Alfred was a writer trying to make a life in New York City. Arthur was a British gentleman who took the wrong boat and has no way home until a month from now when the next boat is scheduled. When Alfred rents out part of his home to earn some extra money, he didn't expect the person he rented it out to would be so…so…odd. And he definitely didn't expect to fall in love with him. Obviously AU. USxUK
Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia or the characters.
XX
The hero swooped down into the dangerous lair. His eyes were ablaze with valor and justice. He was here for the one he loved, a forbidden love between a damsel in distress and an immortal.
One foot after the other he walked through the halls of the lair, until he found her. Elizabeta, tied up shook her head, trying to warn him not to come any closer, but he didn't understand as a cage fell upon his hero form.
"HA HA HA, YOU FELL RIGHT INTO MY TRAP, MUSICMAN! NOW I CAN FIND OUT WHO YOU REALLY ARE!"
The hero scowled. "Gilbert… what do you want?"
"IT'S NOT GILBERT! IT'S THE AWESOME LORD!"
Musicman rolled his eyes. "Stop shouting, you idiot."
The Awesome Lord…or more so Gilbert, opened his mouth and said…
...and said...
...and saaaiiiidd...
AND SAAAAAAIIIIIDD!
What would he say!
"Oh, come on! Of all the days to get writer's block, why today?" Alfred whined.
He shoved himself away from the computer and trudged into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of soda. "Pepsi always makes me feel better." He nodded.
He stared out the window at his home city, as morning air danced around playfully outside, causing the wind chimes not too far off to sing in a chorus. Ah yes, America, land of the free and a land that had treated him kindly his entire life. After all, right now he was pursuing his writing dream, and not only that, but he was about to land his dream job of writing for Hollywood.
His eyes flickered to a for rent sign lying in the corner of the kitchen, next to the refrigerator. Starting today he would be looking for someone to room with, by renting the upstairs of his home. As he closed his eyes, he took a deep breath wishing himself a bit of luck.
A new roommate was an exciting new adventure after all.
XX
Blood hell, just blood hell. A troubled Englishman paced back and forth anxiously with his hands folded behind his back on a ship not too far from the American coastline. This was all his fault. He didn't want to go to America; this was all wrong!
He wanted to go to Southern Europe, and yet had been taken overseas.
He didn't have enough to get on a plane, considering that that was three hundred and fifty in American dollars, and he only had the worth of about two hundred. And the next cheap boat ride that would come along was a month and a half from now. Ah yes, he had checked.
In the middle of his thoughts, the overhead buzzed, and a voice came through the speaker.
"This is your captain speaking. We will arrive in Ney York City, America in fifteen minutes."
F-Fifteen minutes! No, that was much too soon. Arthur's pacing became much more intense. The money he did have would have to be used for food and a place to stay.
He decided it was about time to face the inevitable. Stopping his pacing frenzy he walked up to the ship's deck, leaning his body against the silver railing and. A sea breeze blew past rustling his hair slightly.
From his spot on the railing he could see it. A gift from the French lay prominently in front. Her green form held up a torch as if to proclaim the freedom of the land, as if it had always been free. To think that all of this land used to belong to his country. Just to think…
He sighed, leaning his chin down on the railing.
Sounds were in hearing range now, other than the waves knocking themselves with brute force against the side of the boat. Sounds such as the honking of cars reached his ears.
Arthur watched as the ship hit dock. And the exit walkway was lowered to it. So in turn he went back to his room and grabbed his things.
XX
The streets were incredibly crowded. In fact it took all that Arthur had not to bump into somebody. There was no peace in this city. It never slept. Arthur didn't think this from hearing stories. He could just tell. So far, Arthur also didn't like America.
First things first though. He had to find a place to stay. Ironically enough, as he crossed the street the first thing he saw was a for rent sign upon on a house that was lodged in between two business buildings.
"What an odd place to have a house…" He murmured.
But what struck Arthur as more odd than the house's location was a young man around his age, or so it appeared, perched in front of the house, smiling like an idiot. Oh yes, he really did look like an idiot. But perhaps he has information the place that had space for rent.
He walked up to him. "Erm…excuse me?" He asked almost as a question instead of a statement.
The man looked up. "Yeah?"
"Do you know anything about this house being for rent?"
He was surprised that the man became ecstatic at the mention of this. "Dud, I sure do! The top floor is for rent, and the starting rent is one hundred and fifty dollars."
One hundred and fifty! Arthur couldn't believe his luck. This man obviously didn't know standard rent. This was really cheap, affordable for himself even!
"So you're the one putting this house up for rent?" Arthur inquired.
"That's me. Alfred Jones is the name, don't wear it out!" He held out his hand to shake Arthur's.
"Err…right." Arthur put his hand into Alfred's" Arthur Kirkland. I believe I'm interested in what you have to offer. Show me around, will you?"
That's it for now. I don't usually write for AU, so this is a bit of an experiment. Next chapter will be up when it is up. Review? Please? O 3O