AN: Hello, World! I have finally been convinced to upload something I've written.

Thank you, CloneD (you see what I did there? :D You should totally make that your Penname.) for being my beta, even though its technically not official.

Apologies in advance for any formatting errors. I've been working on the format alone for an hour now.

Note: For the song, Alfred is bolded, Iggy is italics, both is both.

Anyways, here's the first chapter. The song is Love Me Dead by Ludo, as you will clearly see later in the chapter.

Disclaimer – I can't sing and my drawing talent is minimal. I believe you can fill in the blanks…

"Hey, Artie!"

The Brit turned around at the sound of his new boyfriend's voice. "It's Arthur, you git," he said, though any annoyance in his voice was easily overlooked by the faint red tinting his pale face. The American slung his arm over Arthur's shoulders, oblivious to his slight discomfort. He wasn't weak, mind you, but Alfred wasn't aware of his own strength.

"Aww, why can't I call you Artie? I mean," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leant in, "we are dating now..."

Arthur ducked out from underneath his arm, turning away to hide his flushed face. "Not here, Alfred," he said while smoothing out his shirt.

The two had decided to keep their relationship a secret to avoid all of the drama that comes with it. Not to mention Alfred had a reputation as the quarter back of the football team. Arthur, on the other hand, wasn't well known, or rather, not as popular. He was just one if those straight-A, stick in the mud type students to most. He didn't like people prying into his life, so he'd rather not tell. As far as everyone else knew, the two were both single, and no one would question it.

"So I can call you Artie when no one's around?" Alfred asked, the usual grin plastered over his face.

"To be honest, I'd prefer if you wouldn't," he said irritably, "though I'm sure you'll do it regardless." He let out an exasperated sigh, though Alfred noticed the corner of his lips twitching up.

"Ha ha! I know you like it!" he said with that obnoxious laugh of his. "Anyway, here's your CD back," he said, handing it over. "Your British music was pretty awesome, but the war isn't over yet!" He procured another case out from the bag over his shoulder, shoving it towards the Brit. "Now you have to listen to something from MY country!"

Arthur took it, muttering under his breath about how all the music here sounds the same, though after he chewed Alfred out the other week over him complaining about his music before he even heard it, he couldn't really decline. "Fine, I'll give it a go, but don't hold your breath."

"Whatever you say, Arti-thur," Alfred corrected, trying to make a mental note of the change. "So, you wanna go hang out somewhere later? Surely you won't be too busy studying tonight."

Arthur's eye involuntarily twitched at Alfred's awful grammar, though he decided to let it slide this time. "If you want, we could. I do have some homework, and I'm sure you do too, so we should probably get that done first. After that, I'm free."

"Sounds awesome! I'll text you as soon as 'm done! Maybe we could go to the-"

A bell chimed in the distance, though class was already out for the day. Alfred, however, jumped and glanced at his watch. "Shit! Practice is starting. I forgot!" He quickly spun around and began sprinting down the hallway, leaving his boyfriend to smirk at him, shaking his head. As if he knew Arthur was finding this hilarious, he yelled out, "See ya later, Artie!" effectively wiping the smirk of his face.

"Git!" He called back, heading out in the opposite direction. "Why is it always a competition with you?" he muttered to himself. As he walked out, he looked at the CD in his hands. "Ludo. Huh, haven't heard of them. Maybe they'll actually be somewhat decent..."

Really, how could a song be that catchy? I mean, it's not a bad song, but I can't stop listening to it. Sure it's a little suggestive, okay really suggestive, but I don't hate it. In fact, it's pretty good...Dammit! He did this on purpose!

Arthur stood in the kitchen with his arms folded. Here was the one day he and Alfred had been waiting for for quite some time, and his brothers just decide to pop in for a visit. Without calling ahead. No warning. Now he was forced to stand back and "assist" his boyfriend while he cooked, without touching the food. Alfred didn't mind his cooking, in fact, he quite enjoyed it! It's not his fault his brothers are picky eaters, his food is just as good as Alfred's! They wouldn't even let him boil water! First they invade his house, and then start ordering him around! If Alfred hadn't stepped in, Arthur would have probably physically removed them from their house. Alfred didn't mind them being here, even if they did ruin his plans for the day. The two had only recently begun telling people, including their own families, that they were dating and had been for the past four years. Arthur's brothers had finally come to terms with the fact that he was hiding this from them for so long, and it didn't help that Alfred was a guy. Not that it really mattered to them, but it was still a little shock. Now Alfred was determined to make a good impression on them, no matter how many times Arthur told him it was unnecessary.

"Cheer up, Artie! It's really no big deal."

"They weren't supposed to be here. Why can't they just go home?"

"Because they want to see their younger brother, that's all," he said, ruffling the Brit's already unkempt hair, that same grin stuck to his face.

"They won't even let me help cook. Stupid gits."

Alfred laughed loudly. " 's okay, Artie. No big deal. Here," he said, reaching over to the radio on the wall. "Just relax and enjoy some good ol' American music!"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that's exactly how I wanted to spend the day..." He leant against the counter, a scowl stuck to his face.

Alfred turned it up louder when he found the station he was looking for, challenging the noise his boyfriend's brothers were making just outside the room.

"...And next is Ludo's Love Me Dead!"

Arthur froze. Alfred turned it up louder, resuming food preparation. Arthur caught him glancing over and cocked an eyebrow at him. "He'd better not be planning something..." he thought. Alfred smiled, singing along.

'Love me cancerously, like a salt-sore soaked in the sea.'

Arthur couldn't help it. He really couldn't. The song was just too catchy. He sang back.

'"High maintenance" means you're a gluttonous queen,

Narcissistic and mean. '

Alfred threw him a smirk, singing louder.

'Kill me romantically,'

Arthur threw one back, accepting his challenge.

'Fill my soul with vomit then ask me for a piece of gum.'

'Bitter and-'

' dumb,'

They joined together:

'~You're my sugarplum

You're awful, I love you...~'

Alfred seemed to forget about what he was supposed to be doing, turning to face Arthur.

'He moves through moonbeams slowly'

Arthur smirked, a blush rising to his face when Alfred sang "he" instead of "she".

'He knows just how to hold me'

'And when his edges soften,'

'His body is my coffin.'

'I know he drains me slowly'

'He wears me down to bones in bed...'

'~Must be the sign on my head, it says,
"Oh love me dead!" Love me dead~'

'You're a faith-healer on TV'

'You're an office park without any trees'

'Corporate and cold,'

' Gushing for gold-leave me alone.'

'You suck so passionately'

'You're a parasitic, psycho, filthy creature finger-bangin' my heart.'

'You call me up drunk, does the fun ever start?'

'~You're hideous...and sexy!~'

The two continued singing, easily overpowering the volume of the radio. Contrary to Arthur's expectations, he found he was quite enjoying himself.

'~Must be the sign on my head, it says,
"Oh love me dead!" Love me dead! Wow! Uh!~'

Alfred grabbed Arthur, dancing to the guitar break, before closing the gap.

'~Love me cancerously~'

'Brrrot-dot-da-da-da-da!'

They quickly separated from each other, except for an intertwined hand with which Alfred used to twirl Arthur around.

'Brrrot-dot-da-da-da-da!'

'How's your new boy? Does he know about me?'

'You've got the mark of the beast.'

'~You're born of a jackal! You're beautiful!~'

The two hadn't a care in the world. This was their day together, and no one could get in the way.

'~Wha' 'bout this sign on my head, it says, "Oh love me dead!"
Love me dead! Love me dead! Love me dead!~'

They spun around the kitchen together one last time as the song drew to a close.

'~Oh...love me dead!~'

On the last note, Alfred leant over, hanging Arthur half out of the kitchen in a dip, both too focused on each other to notice the looks Arthur's brothers were giving them.

AN: For those of you who don't know, a dip is an actual dance move. I wanted to make sure I called it the right thing so I looked it up. If you don't know what it looks like, Wikipedia it. There's a picture.

Thanks for reading! As the description says, I am making this a series. I'm working on chapter 2 as we speak, and kicking around a couple other ideas in my head, but I would love requests/suggestions. There's info on my profile about it, so you might want to check it out.

If you enjoyed reading this, send your thanks to CloneD, for talking me into uploading. (No, that's not her penname yet. She was in the process of getting an account last I heard. I just gotta talk her into making that her penname.)

I'm still if-y on the title, so if you come up with something better, feel free to share.

I also kindly ask that you review and give me your opinions.

~Awesomeness out.