A/N: Yo. I'm sorry, I really shouldn't be starting a multi-chapter fic when I haven't finished The Most Awesome Dream Ever... but this came to mind when I was in P.E., and it was begging to be written. I'm sorry! TToTT I hope you enjoy it, anyway...

Title: Watching You

Characters (so far): America, England, Belarus (Human names used)

Pairings: BelarusxAmerica, AmericaxEngland, more pairings possible in later chapters

Rating: T, for language and other minor things.

Full summary: Every day for his physical education class, Arthur wouldn't dress out. Instead, he would sit on the bleachers and watch his classmates play. Well, watch his best friend Alfred, anyway. It was fun... when his crazy girlfriend Natalia wasn't in the way. Now she was scary.

Word count: 4,100

Disclaimer: Axis Powers Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Watching You

Small trails of sweat flowed down his oh-so-slightly tanned face, trailing along his strong jaw and sleek neck. His muscles flexed and revealed themselves under his pale shirt, which was slightly sticking to him due to the humidity, as he flicked his wrists in a perfect movement. The basketball went flying through the air and landed in the basket, as it usually did.

Arthur shifted in his seat on the cold gym bleachers, uncomfortable in his tan slacks. It was so hot inside he could feel his own bum begin to sweat. When would the school bother to fix the air conditioning in the gymnasium? It was really grating at Arthur's nerves.

He tried to ignore the heat as much as he possibly could and returned to watching the basketball game. Well, actually, just watching his best friend. It had become a habit of his; he wouldn't change for his physical education class, so he would be ordered to sit on the bleachers and watch the others play. Arthur didn't mind being left out, rather the opposite. He enjoyed watching the rest of his classmates play sports. He would continuously watch his friend Alfred throughout the entire game of whatever sport they were playing that week. He would observe him, taking in all the little things he had never noticed before. He noticed how long Alfred's fingers were; he memorized how Alfred's body would move when he ran. At first, Arthur had come to believe he had turned into some sort of freak that got a kick out of watching other boys sweat. But no, he later learned that wasn't the case at all. He only liked watching Alfred. Everyone else bored him, even none of the girls seemed to catch his interest. He was just curious, was all.

As Alfred was getting high-fives from his teammates, he caught Arthur's gaze and stopped to wave at his friend. Arthur blushed at being caught staring and tried to pretend he hadn't seen the other blond. Alfred frowned and waved again, this time by flailing his arms around like a madman. Arthur tried not to laugh at his friend's idiocy, but he couldn't hold it in. He chuckled, his cheeks tinting to a darker shade of pink, and sent a nod Alfred's way. Alfred stuck out his tongue at him in return, before turning back to the game.

"What an idiot," Arthur muttered, the faintest hint of the remainder of a smile on his face. For as long as he had known Alfred, the boy had been known to be a git. After ten long years, he had scarcely changed. Yes, his body had developed very well, but his mind was still full of the childish ideas and beliefs of the seven year old boy Arthur had first met. He wasn't necessarily stupid, no. His grades were dent enough, as proved by his last progress report, which he had been bragging about for the entire week. But Alfred was still an idiot in Arthur's mind. He always would be.

A shrill beep, the eight-minute bell, rang throughout the gymnasium. The players immediately halted their game and started towards the locker room. The girls in the class had been separated from the boys for a day, for a reason the teacher hadn't specified. For Arthur, it didn't make any difference, since he didn't have many lady friends anyway. The girl he was closest to was his friend Sey, a cheery girl, tan from spending so much time on a tropical island ,that loved seafood. She had taken physical education over the summer, so she didn't even have a P.E. class. Arthur had thought about taking the course over the summer as well, but he had been too busy with babysitting his little brother and work. In the end, he was glad he hadn't missed out on the chance to see Alfred play a variety of sports… it was so intriguing… how his muscles moved… the way his facial expressions changed so quickly…

Arthur jumped as an arm was slung around his shoulders and a pair of warm lips was pressed to his ear.

"Hey Artie!" Alfred shouted, unaware that he was putting his best friend in danger of becoming deaf. "Did you see how I rocked in the BB game today? I was the total hero, man!"

Arthur blushed and pushed his friend away. His cheeks reddened even more when he felt the slightest hint of sweat seeping through Alfred's shirt. "How many times have I told you not to scream in my ear, you bloody git?" Arthur wiped his hands on his trousers and fixed his dark green sweater vest, the one he had bought because the saleswoman had told him it complimented his eyes.

"Haha, apparently not enough!"Alfred laughed and held the locker room door open for the Brit, who simply glared at him as he entered the facility. "And anyway, I'm your git. I'm allowed to do that kind of crap."

Arthur tried to ignore the possible meaning behind Alfred's words and proceeded to his locker, avoiding any physical contact with the other boys in his class. Since his locker was near Arthur's, Alfred followed close behind, high-fiving a couple of guys along the way. When Alfred was beside him once again as they opened their lockers, Arthur resumed the conversation. "No, you're not. Peter's my git. I can't choose whether I want him or not. But with you, I can."

"Pfft! I was your git first!" Alfred chuckled as he pulled his clothes out of his locker. Since Arthur hadn't bothered to change, he pulled out his sole schoolbag instead. He slung the leather strap over his shoulder and rolled his eyes at Alfred.

"What are you talking about? Peter's twelve. That's two years more than the time we've known each other."

"That's your fault! You moved here two years too late!" Alfred defended, as he pulled off his P.E. shirt. Arthur blushed and turned to look away from his shirtless friend.

"I had no say in the move! I didn't even want to come here in the first place!" Arthur huffed and crossed his arms across his chest and turned back around to face a fully clothed Alfred. Alfred laughed and threw his arm around his grumpy British friend's shoulders as they walked out of the boy's locker room.

"But you're glad you moved here, amirite?" Alfred asked, pulling a large bag of Cheetos out of his backpack.

Arthur ignored the other boy's question and pushed him away roughly. "Ugh, you stink!"

"Eh, I didn't feel like taking a shower today," Alfred confessed. He shoved a couple handfuls of Cheetos into his mouth and shrugged.

"That's disgusting!" Arthur jumped away from Alfred and raised his hands defensively.

"Geez, dude, calm down." Alfred waved his hand dismissively and threw his Cheetos bag away. He shrugged. "I took a shower last night."

"Still! You're all sweaty and you smell terrible!" Arthur pinched his nose and began breathing through his mouth. He was exaggerating, but it was fun to see Alfred's flustered face.

"Hey! I don't smell that bad!"

"Says the boy who reeks."

Alfred stuck his tongue out at Arthur, and as they turned the corner, he looked ahead and smirked. "I'll show you I don't smell that bad!" Arthur was about to ask what he meant but stopped at the unmistakable sound of high heels approaching. He looked up into a cold mix of blue and violet eyes and immediately wished he hadn't. The girl walked up to the two friends confidently, her long platinum blond hair flowing behind her. Arthur suddenly felt like stabbing someone.

The girls stopped in front of Alfred and put her finger to her pale cheek. He obliged and kissed said cheek, causing her to giggle. Arthur wanted to gag.

"Wassup, Natia?" Alfred greeted her, patting her on the back. She gave him a soft glare, receiving a chuckle from him and a shiver from Alfred.

"Hello, Alfred." She smiled sweetly at the taller blond before turning stiffly to the next. "Arthur," she said, as if his name was some sort of disease.

Arthur ignored her tone of voice and chose not to confront her about it. It was an obvious that Natalia hated Arthur, but he didn't know why. He considered himself a decent enough chap, so what was there to hate? "Natalia," Arthur replied, just as coldly. Arthur had to admit he was afraid of his best friend's girlfriend. Just a bit. She rarely showed what she was feeling, which was downright creepy. The only time Arthur had seen Natalia express her feelings was when Alfred forgot their six-month anniversary a couple of weeks ago and she landed into violent rage. She began to throw knives. At Arthur.

"Hey, Natia, do I smell?" Alfred asked the girl, pulling on his hoodie, trying to let her get a whiff. Natalia subtly backed away from him and crinkled her nose.

"You do have… a bit of an odor," she admitted. Alfred looked crestfallen that Natalia had agreed with Arthur. Arthur smirked, causing Natalia to swiftly glare at him. He squeaked and stepped away from her. Alfred noticed none of the interaction, distracted by the bell, and due to his incapability to read the atmosphere.

"Woot! School's out!" Alfred did a fist pump in the air as students rushed by the three seniors. Natalia and Arthur rolled their eyes simultaneously then quickly turned to glared at each other.

"Ah, Alfred," Natalia began, "I was wondering if you wanted to come to my house today so we could possibly watch a movie?" Arthur would've seen nothing wrong with the invitation if she had just flat out asked, but the way she was looking at Alfred really ticked him off. Not only that, Natalia was twirling a lock of her hair around one of her dainty fingers, something Arthur had never seen her do. He also did not miss the inclusion of the word, "possibly." Bloody hell? They were possibly going to watch a movie? If they didn't, what would they end up doing, huh? Arthur quickly shook his head. He was looking too much into it. Either way, it was Alfred and his girlfriend, and they could do whatever they wanted to do. It's not like Arthur cared anyway. He didn't care at all.

"Oh, sorry, Nat! I kinda got a thing with Artie tonight!" Alfred pointed at the Brit standing next to him, who had been lost in his thoughts until he heard his name.

"We have plans?" Arthur asked, honestly not recalling any plans he and Alfred had possibly made.

"Yeah! Remember?" Alfred got close to Arthur's ear and whispered the rest. "I am so gonna kick your ass at video games tonight."

Arthur's cheeks reddened from the contact, the feel of Alfred's hot breath in his ear, and the comment itself. He finally remembered what Alfred had been talking about. Alfred had bought a new game a couple days before, and since he believed he had no chance at beating their mutual friend Kiku in it, he convinced Arthur play with him. Arthur had to admit video games weren't his specialty, but he wasn't that bad! Natalia narrowed her eyes at Arthur, whose ear was still in contact with Alfred's lips. Arthur noticed and pushed his friend away, satisfying Natalia.

"I remember now. We do have plans. I'm sorry, Natalia." Arthur apologized, not really meaning it at all. In reality, he wanted to gloat that Alfred had chosen him over her. He didn't because he knew what dangers that could lead to, including a severed arm or a broken rib.

"Yeah, Natia, maybe some other time, 'k?" Alfred gave Natalia a quick hug and returned to Arthur's side, much to the girl's chagrin. Arthur nodded a goodbye to Natalia and headed to the school exit, satisfied to hear Alfred's footsteps close behind. As Alfred caught up to Arthur and slung his arm around him again, the Brit turned one last time to glance at Natalia. The girl hadn't moved, but was glaring at Arthur so intensely that he could almost feel the daggers hitting his back. He shrugged it off and looked back ahead. For the moment, he had Alfred's arm to protect him anyway.

Once they arrived at Alfred's house, said blond headed straight to his living room and turned on his game console, leaving Arthur alone in the doorway. He rolled his eyes and headed to the bathroom upstairs. He knew Alfred so well that the American's house was practically his own. It was the same for Alfred and Arthur's house. They knew each other's homes as well as they knew each other. This wasn't surprising, since they had been best friends and neighbors for ten whole years.

Arthur entered the clean washroom and quickly closed the door behind him. He rushed to the toilet and undid his pants in a hurry. Oh, how he had been holding it in! He took a deep breath and relieved himself, after holding it in for a couple of hours. He refused to use school bathrooms. They were unsanitary!

Arthur zipped his pants back up and flushed, something he continuously had to remind Alfred to do. He headed to the white marble sink and turned the faucet handle. The water began rushing out, cold to Arthur's fingers. He reached for the soap, and was appalled to see that it wasn't there. He turned off the faucet and looked around for the soap. After a couple of minutes, he made the conclusion that there was no soap in Alfred's bathroom. How irritating.

"Alfred!" Arthur called. He was definitely not going to leave the bathroom with germ-infested hands. He could make the whole household sick. "Alfred!" he called again. His eyebrows furrowed. Why wasn't Alfred answering? He stoped for a second and suddenly heard gunshots from bellow, followed by Alfred's victory chant. Ah, he was busy playing his video game, of course. Arthur guessed he probably hadn't heard him. Arthur decided to take a risk and look for some soap outside of the bathroom. If he spread an illness, it was Alfred to blame.

He ventured out of the bathroom and went to the little closet near the staircase. He gingerly pulled it open and glanced inside. "Aha!" Arthur muttered as he pulled out a small package of Dove soap. His hopes were dashed when he noticed how light it was. He took a closer look and realized it was empty. Frustrated, he threw the small box to the ground, but quickly picked it back up and dumped it in the nearest wastebasket. He decided that if there wasn't any soap in the supply closet, he would just snag some from Alfred's private bathroom. He walked to Alfred's bedroom, the one that had a big Superman emblem hanging on the door. Arthur entered, without bothering to shut the door behind him. He headed straight to Alfred's bathroom, which, thankfully, did have some form of soap for Arthur to use. Arthur quickly continued washing his hands and dried them, wary of being in Alfred's room alone. He had been in there many times before, but never alone.

Arthur was on his way out of the messy bedroom when he noticed a purple sheet of paper sticking out from Alfred's closet. As a naturally curious person, Arthur detoured to the closet and picked the paper up. On closer inspection, he noticed it was actually a purple envelope. On the front, "To Alfred," was written, in the most intricate handwriting Arthur had ever seen. Before thinking it through, Arthur carefully opened the envelope and slipped out its contents. It was just a birthday card. Arthur went a step further and opened the card, surprised to hear a melodic lullaby begin to play. Arthur raised a rather thick eyebrow and read the words on the inside, once again written in that beautiful handwriting he had seen before.

'Dear Alfred,

Happy birthday, dear. I hope you know how special you really are to me. You really changed my life. Without you, I wouldn't even be on this earth… thank you for saving my life. Thank you for showing me love.

I love you.

-With a lot of love, Natalia.'

Oh. So the great handwriting belonged to Natalia apparently. Arthur cringed as he reread the words,"I love you." What kind of idiot would love Alfred? He was such a fool… He couldn't read the atmosphere, he had a horrible taste in food, he was disorganized, he had a great smile, and even though he could be really daft at times, he was a good person who loved to help people out. What was so attractive about that? Arthur reread the card a third time. His eyes widened when he fully read what he hadn't been paying attention to before: "Without you, I wouldn't even be on this earth…"

What the- what did Natalia mean? Had Alfred saved Natalia's life before or something? To be honest, Alfred had never even told Arthur how he and Natalia had gotten together! They were supposed to be best friends! What was there to hide? Arthur stood there, glaring at the card. Dumb Natalia. She just had to show up and take away Alfred from him, didn't she? Alfred was his first!

Arthur gasped. What the hell was he even thinking? Alfred wasn't his, no, he never was! He couldn't be! They were just friends, was all! Good friends! Just because Arthur's heart sped up whenever Alfred was too close didn't mean anything! And that time they did that when they were fourteen- they were kids back then! They were just curious! It all meant nothing! Nothing…at all…

Arthur felt the tears start to run down his cheeks. Dammit, why was he even crying? There was no reason to cry! He wiped the tears away with the back of his hand and put the card back where he first found it. He made sure his face was completely clean and then headed to the door, but stopped when he noticed two picture frames on Alfred's desk. The first picture Arthur knew quite well, as he had a copy of it himself. It was from a couple of years back, in their first year of high school. Well, actually it had been taken the summer before, when Alfred's parents had decided to go on a second honeymoon and left Alfred at Arthur's house for half of the summer. They had just returned from the movie theatre, and they were both hyper from all the soda and candy they had consumed. The movie had been an action thriller with a decent plot, so Arthur had actually enjoyed some of it. They had been having a fun time in Arthur's room, acting out scenes from the movie. Until Alfred abruptly started reciting what he could remember of the lines from the scene in the movie where the heroine confessed for the love for the hero. Without thinking, Arthur had recited back the heroine's lines, and suddenly, Alfred's lips were on his. It had come out of nowhere, and at first, Arthur had been scared and confused. After a couple of seconds he had begun enjoying the kiss, and had started to kiss back. The kiss had led to other things, but they had stopped when Arthur's mom had knocked at their door and told them to go to bed. Arthur and Alfred had immediately broken apart, without looking at each other. The next morning, they both had acted as if nothing had happened, and they never spoke of it again.

The picture on Alfred's desk was one that had been taken by Arthur's dad when they arrived back from the movie theatre that night, before any of those…events had happened. Both boys were smiling in the photo, and Alfred's arm was slung around Arthur's shoulders, which he still did often. Arthur smiled at the photo and then turned to look at the other photo on Alfred's desk.

This photo was in a considerably larger frame, and it contained a picture of Alfred and Natalia. They were both smiling too, and Alfred had his arm around Natalia's waist. Her waist. For some reason, this caused the tears to continue flowing, this time the tears pouring out of Arthur's tired eyes. He put his face in his hands and started sobbing. He didn't understand why, but he just felt like he needed to cry.

"Artie? You up here?" Arthur jumped at the sound of Alfred's voice. He couldn't let Alfred see him cry! And in his room, of all things! Arthur ran out of the room, passing a confused Alfred as he ran down the stairs.

"A-Arthur?" Alfred asked, worried for his friend. Arthur ignored him and grabbed his schoolbag. He ran out of the house and slammed the door behind him, leaving Alfred alone, worried, and confused.

Alfred gaped at the door. What was up with Arthur? He had just gone to the bathroom, and since he'd been upstairs for such a long time, Alfred had been worried he had gotten stuck in the toilet or something. So he went up there to see what was wrong, and Arthur ran past him, crying? What had happened? Alfred thought about following his friend out, but he knew it would be best if he left him alone. In reality, Arthur cried a lot, but he hated when others would see him cry. He wouldn't even let Alfred near him when he was ready to sob. Alfred knew this, which is why he didn't follow his friend. It was for the best. He would find out what was up later.

Alfred headed back upstairs, in search of a clue. He headed to the bathroom first. He looked inside to find everything in its normal state. He took a closer look and noticed there wasn't any soap. He guessed that must've been the reason Arthur had taken so long. But why would he cry about it?

Alfred's next destination was to the supply closet, to get some soap. He opened it up and found that there was none. That must've been why Arthur took even longer… but still, it wasn't a reason to cry. He assumed that Arthur had probably gone into his room's bathroom for soap, since he was so paranoid about germs. He looked to his room, and no surprise, his door was wide open. He ventured inside, and he looked around in search of something abnormal. He caught nothing suspicious, but his eyes stopped roaming at the sight of the picture frames on his desk. The first photo was the one of him and Arthur… oh, how he loved that picture! The frowned when he saw the next one. Natalia had forced him to take a picture with his arm around her waist. Not only that, but she had bought a large picture frame for him to put the photo in, and since he didn't want to hurt her feelings, he had put it on his desk.

It was the same story for everything Natalia would give him. She would give him a gift, he would act happy, and then he would store it away. Alfred walked to his closet, and before opening it, looked around to see if anybody was near. Of course, his parents were at work and his brother was still at school, so he was alone. He slid the closed door open, revealing stacks and stacks boxes. Boxes of chocolates, watches, and expensive cologne, boxes full of greeting cards and heart-filled notes… On top of the boxes were teddy bears, and big pillows, more than half of them shaped like hearts. All the gifts were enough to fill his entire closet. After the first three months, Alfred had been required to move half of his clothing to a cabinet he bought and had placed beside his bed.

Everything, every single thing had been a gift from Natalia. Alfred didn't want to hurt her feelings, so he put every gift she gave him in his closet. Excluding anything edible, which he would eat, except dark chocolate, which he still put in his closet. He couldn't throw it away… He felt guilty whenever he tried to do so. He felt like he was deceiving Natalia, by making her think he loved her. But he tried to love her, he really did! Alfred sighed and looked over the gifts before sliding his closet shut again.

"It just isn't the same…"

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