Okay, so I do not Hetalia (APH). I ONLY OWN THE PLOT.
Okay, so excuse my sucky writing. I prefer the beginning to the end. The middle is a so-so for me.
Oh yeah, Kimchiburger in this if you squint. Don't like it, don't read this.
It was a chilly yet bright afternoon, the multi-colored leaves falling and people all bundled up and ready for the fall season. There was one in particular who extremely loved autumn.
"Uwah! This is great!" Exclaimed the Korean.
Alfred trailed along behind Yong Soo, who span around in circles to take in the smell of autumn in fully. The American smiled, amused by the other's fascination.
"Heh, so you like the park?" Alfred asked. Yong Soo turned and nodded. His cheeks were rosy pink from the chilly wind and he tightened his scarf to keep warm still.
That's so adorable, Alfred thought. The blonde slowly walked to a bench and gestured Yong Soo to come sit with him. The Korean smiled and ran over to his side, sitting right next to him. He then sighed happily.
"Ah, I can't wait until Thanksgiving! Aniki and Japan will come over along with Hong Kong, Taiwan, Vietnam…" And as the Korean continued to droll on about who is coming and how he's so excited about the party, Alfred nodded but didn't necessarily pay much attention. He contentedly stared into Yong Soo's eyes, even though they were looking off somewhere else, he loved the brown orbs with the golden tint to it.
It was then that his heart skipped a beat, when Yong Soo turned to face him and stared at him with those lovely eyes and rose-patched face.
"..shi? Alfred-shi!" The blonde snapped back into reality and blinked for a moment. He realized he was extremely close to the Korean, then slid about a few feet away and sat at the end of the bench and chuckled nervously.
"Oh, sorry dude," he quickly said," I'm just really tired today."
Yong Soo blinked and smiled again, like that was just nothing.
"Oh! Then let's go back to the hotel room then and have you rest up." The brunette jumped up from his seat and took the other's hand. The blonde slightly blushed at this action. Luckily, it was fall so the blush could easily be hidden.
"O-Okay then," he mumbled before being dragged off with the hyperactive Asian leading the way back to the hotel.
At the hotel room …
"Do you want me to make tea, Alfred-shi?" Yong Soo questioned, seeing the pink glow on Alfred's face still there.
"Oh, uh, no thanks. I'm good." America coughed slightly in nervousness and then his heart skipped when Yong Soo plopped down right next to him. Normally, it wouldn't be a problem for the American if his best friend sat next to him; but the Asian was really close. Like REALLY close. As in 'leaning-on-shoulder' close.
"I'm cold and tired. Don't mind me daze." He yawned and lulled to sleep, mumbling a few Korean words before being knocked out. Alfred panicked. What was he suppose to do now? He didn't want to disturb the other nation nor did he want to have the other wake up on the his shoulders.
"Uh, hey. Korea. Dude, wake-up. You can go and sleep in the bedroom," he shook the Asian lightly. Bad move. The Asian whined cutely and wrapped his arms around the blonde's and the other's hand was between his legs.
"Nn. F-Five more minutes," he mumbled tiredly and went back to sleep. The American panicked even more. What did this mean? His hand was between his best friend's legs! If he could just move his hands away and not disturb the other then that would save him from being stamped a pervert.
"H-Hey now," he whispered automatically," W-Wake up! No, actually, never mind. Go back to sleep." Alfred then paused for a moment. Yong Soo was adorable when he was sleeping. And he didn't really mind his arm being held. He tugged his hand (or tried to at the least) away from Yong Soo but to only stir the Asian. The American blinked, his blue eyes wide in panic. Holy shit, is he waking up now?
"Wha-What?" He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. He then unfurled himself from the other's arm and sat up, not realizing his position when he was sleeping in. The blonde was relieved that he wasn't accused of anything.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" Alfred asked.
Yong Soo blinked," What?"
"What were you dreaming about? I mean, you were talking in your sleep or something."
"Ahh, ahhh. Uhmm, well I was dreaming about," the Korean thought, trying to remember. The American still waited for an answer.
"Well, it was about-," and then the doorbell rang. Yong Soo looked at the door, then back at the blonde. Sighing, Alfred pushed his glasses back and stood from his seat to get the door.
"Who is it?" He called out before seeing England and France at the door, both holding a bag of groceries.
"It's us, git." Arthur responded coldly, as if he was waiting hours in front of the door. France smiled brightly.
"Bonjour! How have you be-," he paused when he saw Yong Soo sitting on the couch, smiling warmly in greeting. Alfred turned to see what France was staring at; he then smiled.
"Oh yeah! That's Yong Soo, South Korea," the American introduced. But France didn't need introductions. He was attracted to the Asian by a heartbeat.
"Bonjour, mon amour," he knelt in front of the startled Asian, holding onto the others hand and kissing it softly. Yong Soo blushed, then tried to pull his hand away; unfortunately the Frenchman was quite strong and held the other's hand tighter so it wouldn't be snatched away.
"H-Hey now! You don't do that in my living room!" Alfred quickly said, Francis looking at him then back at Yong Soo with a smirk.
"Well," he started(and England knew where the other blonde was going with this).
"I do have wine in my bag for personal uses, mon amour," he said, staring deep into Yong Soo's eyes," we can drink away into the and when we can't even stand anymore, we shall embrace each other and-," but the man had abruptly stopped by the whack of an angered Englishman.
"You stop it you I'll cut your bloody fingers off!" He shouted and then scolded at the other. Fortunately, the romantic pervert let go of the other male's hand, which gave Yong Soo a chance to hide behind America.
"A-Ah, who are they?" Yong Soo asked softly, as if in fear of being heard.
"Them? They're England and France. They've heard of you before," he paused, then turned to Yong Soo and smiled," But I think they like you already!"
OHAY. YOU DONE ALREADY. YOU SMARTY PANTS.
Anyways, I am satisfied with the typing since it is my first time on . But hey, I did my best.
So please give me feedback on anything what-so-ever. To just help me improve.
P.S. I'm thinking of doing this story in chapters. :D KIMCHIBURGER FTW.