A/N: Hello, everyone! I hope that this story will be liked, with a brand new style of writing and a chance to write independently, I hope everyone will R&R this story with love, ideas and such. Any questions, comments, or general thoughts are appreciated if you take the time to review and I'll PM you guys to thank you all!
Warnings: This is rated T for violence, drinking, cursing and more. Also there are other pairings as well. There are some AU in normal life and somewhere you'll have to read to figure out!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or anything else. They all belong to their rightful owner, Himapapa-I mean Hidekaz Himaruya and I thank him and everyone for making this wonderful show. Please enjoy this tale with all your love!
My Flirtatious Neighbor Next Door
~Chapter 1~
Today was an average day for Arthur Kirkland, but today was an extraordinary day for him since it's not every day you would see a man buying him a brand new house to live in. To everyone, they would call him Britain, he was proud for himself as he gazed at his small but large home with many other homes next door. He looked at his house; a beautiful one is what it is. Pale brownish painted walls, a front door in oak wood brown with a welcome sign in cursive hanging on the door, two windows with curtains in white lace pulled back nicely and on the window pane have blooming flowers and fresh herbs for dinner.
The roof is dark brown, and he could see from the corner of the right, he could see a small balcony that was nearly reaching to the other house's balcony. He might as well start going in and pack all of his things, so he walks down the concrete path to his front door, he took out the keys from his pants pocket on the right and fits the key in the doorknob. When he unlocks his door and enters inside, he sees the living room nearly taken over by cardboard boxes filled with all of his belongings and furniture covered with white sheets.
He sighed and placed his hands on his hips when he saw the piles of the cardboard boxes lying around, just waiting for him to unpack and start decorating his new, cozy little home. But first, Britain decided to do a little more exploring around his new home, he had looked at the pictures from the catalogue book for some time and has been interested from the very start to see what it's like in this place. He took his time around this house, walking on his wooden flooring and walks over to the right corner where he finds the kitchen. There's a white sink with a bucket inside that doesn't have water, cupboards all on top with no plates or anything for him, a huge white fridge standing on the wall, at the corner left near the sink.
"All right, then," he said to himself. "I think I should go back to the living room and start my exhausting journey..." but then, something caught his eye when he saw the window to show the outside of his neighbor's window. But first, I should say hello to my neighbor. Britain as he walks over to the clean window.
When he looked over, going to the sink and looking at the outside window, he felt his jaw drop. He saw a man wearing a blue apron and he has blue eyes that sparkled as he washes the dishes and Britain could not believe that his neighbor, of all the people he could've been with, is France!
The man he knew as France looked at his window, he saw Britain with his jaw wide open and he felt a struck of anger in himself. What is Britain doing over his soon-to-be new neighbor's house? France puts his things down in the sink, unlocks his window and pulls himself over to the edge.
"Qu'est-ce?" France said to him in French as Britain opens his window to shout at him. "What are you doing in my new neighbor's home?"
"What am I doing here?" gawk Britain. "What are you doing here? I was hoping to get away from that old house!"
"Why are you even here?" he interrogated him, suddenly interested in his reasons for living next to him.
"Mind your own bloody business!" Britain said, piffling for such a small matter about his personal life and his reasons for buying a brand new home for himself.
"Well, I hope you know one thing," France said. "I was actually going to make a cake for whoever came here, but since you're the one living with me now, I can say you can shove that cake up your mouth!" And France shuts his window and he storms off.
Britain walks away with a screwy face, forgetting to close the window and hopes to rid of that slimy bastard once he unpack his things...
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"I finally did it…" Britain muttered, looking at his living room with no cardboard boxes in sight. All the furniture is in place and he felt glad he finished the job in a day. "Thanks a mill, guys." He thanked whoever was in the room.
To Britain, he can see all of his magical friends since he is known for his unique ability of black magic from his family. He looked at the fairies with their fairy dust glittering around them and their wings fluttering faster than a woodpecker's wings. All three of them pointed at the clock Britain hung up top of the TV and saw it's now 4:15 PM.
"Oh, lord, it's tea time!" Britain said happily which made the fairies flew to him and started giggling at him. "All right, all right, I'll make some pixie dust cookies for you hard workers." One of the fairies flew away, going to the kitchen and as a curious one, wanted to look around.
As the curious one goes on in the largely roomed kitchen, France, also known as Francis, was walking down his kitchen to get his bottle of wine when he glances over to the window out of whim to see a sparkling fairy flying all around the room like a dazzling star. What in the world...? France wanders to the fridge, wondering what he met was all in his head or that he drinks too much wine to have hallucinations. Non, it can't possibly be my wonderful wine, France thought. I guess even the heavenly stars can become fawn of me!
To be continued…
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Qu'est-ce?- "What the hell?" in French.