Arthur always thought of himself as just a normal Englishman; he enjoyed teas, reading, watching TV, and spending time with his goofy, yet lovable, boyfriend. He was at peace with his life. He had plenty of free time, since he was currently unemployed and halfheartedly job hunting. A job wasn't really necessary so it wasn't a problem. He was previously employed at a bar, but it was bought out and all the employees were replaced.

Alfred, his boyfriend, had a job. Al insisted that Arthur didn't need a job. Alfred was the hero after all, he wanted to be the one to take care of Arthur. He didn't mind though, having a boyfriend who wants you to be a stay at home lover makes it all the easier to relax and work on his cooking. Most importantly, it gave him much more time to think about his future with Alfred. It made his heart giddy.

Although, Alfred was often an asshole. Arthur tended to play off Al's behavior as if it was nothing since he understood that he, himself, wasn't perfect. He, too, could be dramatic at times, so how could he possibly judge Alfred for his own childish cruelty?

It hurt sometimes though. Alfred's teasing would go too far sometimes, or he would forget his own strength. Al would often become extremely distant for long periods of time for seemingly no reason, leaving Arthur wondering what he did wrong. Sometimes Arthur would play along, other times he was unable to hold back the pain and would lash out.

Both men were flawed in their own way, but despite that Arthur always tried his best, to be a better person, to deal with his feelings in a healthy way, to not hold Alfred's more mean actions against him. Arthur loved him deeply and was willing to set his entire self on the back-burner in order to make Alfred happy. He always kept in mind that his lover had the personality of a child, and that he, too, wasn't perfect.

Arthur just returned from the store, many grocery bags in his arms. He was in a good mood since his cooking classes seemed to be paying off. His teacher told him that morning that he has improved so much so that his food no longer causes nausea, and his classmates now said that his meals were edible. Arthur was so excited he took a half day from class and went to the store after class to get ingredients to show Alfred his new skills so they could stop eating nothing but take-out and McRonald's.

With a grin on his face, Arthur opened the front door. It was difficult with the bags but he wanted to surprise Alfred, since he was supposed to be at work. The door opened not to an empty home though, but to a heinous sight. The song in his heart seemed to be scratch, and the skip in his step turned into a, metaphorical, face-plant.

There, in the very visible living room, on the couch, was Alfred, and their mutaul friend Kiku. Arthur's jaw dropped seeing the two people he cared for most betraying him, in his home, on his couch, with each other. The people he trusted most so easily went behind his back, and this is how he found out, opening the door on the best day of his life to find them having sex.

This couldn't be real, could it? This was the best day of his life, or it was.

It was a painful sight for Arthur. They hadn't noticed him yet, they just continued their affair so easily. The room was filled with the scent of sweat and lewd noises. Right there on the couch that they shared so much life on. Slowly, all of Arthur's memories began to be tinted with a bittersweet filter.

In his shock, Arthur dropped the bags he was holding. The noise didn't seem to get their attention. After a few more moments Arthur regained his ability to move, slamming the door behind him. He took several hard steps forward, tears of anger and pain beginning to form and fall. This got their attention.

Alfred, with shame in his eyes, jumped up and tried to cover himself with his hands.

"Artie," Alfred stammered, "I know this looks bad, and you're right! It's pretty bad, but, but, I mean, we should talk about it, y'know? It was, uh, an accident, we can work through this, please babe!"

"An accident?" Arthur's voice cracked, "What you tripped and you found yourself inside Kiku? You just thought, 'Oh well it happened let's keep going"? You expect me to believe that?"

"A- Arthur-"

"No you know what you were doing?! You were having a good fuck! You were having sex, Alfred! How is this an accident?! How long has this been happening?!"

Both Alfred and Kiku hung their heads. It was obvious it was happening for awhile at this point. It disgusted him. If Arthur never walked in on them, how long would this have gone on before the truth came out? The thought of this made Arthur feel even worse.

Against all his instincts, Arthur used calm movements to to turn around and leave. No stomping, no door slamming, no more screaming. He just wanted to leave. He would leave it all behind, there was nothing Arthur wanted from this now hollow shell of a 'home'. It was all just material stuff, stuff that could be replaced.

As Arthur opened the door Kiku, who had not yet spoken finally decided to speak. In a quiet voice he began, "A- Arthur… I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I- This isn't how I saw myself being, and I- I just- I'm sorry..."

It pained Arthur to hear pain in Kiku's usually monotone voice, he simultaneously could not spare any pity for them. Some half baked apology could never bring him down from the anger he felt. How could they stand there, naked, acting like they were victims simply because they got caught. Disgusting.

"No," Arthur could hear his voice rising in volume, "I'm done with this. How can you expect forgiveness after this? Not how you saw yourself, HA! I want nothing to do with either of you. Forget friendship and love, I'm so done with all of this, just fucking choke on each other's dicks for all I care."

With that out of him, Arthur left. With all the strength he could muster, he strode away, shoulders back, strong confident strides, and held the tears back best he could.

There was only one person he knew who he believed he could trust in this moment, despite them having left each other on bad terms. The closer Arthur got to his house the weaker his once confident steps became. It had been a long time since he had waled this path, since he last saw his stepbrother.

Ian, his stepbrother, was the only person that he never felt shamed to cry on front of, and might have been the only person he cried on front of had he not cried just that day out of painful shock. He didn't really trust his deepest emotions to his other family, or the few friends he had left. He simply didn't want to burden them then get teased for feeling what was natural, his emotions.

Arthur reached his brother's door but immediately began to think he should leave. He hadn't seen his brother in years, why would he even want to see him after all this time. After the fight they had so long ago. He genuinely considered leaving and going to just try and start life over elsewhere. He knew he couldn't though. How would Arthur even begin to do that. Nowhere to stay, no money, no belongings, and no support.

With a shaky breath and trembling hand, Arthur rang the doorbell. Ian opened the door and Arthur couldn't hold in his feelings any longer and they all spilled out.

Note: I really don't like Hetalia anymore in the slightest but I felt uneasy just leaving my stories unfinished. I've decided to pick them back up but my writing is different now so they're getting a makeover.