"Dammit!" Alfred cursed to himself as he stubbed his toe against the coffee table. He threw himself on the couch and reached over for the remote. His toe throbbed painfully but he ignored it. Today was a lazy day, Saturday, and he had nothing to do. It was too cold to go outside; Alfred didn't like the rain.

He browsed the channels for something good to watch. Deciding with some scary movie he had never heard of, he sat up and leaned against the arm rest of the couch.

He was running, fast and sloppy. Trying to get away from the thing that hunted him down; chased him. Alfred panted hard and hid behind a tree to catch his breath. Only when he looked to his right did he realize that the monster was right there. He recovered from the shock and tried to run. The evil creature latched onto his neck and ripped his skin. Tears sprung out of his eyes, and his mouth went wide with fear. The only thing he could say before death reached him was-

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!-" Alfred sat upright, sweating bullets. His clothes were soaked with adrenaline, and he looked around frantically. He glanced at the T.V. screen. Alfred knew he shouldn't have put on a scary movie. He wiped his forehead, pushing back his bedraggled sidebangs. He was uncomfortable, so he decided to take a shower.

Humming 'The Star Spangled Banner' while washing his hair, Alfred let his mind go astray.

The crowd cheered his name, practically worshipping him. He waved his hand, thanking his fans. The girls squealed, some fainting. Alfred grinned, and sang his next song. Man, was it great to be famous.

He opened his eyes, letting the water run down his face. If only. The American sighed, stepping out of the shower. Alfred shook his hair and wrapped a towel around his midsection. He heard a faint knocking at the door, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Coming!" He called.

He shoved on his glasses and ran downstairs. Alfred open the door to a man he had never met. "Um, may I help you?" He suddenly realized he was naked except for his towel. He pushed the thought away. This was probably just some optimistic salesman.

Though he didn't look like it. The man before him looked anything but. Quite young, he realized. And attractive. Alfred mentally slapped himself.

He looked down at the waiting man. Blond hair spiked out in an unruly mess, obviously in an attempt to have been brushed, but it stayed messy. The first thing Alfred noticed besides the bright blond hair was his eyebrows. They were huge. And darker than his hair, strangely. Alfred wondered if the man dyed his hair. Emerald sparks peeked out of the messy bangs. This man was clearly not happy. He looked annoyed.

"Well, are you going to bloody say something, or just stand there and stare, wanker?" A British accent? Cute. A smile crept on Alfred's face. He had never met a British person in America before.

"Ah, right. I was pretty sure I said something first." The American winked.

The Brit flushed slightly and shifted his feet. He was carrying a duffle bag. "Well maybe if you weren't standing there bloody naked I'd take you seriously!"

"Oh, you like?" Alfred wiggled his eyebrows.

The man turned a darker red. "That's not what I meant! Bloody Americans..."

Alfred laughed. "Just kidding. Who are you and why are you here?"

"Arthur Kirkland. You're Alfred, right? I'm friends with a Kiku Honda. I'm studying abroad here in America and he recommended I stay with you because you are a good friend of his. He obviously made a mistake."

Alfred's eyes lit up in the mention of his good friend. "Yea! Kiku! My bud! Haha, he sent you? What are you, too cheap for a hotel?"

Arthur's face yet again tinged red. "That's not it! I just don't have any American money yet! I'll be leaving now, git." He turned and took a step away from Alfred's townhouse.

Alfred put a hand on Arthur's shoulder and spun him around. Arthur looked at him in surprise. "Wait. I was kidding again. I don't mind you staying here! I've got plenty of space and a guest room!" He grinned.

Arthur grumbled and pushed his way past the American. "Thanks. Where is it?"

He pointed upstairs. "Up there, first door on the left. My room is to the right, past the bathroom." Alfred climbed the stairs, Arthur following, albeit angrily. He was muttering nonsense to himself.

They both turned different ways and Arthur shut his door. Alfred went into his own room and pushed the door closed lazily. He dropped his towel and pulled on some boxers. They had cheeseburgers on them, set with a blue background. Alfred wore them a lot.

He pulled on a tee and walked into the hallway. Alfred knocked on Arthur's door and opened it after.

Arthur was half naked, stepping out of his wet clothes. Alfred just remembered that it was raining outside. Arthur turned around sharply and his face turned a crimson color. "W-wanker! Go away!"

Alfred was startled a bit. "Huh? Why? I just want to know what you want for dinner."

"I'm changing! What's he point in knocking if you're just going to barge in afterwards?" Arthur quickly threw on a blue shirt and a dry pair of jeans. He then stepped over to the door and slammed it in Alfred's face.

"Dude! You're in my house! You can't just slam doors in my face!" But he laughed anyway. This guy sure could turn plenty shades of red. "I'm making pizza anyway. come downstairs when you're done being such a girl."

He heard an angry response behind him, but couldn't comprehend the words because he was too far away. He ran down the stairs and slid into the kitchen. He started humming as he pulled out a frozen pizza from the freezer and put it in the oven. He thought back to what happened in the last hour or so. Glancing at the clock, he realized how late it was. Quarter to midnight. So it had been a few hours since he awoke from his nightmare.

Some random Brit was now staying at his house. Alfred unplugged his phone from the charger next to the microwave. He decided to text his Japanese friend.

[Alfred-san]

Hey dude do u hve a britsh freind or smthin?

Kiku wasn't surprised at the text. He knew Arthur must have gotten off his flight from England today. Though America's texting skills were terrible.

[Keekoo]

Hai, Alfred-san. I told him he should talk to you about getting around in America. Since you know it like the back of your hand. Your spelling is not very proficent.

Alfred read the text in surprise. He had thought maybe Arthur had been lying about being in contact with Kiku. But it wasnt exactly the truth. Kiku had said that Arthur would ask him for some pointers. Not ask to live with him! Alfred didn't mind. He was bored at college anyway. Alfred ignored the last part of the text. Spelling didn't matter. He liked talking better, no matter what anyone else said! The American made a mental note to casually ask Kiku how to spell his name, for he doubted that 'Keekoo' was the right way.

[Alfred-san]

Yea well hees livng my plce now ! i dnt mind tho, he's a cool dude despyt the girlynes haha

Kiku blinked. Girliness? He never thought of Arthur as feminine. He was also shocked that Arthur asked to stay at his place. He shrugged. It might be for the best. And who knows? Arthur might come out of his cruel little shell.

Alfed pulled the pizza out of the oven and was about to yell for Arthur, when he turned around and saw him walking into the kitchen. Alfred couldn't help but smile. This boy really was cute. His hair was in another attempt to neatness, though it was still in messy spikes. Alfred loved it. Wait, was he admiring the Brit? He couldn't help it though. He did really like him. Alfred's grin spread wider.

"What are you smiling at?" The Brit sat down at the table and looked around uncomfortably.

"Just the way your hair looks so cute on you." Arthur reddened and feebly brushed his hair with his fingers. Alfred gave Arthur a slice of pizza and smiled, putting five slices on his own plate.

Arthur's eyes widened. "Five? Are you really hungry?"

"You could say I've got a big appetite." Grin.

Arthur blushed. That grin this Alfred boy kept flashing was perfect. His white teeth could get him on a toothpaste commercial. Arthur looked down and ate his pizza.

He was glad he was staying at the American's house. Were all Americans like this? Though they didn't seem big on privacy or personal space.

Arthur could only anxiously wait for school on Monday.

A/N: This is just a starting-off story. I'm thinking 5 chapters.

I know it seems rushed, but I want things to go fast. XD Review?