A/N: Another hetare Hetalia fic! :'D Okay, maybe not hetare...maybe smutty v3v So sorry~
Actually, I'm admittedly not that sorryyyy ;v; It's pretty obvious I'm obsessed with USUK now. /A/
This one is -somewhat- dedicated to my gf! She doesn't currently have a fanfiction account, but she's my uke! England and I'm her seme! America! 8DDD
Anywhoooo, have a very slightly kinky USUK fic~! 0u0 Enjoy!
There's no smut in this chapter, but I swear, the next one will! Most of it is done, but I just thought that I can post this one already!

R&R! qWq

Today, Alfred found out that Nations did not get movie ticket discounts. Which, no doubt, was the most disappointing thing in the history of ever.
And he would still be mad at that, too, had it not been for the quality of the movie. He'd wanted to see it for so long—it was one of those really, really great movies that took, like, seven years to make. And here he was, at last able to snag one of the super-limited tickets to an early showing of the movie in theaters! But of course it was terribly expensive. In fact, it was so expensive, that only about 7 people came to watch. And it was an IMAX-type theater. So that left enough leg room for even America to be satisfied with.
His first instinct had been to get Britain to help him pay—however, one thing led to another and America was greeted with the sight of the older Nation every time he looked to the right.
Quite honestly, Alfred still couldn't believe that the Englishman wanted to go with him. It must've been the ways that he was acting that made Britain want to go. The younger frowned a bit. He had expected Arthur to snap at him like usual, and that he'd leave with less money that he came with… But this time, Britain listened quietly to what America had to say. He agreed pretty readily, and even offered to pay extra to go with him. And to top, they were the best seats in the house. Well, not like the American was complaining. He thought it was great that the Brit had come; it just wasn't what he was used to.
He easily settled back in his chair as the lights started to dim, frowning a bit as he realized his mega popcorn bucket was already halfway gone. Alfred snatched a glance at Britain.
The Englishman was comfortably seated in his theatre seat, spine set upright in a well-practiced, doctor-perfect posture as was expected of a gentleman. The American loudly slurped from his coke, chuckling to himself when he compared them. He was practically sprawled over the surrounding two seats. One foot was even kicked up onto the seat in front of him—but not even Britain could tell him otherwise. They had the whole movie theater to themselves.
The trailers began playing, passing one by one on the enormous screen. He found himself whispering comments about each and every one, and so was Britain. Nods for movies that looked good to watch; frowns and shakes of heads for ones that didn't. It was like he was falling back into an old cycle…but he didn't really do it. His people did, so he only got that experience from them. Never once did he think it would be England by his side, taking the chance to be a critique with him. Actually, he liked the prospect of it; already, he considered watching every movie shown in the trailers, with Arthur…
He sat up a bit when the final clip was shown, the one that advised the audience to shut off their cellphones. Alfred glanced over to the other, who quickly did so. The American continued eating his popcorn, remembering he did that on the way to the theater.
But America kept watching the Englishman as the other straightened and trained his eyes on the screen. Soon, the Brit's eyes began to fall to the seat in front of him.
Britain's vibrant green orbs started to dim the slightest bit, lids drooping. The dark blush that grew on his cheeks was obvious, even in the low light.
America casually gestured towards him, a single brow raised in question.
You alright?
The UK's eyes flickered once in his direction, and he shrugged.
Well, yes, of course.
Alfred thoughtfully chewed a mouthful of popcorn, soon swallowing and tilting his head in the screen's direction.
How's the movie?
After a moment, Britain slouched forwards a bit. He nodded slowly, eyes never leaving the screen.
Good, I suppose. It wasn't even a minute in, and it already looked like it was going to be great. Now he began to understand why the younger Nation seemed so excited to watch it…
He caught another glance of the American, emerald eyes wide and watching beneath his bangs. A single, quavering breath fell from Britain's lips. The skin on his face was burning; he knew how he was. And he knew exactly why he was like this. Arthur pursed his lips, thick brows furrowing. Oh, goodness…what was he going to do about this? Already, he expected several long minutes of agony ahead…

Alfred knew he looked idiotic, but who cared? He really liked the movie, and hey. There was no one really around for anyone to judge him for bouncing like a little kid in his seat. Except England. He would've thought that the Britain would be scolding him every two seconds to sit up, keep still, and be quiet… But he didn't. Grabbing a small handful of popcorn every once in a while and silently smiling was all that the Englishman really did. Silently smiling.
It was almost creepy, the way that the smile never left his face. For practically the entire first half of the movie, he was smiling. It was a small smile, a kind, warm smile; but it looked suspicious. Like he knew something that American didn't. It bothered Alfred a little, though he tried to not let it get to him.
Just as the climax was starting to begin, he glanced at the other one last time—then he felt a hand on his knee.

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A/N: ...Kind of a cliffhanger there? XDDD Sorry about that! ;w; It was the only place I could imagine to stop~ UoU

But that's it for this chapter! R&R please~