A/N: Hey! So this is my first fanfic ever and it's AU! Sorry if I made the characters OOC but I really tried not to. Please read and enjoy! Flamers not welcome!

Pairings: USUK, small FraSey

Warnings: Shonen-ai (don't like don't read!) and a few curse words

Disclaimer: Axis Powers Hetalia does not belong to me and never will *sad face*

Misunderstandings

(A/N: Sorry I suck at coming up with titles DX)

Arthur Kirkland had a bit of a problem and that was that he was deeply in love with his best friend who happened to be a dude. Who also happened to be straight. He had realized his feelings for a certain Alfred F. Jones the beginning of their junior year in Hetalia High and they had only grown stronger as the year passed by. Now, it was summer and Arthur had still been unable to express how he felt, which was not completely his fault. Alfred had begun to distance himself from Arthur in the beginnings of September, one month after they had started school and Arthur didn't know why. He thought he'd been pretty good at hiding his feelings but perhaps Alfred had figured it out and was disgusted by him. Arthur tried to convince himself that this was not the case as Alfred was an oblivious fool who could not read the atmosphere to save his life. In fact, he thought 'The Atmosphere' was a book and he had even tried to find it in the library to see why everyone was always complaining about him not reading it.

Arthur had been friends with Alfred since they were seven after he had moved from England to America after his father had gotten a great job offer he couldn't refuse. While his family had been ecstatic to move to a whole other country, Arthur had been miserable and he made a point to show that after they had moved to the U.S. At first, he made it a point to avoid talking to anyone who did not have an English accent and it was that which had caught Alfred's attention. Much to the British boy's chagrin, little Alfred followed him around trying to get him to talk until Arthur finally gave in and spoke, calling him a 'bloody git'. After that, Alfred was somehow able to convince Arthur to play and the two started to grow closer after that. Because of their closeness, Arthur and knew pretty much everything about Alfred including his flaws. He was loud, showy, had a bit of a hero complex and his ego was bigger than Texas but still Arthur loved him. He loved him very much and it sucked to know that Alfred would never feel the same.

These were the thoughts that pierced Arthur's mind as he prepared for school on particular Thursday morning in May. He ran a brush through his messy blonde hair knowing it wouldn't help much. Then after making sure the bathroom door was locked he took out a small thin comb and ran it through his bushy eyebrows. People at school, including Alfred, had always teased him for having such fuzzy brows but Arthur was fond of them and had never once considered plucking them off. Once he was done, he straightened his shirt and opened the door. His little 13-year-old brother Peter pushed past him, unzipping his pants.

"Took you long enough jerk!" Peter grumbled as he shut the door behind Arthur.

"Little wanker. No need to be so rude," Arthur retorted in a slight English accent. Even after living in America for the past few years, Arthur had refused to let his accent fade away, refusing to let himself become as Americanized as his family. He didn't have anything against America or Americans in general; he simply preferred his British heritage a lot more.

Forty minutes later, Arthur found himself shuffling through Hetalia High's crowded hallways, making his way to his locker, which was currently being occupied by some classmates of his. Francis, a French boy with long blonde hair had Michelle (1*), a dark skinned girl with long pigtails leaning against Arthur's locker as they made out, oblivious to the blonde glaring at them.

"Move out of the way frog, you're in the way," Arthur snapped, causing Francis to jump in surprise. He glared at Arthur then smirked.

"What's wrong mon ami? Are you jealous?" he laughed. Francis was the only one who knew about Arthur's sexual preference much to Arthur's horror but surprisingly, he had not told anyone what he'd found out at the Christmas party where a drunken Arthur had decided to confide in him.

"As if," Arthur shuddered. "Move. I have to put my things away." Michelle apologized and led Francis away, probably to a more secluded area. Arthur sighed and opened his locker, accidentally causing a pile of books to come falling out. "Shit." He shook his head and bent down to pick them up, hitting his head against someone else's.

"Sorry," he muttered rubbing his head.

"It's okay," a familiar voice said and Arthur looked to see a boy with dark blonde hair and glasses staring at him with a little smile on his face. For a second, Arthur thought he was staring at Alfred but then he noticed the other boy had dark blue eyes that were almost violet and a curly strand of hair on the side rather than a spiky strand of hair on the center of his forehead.

"Oh, hello Matthew," Arthur said, disappointment seeping through his voice. Matthew pretended not to notice. Instead, he bent down to Arthur's level and started to pick up some of the fallen books. "Ah, you don't have to help me."

"It's fine. I don't mind," Matthew smiled. "So how've you been? You never come to our house anymore."

"I've been busy," Arthur replied shortly, taking some books back from Matthew and stuffing them into his already crowded locker. He made a mental note to return the books to the library after school.

"Well when you have some free time you should come over. I need some help dealing with my cousin. He never listens to me when I tell him not to do something stupid," Matthew rolled his eyes at the mention of Alfred.

"I'll try," Arthur mumbled, knowing Alfred probably didn't want him around.

"Great," Matthew smiled as he handed Arthur the last of his books. "Anyway, I've got to go. I have a hockey team meeting to get to. See you around!" And then, Arthur was alone again.

The day passed by incredibly slowly for Arthur. He shared three classes with Alfred, all of which were excruciatingly painful for him. In each of those classes, Alfred made it a point to sit on the opposite side of wherever Arthur was and to avoid looking at him at all costs. At the moment, they were in their last class of the day, History, which Arthur was grateful for, even though this was the class that felt the longest since Alfred was in it. He had spent most of the period doodling on his notebook, which was unusual for him since he always tried to pay attention in class, but now that summer vacation was getting closer and the weather getting warmer, he couldn't help feeling a little lethargic. At the mention of the word project however, Arthur looked up.

"I want you to pick any important event in history and plan a presentation on it as a way to see how much you have all learned. I will be assigning you partners and this project will be a part of your final grade," Arthur's teacher, an Austrian named Mr. Edelstein said. Several people groaned and Arthur looked around hoping to get a suitable partner. Francis, who was also in the class, looked at Arthur and grinned, Arthur glared and shook his head. He truly hoped he didn't get the frog as his partner. Mr. Edelstein went through a list assigning students to each other. Francis was paired up with a Russian boy named Ivan Braginski and he tried not to look scared. Ivan simply smiled his violet eyes gleaming. Finally, Mr. Edelstein got to Arthur.

"Arthur, your partner will be Mr. Jones," he said, before moving on to the others. Arthur felt his stomach clench. He'd forgotten about the fact that he could get paired up with Alfred. He sneaked a quick peek at Alfred who he noticed was glaring down at his notebook with a red face and had his fists clenched. Arthur looked down at his own notebook in dread. Why did Alfred hate him so much?

"All right class, I am going to give you the rest of the class period, which is five minutes, to discuss what event you want to work on with your partner," Mr. Edelstein sat behind his desk and watched the students move around to get to their partners. Arthur glanced at Alfred who had made no attempt to leave his seat; meaning Arthur had to go to him. He stood up and slowly made his way across the room.

"H-hey," Arthur said weakly and Alfred finally looked at him, his sky blue eyes partially hidden behind the light bouncing off his glasses.

"I want to work on something having to do with the American Revolution," Alfred said, hinting that this was not a suggestion.

"All right, I suppose," Arthur frowned. He had wanted to focus on World War 2 but he didn't want to argue with his erstwhile friend. "We could make a presentation representing both views of the Revolution. I could represent the British and you could represent the American colonists. When do you want to meet up to work on the project?"

"I have time tomorrow since football practice is cancelled. The sooner we get this over with the better," Alfred answered, his expression unreadable.

"Fine," Arthur said sharply, angry that Alfred was being so cold to him. "Come to my house at 4pm tomorrow. And don't be late." Alfred nodded as the bell rang and Arthur hurried back to his desk to put his things away and to get the hell out of the classroom.

…..

After school ended the next day, Arthur rushed home to prepare for Alfred's arrival. Once he was sure that his older brothers* wouldn't be around to pester him and that Peter would be busy with a friend, he was able to relax a bit.

Finally it was 4 but Alfred had yet to show up. Arthur sighed. Alfred was never on time for anything. At 4:30 he finally showed up looking unapologetic.

"About time you showed up," Arthur didn't hide his annoyance.

"I was showing Kiku my new video game," Alfred replied, making his way into the living room where Peter and his friend Raivis were playing some war game on Peter's Xbox.

"Ah cool! Are you guys playing the new Call of Duty game?" Alfred asked excitedly making his way to the two younger boys.

"Yup!" Peter said proudly. "Want to play with us?"

"Hell yeah," Alfred grinned and Arthur groaned.

"Sorry, but Alfred has to help me work on a project," he said irritably. Alfred glared at him. "Let's go upstairs, I have some books for us to read up there." Alfred followed Arthur upstairs where they ran into Arthur's mother, Alice Kirkland.

"Hello Alfred! I haven't seen you here in a long time," she smiled at the two boys. "I was afraid you and Artie had had a falling out but I'm glad to see you're still good friends." Arthur's face flushed and Alfred looked down at his feet mumbling unintelligibly. She ruffled Arthur's hair and then made her way down into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

The two boys were silent as they entered Arthur's room. Piles of American history books were on the floor and Arthur joined them on the ground. He picked one up and looked at Alfred who was still standing up looking a little uncertain about something.

"You can sit on the bed if you'd like," Arthur muttered as he pored through one of the textbooks. Alfred nodded wordlessly, picked up a book and sat on the edge of the bed. They were both silent, letting the tension get heavier and heavier and Arthur wished he could be anywhere else or that he'd gotten someone else as a partner. The only noise that could be heard was the scribbling of pen on paper for the next thirty minutes. Arthur sucked on his pen as he glared down at the notes he had written down. He didn't understand why the American colonists wouldn't pay their taxes. It was for the good of the kingdom was it not? He shook his head; he was getting far too interested in this little project. He nibbled at his pen and nearly shoved it in his mouth when Alfred suddenly jumped up looking red faced and flustered.

"Ouch! You git! What did you do that for?" Arthur snapped dropping the pen on the ground.

"I have to go," Alfred muttered, starting to pack his things up.

"Why? We've only been working on this for a half hour and you barely have anything written down! You better not expect me to do all the work," Arthur said angrily.

"I'll work on the project some more when I get home. Right now I gotta get out of here," Alfred replied looking at anything but Arthur. Arthur flinched at the way Alfred said that last part.

As Alfred made his way to the bedroom door, Arthur couldn't help but speak.

"Why do you hate me?" he asked quietly, from his spot on the ground. Alfred paused, turning slowly to face Arthur.

"W-what?" he stuttered uncharacteristically.

"We...we were fine one day and the next you started acting as though I didn't exist," Arthur said, angry and relieved to be speaking his thoughts. "That fucking hurt Alfred."

"You think I hate you?" the other boy asked looking shocked. Arthur didn't answer; instead he chose to sit on his bed and put his head in his hands. He should have just kept quiet.

"Arthur. Look at me," Alfred said in serious tone Arthur had never heard him use before. He looked up and saw Alfred standing in front of him red-faced. "I don't hate you. I never have and I never will. Actually, I…I think I'minlovewithyou."

"What?" Arthur said, confused.

"I said I love you," Alfred said looking nervous. "Now that that is off my chest, I'll be leaving." Arthur grabbed his wrist, his heart filling up with hope.

"Wait a moment please," Arthur said blushing. He walked around his room looking for any hidden cameras and then out the window to see if any of his classmates were out there having planned this as a prank. When he saw the coast was clear he walked back to Alfred who was looking terrified.

"I love you too," he nearly whispered looking up at the taller boy. Alfred's eyes widened in surprise and a huge grin spread across his face.

"Are you for real Artie?" he asked looking visibly excited. Arthur nodded, smiling a little himself and Alfred hugged him.

"I have one question though," Arthur said, wrapping his arms around Alfred. "Why did you act so cold towards me?"

"Because I was nervous. I didn't think you'd ever like me back 'cuz I thought you were straight," Alfred said sheepishly. "And you were always insulting me and stuff too so that didn't help much. When I realized how I felt about you this past summer, I thought it would be better to distance myself so that you wouldn't hurt me."

Arthur shook his head, unable to believe that Alfred had been having the same thoughts as him. "You should have told me how you felt sooner."

"You should done the same," Alfred grinned down at him. "Anyway, now that we know the truth can I kiss ya?" Arthur found himself at a loss for words but he was able to nod weakly and soon he could feel Alfred's warm breath on his face. Green eyes stared into blue and they closed as he felt the other's lips on him. It started out as a chaste kiss innocent but loving but the longing both boys had been feeling for each other became apparent as their kiss became more heated. Alfred nibbled on Arthur's lower lip and Arthur opened his mouth allowing the other's tongue access into his mouth. After a few more minutes of heavy kissing, the two reluctantly separated to catch their breaths.

"I'd been wanting to do that for a long time," Alfred had that happy grin on his face again. Arthur smiled and pulled himself closer to his best friend.

"Arthur! Ask Alfred if he would like to stay for dinner!" Alice shouted from downstairs. The boys pulled apart, having forgotten that Arthur's family was still at home.

"Yeah I'll stay for dinner. Thank God you're mom doesn't cook like you do," Alfred laughed.

"Shut up you wanker," Arthur replied still too excited to really get mad. "Let's go downstairs so you can play your silly little video games since I doubt we'll get any more work done."

"Yes!" Alfred took Arthur's hand to pull him out of the room but before they exited, he surprised the Brit by giving him another small kiss. Alfred chuckled. "Sorry. Couldn't help myself."

Arthur sighed but smiled as he followed Alfred downstairs. He had a feeling that would be happening a lot from now on but he didn't mind it at all.

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A/N:

Michelle- Seychelles (Not very creative, I know XD)