green eyes blazing with anger, at being caught, and at being insulted, he hated being vulnerable. Alfred's blush darkens and his eyes flash with hurt. The Englishman had never expressed his discontent so harshly before. Usually in a polite manner he would insult him. Alfred would say some conceded remark and return to his seat. It was always him and it was something they did. Arthur would nitpick at him and Alfred would pretend to not care like it didn't bruise his ego.

Alfred slowly swallows and goes back to his seat. Looking around at the solemn expressions on everyone's faces Arthur awkwardly sits back in his chair. Catching Feliciano's warm honey brown eyes worried for him, he buries his head into his hands and sighs heavily. He's messed up and he'll have to apologize, which agonized him. It was something he rarely did. All because of his curiosity, why the world works the way it does. He could see the disappointed look of Francis a few seats over.

The meeting was soon over and everyone was leaving. Feliciano chirped happily to Kiku and Ludwig, the trio usually walked home together. What surprised him though was when Feliciano parted from the two and was heading his way. He smiled and waved. They never had contact at meetings, choosing different friend circles. Also the fact that contact would lead to rumors, and rumors led to people actually finding out about them. While he internally panicked Feliciano had grabbed his hand. "Feliciano what are you doing?" His face flushed. Feliciano smiled wider. "I know you won't apologize on your own and if you do it'll be too late. So let's a go!" Off the pair went in direction of Alfred a distance away. Arthur huffing and puffing at the absurd statement made by the Italian. Stopping outside of the meeting door. "Alfred!~" Feli sang to get the man's attention. Alfred picked his head up in attention. Before Arthur could back out Feli pushed him inside and closed the door with a wink. "Eh!? Why you little–"

"Arthur?" "Oh … I wanted to… apologize for earlier." He says looking down. "Don't think of this as me caring about your feelings you idiot! I'm just doing my job as a gentleman." He says looking into the man's eyes now. "Oh no problem! The hero could never be hurt by petty words!" He cracks a wide egotistic smile. "That's great then. I'll be off." He turns to leave. "Hey wait! Um would you like to go out for lunch Saturday?" Arthur freezes, whipping around to see the American sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, with a blush on his cheeks. Did he just ask him out on a date? "As in courting?" "Uh I wouldn't call it a date. U-unless y-you want it to be." He looked so unsure while Arthur was in shock. What the bloody hell? One the American was gay. He seemed like the egotistical guy who could get any young lady he wanted. Two, he was actually interested in him! He couldn't form any words. Alfred sighed. "Before you reject me at least hear me out. I've liked you and I know it's a long shot, you do seem to hate me. I mean god you might not even be gay, but I can't help what I feel. At least give me a chance." "I can't." " Are you gonna do that friend zone thing? Because if you do, I can wait. I can wait for you to realize you lov—" "Just stop! I don't have any romantic interest in you." "But I can feel it, it's something in the air that screams we should be together." "This isn't some cheesy romance novel. Just because you think we should be together doesn't mean we should." "Eh I thought I'd give it a shot." "Good day Alfred." The sky outside is overcast. Thunder and lightning flashes in the sky, as its pours with rain.

He has upset the fandom and now he knows why.

I hope it's not too cringe inducing. I wrote this three years ago during my Angel Pair phase; I still think it's cute.

Criticism welcome.

Thank you for reading!