A/N: Hm, oh, why hello there! Muffin here! Anyway, GUESS WHO GOT THE MOST FANTASTIC BETA READER IN THE WORLD? Me. Dat's right, MY CHAPTERS SHALL NOW SUCK LESS! /bricked/ (/O7O)/ The lovley idea for this oneshot was provided by said FANTABULIOUS BETA spicyhorchata. Cause she wanted this story to come into existance. SO LOOKIE THAR. I OBLIGED. Enjoy!

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Arthur Kirkland (A.K.A England, A.K.A The United Kingdom) was sitting in his living room with his boyfriend, Alfred F. Jones, (A.K.A The United States of America) staring intently at something that wasn't the movie that currently had the younger nation's attention. Alfred felt Arthur's eyes boring a hole into him; he turned to his lover who had the younger man's arm draped over his shoulders.

"What's up Iggy? I mean, I know I'm one of the sexiest people alive, but you've been staring at my head for like half an hour."

"What the bloody hell is it?"

Alfred looked quizzically at his partner.

"What is what?"

"Nantucket. I mean, I know it's a piece of hair, but the sodding thing defies gravity! I mean, even if your head is wet, it's always just sticking up like that." Alfred felt some of the color drain from his face.

"Y-you know! It's just been like that since before you raised me! It's just a weird piece of hair!" Alfred turned quickly back to the movie. Arthur frowned and reached over to touch the stubborn piece of hair. Alfred jumped and scurried to the other end of the couch.

"D-don't touch it! It's just a piece of hair, leave it at that!" Alfred almost screeched in defiance, shielding the hair with his hands. Arthur looked at the younger man with a strange combination of question and malice.

"Oh, come on Alfred! If it really was just a piece of hair, why have you never let me touch it? Even as a boy you were protective of that thing." Arthur crawled closer, trying to pry Alfred's hands away from the gravity-defying hair. Alfred squirmed, having reached the end of the couch, he had nowhere to go. Arthur steadily approached his lover, crawling into his lap and reaching for the hair.

"Okay! S-something… Well… Something happens to me whenever someone pulls on the hair… I-I'd rather not talk about what it is…" Arthur smiled mischievously.

"Oh, it can't be that bad! Just let me touch it once to see what happens!" Alfred had moved his hands away to explain, so when Arthur pounced for the hair, Alfred was defenseless.

"No Iggy! Do- ah! St-ahhhhh!" Arthur pulled on the hair, getting a strange reaction out of the younger nation. He looked like he was in pain, but enjoying it at the same time. Arthur snapped his hand back. Alfred had turned beet red and was breathing heavily.

"Oh, oh bloody hell. Is this like that thing Italy and Romano have? Their… ero… era… Oh, their erogenous zone?" Alfred only nodded curtly before he turned a deeper shade of red. Arthur smirked.

"I think it's bloody cute." Arthur said, kissing Alfred on the cheek. Alfred smiled weakly.

The two nations that had continued to cuddle on the couch didn't notice a certain blonde Frenchman watching them through Arthur's window.

"Ohohoho~! So that's what ze 'air on petite Amérique is! Hmmm… Perhaps it has ze same effect on mon petit amant Matthew!" and with that the Frenchman ran off to go find his Canadian lover.

A short A/N?: Ohohoho~ Poor Canada. See you in CHAPTER SEVEN OF HEROES VILLAINS AND EVERYTHING ALONG THE WAY! Laters~!