Hello there! This is the first Hetalia fanfiction (first ever fanfiction, actually) I've published. So it's going to be fluffy and adorable and shiz, not really that exciting. It's, essentially, a getting-my-feet-wet fic. So bear with me.
From the moment Arthur Kirkland met Alfred Jones, he knew he hated him. Everything from the man's bomber jacket, to his infuriatingly blue eyes, to his dazzling smile, screamed I'm American and I can do whatever the hell I want. Not that Arthur had anything against Americans, per se. It was that carefree, devil-may-care attitude that irked the Englishman. Alfred knew no responsibility, no inhibitions. The freedom with which he lived his life angered Arthur to no end.
Arthur had to work hard to put himself through college; Alfred had a free ride because he was the star of the football team. Arthur had to study late into the night to keep his grades up; Alfred partied until the wee hours of the morning but still managed a 3.2 GPA. Seeing that football star from afar, Arthur couldn't help but feel a sting of jealousy and rage. Why couldn't he do everything as effortlessly as Alfred Jones?
So it was understandable that Arthur was a little surprised, a little embarrassed, and more than a little pissed off when Alfred plunked himself down across from Arthur while he was studying in the library.
"What are you doing here, Jones?" Arthur said after a silence, his voice carefully icy. He did not look up from his laptop, but somehow he sensed Alfred's smile. He could imagine the dim light from the lamps overhead glinting on those flawless pearly whites. He could imagine the twinkle in those damn perfect sky-blue eyes, even behind the glasses. Maddeningly, he felt his cheeks heat up slightly. Get a hold of yourself, Kirkland!
"Oh, just studying for an exam tomorrow." His voice was airy, carefree. Arthur felt his brows lower into a deep scowl. The charm was turned up high, and he refused to succumb to it. He also had no patience for small talk, since he had an exam to study for as well. So with a frustrated sigh, he snapped his laptop shut and turned his full attention to the football player.
He had forgotten how vexingly attractive Alfred Jones was. True, they had rarely talked before this moment, but Arthur had always been very aware of Jones. He was just the sort of person that people couldn't help but notice. He had wonderful, constantly windswept dirty blond hair. He even had the cutest little cowlick that, somehow, never drooped. Behind the glasses were the infamous, beguiling azure eyes. And below the eyes was a full, constantly smiling mouth with lips that Arthur just couldn't take his eyes off of. Rounding it all off with an athletic body and a laid-back, charming personality – Arthur could understand why Jones was so popular with the ladies. It's just meaningless lust, Arthur told himself firmly as he felt the tips of his ears reddening at his traitorous thoughts. I refuse to let Jones manipulate me because of my sexuality. There is absolutely nothing between us.
"I'm in no mood to play games with you, Jones," Arthur snapped to cover up his blushing. "What is it you want from me? I have important things to do." He tried to insert as much pompousness into it as he could, but the overall effect was ruined by his goddamned blush. Alfred's mouth twisted into a smirk, and Arthur's heart beat a little faster. He mentally kicked himself.
However, the smile faded until Alfred was wearing a serious expression that was rarely ever seen on his face. Arthur stared at him, bemused. I wish he would spit it out already. What is wrong with this boy?
"Arthur." The single name, spoken in that rich baritone, sent shivers up and down Arthur's spine. Blue eyes caught green ones and held them. There was another silence, then: "Arthur, would you please be my boyfriend?"
See? Short and drabbley. I hope you liked, anyway. :3