Title: Subsidal

Rated: M for mature

Warnings: yaoi, shonen-ai, cusssing, mature themes, and future other stuff... in other chappies. But for right now nothing too bad.

Summary: "Which backstreet boy is gay?"... "None of them are, Artie." Arthur is the guitarist in Alfred's band, but knowing them nothing will go normally. Pairings inside.

Pairings: US/UK PruCan Spain/Romano France/everybody (other pairings hinted at.)

Alfred F. Jones

S-Class

Country: United States of America

Favorite Weapon: Guitars and Guitar Picks

Other: Eccentric, hero-obsessed. Raised by the United Kingdoms of Great Britain and Northern Ireland

Alfred was happy. Not because his band, Subsidal, was joining Battle of the Bands, but that he'd finally gotten the best guitar player a teenager could ask for.

Not only was Arthur short and cute with strange eyebrows, but he was the best guitar player in the school. They were dorm-mates, you could say. So after hearing them play, Arthur Kirkland joined Subsidal and now it was the awesomest band ever.

Because Matthew was the bassist, Kiku was the drummer, Arthur was the guitarist, and Alfred was the oh-so talented singer! Who added back up guitar.

When it was a weekend, Arthur and he would get drunk and high and they'd sing and thrum away at their guitars and write songs all night long until one of them croaked. This was the life.

But Alfred had realized it had gone beyond friendship, and that he'd fallen for Arthur. Which could be a good thing, or a very bad thing. They might've been really good friends, but Alfred was sure that Arthur was straight enough to make it impossible.

So that little secret was staying in the closet. And he was dreadfully afraid that at one of Francis's parties Francis would find out, and worse, tell Arthur. Because now that the drinking age had changed, they couldn't get drinks from Ivan anymore, and now Francis was the only one that did.

All in all, he knew that someday that secret would come out and he wouldn't know what to do about any of it. Arthur would reject him right away, he just knew it. And he didn't know how he would handle that.

And so now, on his walk home from college to the dormitories, he couldn't get his mind to wrap around it.

Earlier he would've laughed and said that Artie was just a really good friend, but that was a lie now. Earlier, if someone had told him he would be gay, and gay for Arthur, he would've grabbed his girlfriend and kissed her as proof he wasn't in fact gay, and hardly for Arthur, no less.

Less than an hour ago he had broken up with said girlfriend, and was now entertaining a single status. For the second time in his life, he was single. Once he'd hit 5th grade, he'd had a girlfriend all the way to college. They went pretty quickly, just like the last one. But usually he'd already have a better offer than the girl he was with, so he switched after saying yes to that one girl.

And that was how he'd stayed unavailable for 9 years running.

And now he was single. For the second time in his life, he didn't have a girlfriend, and for the first time in his life, he didn't want one.

He wanted Arthur, and no one else.

It was pretty shocking, since the reason he'd started this band was to get a prettier girlfriend, less dependable and more wild and ready so he could call Arthur and leave him snide text messages saying not to come home that night because he was doing his girl.

And Arthur came up again. Stupid brit never entirely left his mind.

Alfred would admit that he was sort of like a school girl, thinking about his crush all the time, but that was uke behavior, and he was not the uke here. He was definitely the seme.

If they ever got together, that is.

He looked up at the sky, thinking about the fight he'd had with Arthur. It had been enormous. But he knew that it was the right thing to do.

They'd been roommates back then, and Arthur sort of had been his babysitter. He'd been living with Arthur and his parents. Let's just say Arthur's parents started to hate him, saying he was too American in his beliefs and that his big mouth would get him nowhere… it had gotten overbearing, Alfred had stormed off into their room to hide; but that didn't work because Arthur began to take his parent's side.

Alfred had wanted to move out, that was all. He was old enough, and he had enough money. But Arthur wanted him to stay, and he'd wanted to leave. It escalated into something huge. Alfred won, Alfred moved out, but he left Arthur sitting in the mud crying 'Why? Dammit, why?.

And they didn't talk for two or three years after that. Until they were getting college dorms, and Alfred was walking into his new room with a pile of stuff so high he couldn't see where he was going, and he ran straight into Arthur. They were covered in his stuff and clothes, and sprawled out on the floor.

The time after that was awkward. They didn't know what to say, Alfred started with 'Hey… Imagine seeing you again after all this time?", and he answered with a "I hate you, you bloody git"

And ever since, they'd been friends again.

But those two years made him realize exactly how strong his feelings were for Arthur. And Alfred was never letting something come between them again.

Arthur was too important to him now. Him, and Subsidal.

It was a Friday night, that much he was positive of, but everything just started going upside down after that. Arthur Kirkland didn't know how to deal with these things. Francis just said that Alfred was absolutely positively in love with his girlfriend and then next ten minutes, Francis comes back running to him saying they've broken up, and that it was because Alfred was absolutely positively in love with him.

So he ran home, grabbed his guitar and began playing Metallica somewhere down town near China Town just to avoid Alfred F. Jones. That wasn't your normal occurrence.

He'd already gotten five dollars in the hat he put out, and he was letting people request songs. And when he didn't get any requests, he just played whatever it was he wanted to. Nothing he and Alfred had ever played together, he was strictly avoiding that. Unless it was requested.

Lovino and Antonio came over and asked for a few songs, and they'd donated. They would be back any time now. They always seemed to be together, but that was none of his business.

"Arthur, seriously. It was just France. Alfred doesn't have those types of feelings for you" Antonio chided, dragging Lovino over with him. "Just go home. If you want to move out of your dorm, being a street performer won't get you anywhere, although you're amazing at it."

Arthur began strumming a backstreet boys song, and he started singing the weird Al lyrics along with it. Lovino got an anger mark on his forehead, and he dragged Antonio off somewhere else.

He found it odd that he was singing about gay boys when that was his exact problem.

"Which backstreet boy is gay?" He sung softly until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"None of them are, Artie. What're you doing downtown? I thought you said you were getting groceries so I could cook dinner." Alfred said cheerfully. Arthur began playing another song, ignoring the American.

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night. Take these broken wings and learn to fly" He sung, hoping Alfred would get a clue and leave him alone.

Hm… Get a Clue could be his next song.

"I love the Beatles, Arthur. What ever message you're trying to get across, I'm not getting it." Alfred sat down next to him on the fountain Arthur had chosen to play on.

"You were only waiting for this moment to arrive" He continued the song, thrumming it without stopping.

Alfred stuck his hand on the strings.

"What're you trying to say? You don't want to talk to me?" Arthur pried his fingers off the guitar, and he began playing yet another song.

"Hot days make me hot and might shake me.
I don't know how but somehow save me.
And I know that I'm making something
Out of this life they call nothing.

I take what I want, take what I need.
They say it's wrong but it's right for me.
I won't look down, won't say I'm sorry.
I know that only god can judge me.

And if I make it through the day,
Will tomorrow be the same?
Am I just running in place?
And if I stumble and I fall,
Should I get up and carry on?
Will it all just be the same?

'Cause I'm young and I'm hopeless.
I'm lost and I know this.
I'm going nowhere fast and that's what they say.
I'm troublesome, I'm fallen.
I'm angry at my father.
It's me against this world, and I don't care.
I don't care."

Alfred waiting for Arthur to finish the chorus, and then he grabbed Arthur's guitar from him. Arthur dropped the guitar pick into Alfred's hand. Alfred blinked.

"W-what?" he asked, looking at the previously singing brit.

"I don't want the people around us to be music-less. So play something while we talk, since you're determined to prevent me from playing anything" he said flippantly, or what he hoped was flippantly. Alfred just nodded, and began playing some Nickelback song while he attempted to talk to the blonde next to him.

"Why are you here, in the first place?"

"I was avoiding you." Arthur spit out. Who cares if he told the truth. Maybe he'd get some real answers for once.

"Why?"

He looked away quickly. He could hardly say France told him that Alfred loved him. He just mumbled some made up crap that made sense.

"I heard your girlfriend broke up with you and I didn't want to be around Mr. Mope-Pants."

"Actually, it was the other way around. I broke up with her, 'cause I didn't like her anymore." Alfred said, switching songs.

"I despise Taylor Swift. That song reminds me too much of-" Arthur cut himself off before he could say us. So Alfred laughed and began to sing in a clear voice the lyrics of said hated song.

"You're on the phone with your girlfriend
She's upset
She's going off of about something that you said
Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

I'm in the room
It's a typical Tuesday night
And I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like
And she'll never get your story like I do.

Cause she wears short skirts
I wear T-shirts
She's cheer caption
And I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day
Where you wake up and find
That what you're looking for
Has been here the whole time

If you can see that
I'm the one who understands you
Been here the whole time
So why can't you see
You belong with me
You belong with me"

Arthur hated to do it, but he interrupted the song, and snatched the nearby guitar pick from Alfred to keep him from continuing.

"I hate that song." Arthur said.

"Really, I like it." Alfred said smiling.

Arthur looked away, afraid that Alfred would see him blush. Well, it was true that said song fit them to the dot.

And it scared the crap outta him.

The manager of the downtown square asked them if they'd like to come play on Saturday mornings when the farmer's market took place. Arthur agreed, he always loved to play music and people watch whenever he had a chance. And two bucks an hour didn't seem bad.

Alfred was working a double shift at McDonalds on Saturday, one in the morning and one in the after noon, so he thankfully declined, and apologized.

After that the two of them left for their dorm, joking about the people reactions when they begun to play "What I bought on eBay."

And Alfred had never felt better in his life. Music, hamburgers, and Arthur was all he really needed to be happy. When you threw in 600 channels on T.V, a gallon tub of ice cream, a bunch of kick-ass friends, Subsidal, apple pie, and a bazooka, Alfred was sure there was nothing better in the world.

Wait, there could be something better. You add a neon pink iPod, the internet, a trampoline, Arthur kissing him, mashed potatoes and Kentucky fried chicken, hot dogs, baseball, soccer, and whipped cream, you got heaven.

It was a Friday night, so Arthur was all his, that is if they didn't want or host an unintentionally planned party at their house. Like what seemed to be happening as they walked into their dorm.

Francis smiled and waved with one empty hand. Feli peeked his head out from the kitchen.

"Ve~ you have no pasta, Arthur" Feli said with a chiding frown. Kiku nodded.

Ludwig sighed. "Not everyone has to have a lot of pasta like you, Feli"

Antonio laughed. "Lovi, do we have any pasta at our house?"

"No we don't, fucking bastard" Lovino scowled, and tried to wiggle out of Antonio's grip, and his lap.

Francis used his empty hand to gesture to the other one. The other one held a beer can. Alfred grinned. He liked beer just as much as any other, and knowing the Frenchman, he'd have plenty.

Gilbert had already snagged a can, and was gulping it down. Matthew smiled and waved.

"I get the feeling this won't end well…" Arthur said, groaning. Francis just smiled.

"You'll be the most wasted of us all, Angleterre. Just don't grab your guitar and strum along to my wonderfully sung version of the barney song" Francis said, his smile turning into a smirk. Arthur flushed, holding his hands up in what looked like surrender.

"Don't pick on me just because I saw you screaming 'Edward Cullen has such a hard~ sexy… marble~ penis~' " Arthur teased, albeit sarcastically, and Alfred felt his heart skip a beat. Iggy was teasing Francis?

Well, that just ruined the best day of his life. Shi-I-it. That just made him miserable. And today had been going quite well, in his aspects.

"I did not say that about mon petit Edward! I said that you did~" Francis teased right back.

A plane crashed into the white house right then. Canada suffered by a sudden outbreak of swine flu. The remaining Prussian people living in Germany started to mass hallucinate. Japan had a stock market crash. Germany had a terrorist bombing of a small girl's house. 60 of Italy's citizens were taken captive by Spain for a one week love training program.

Britain began buying massive imports of killing weapons from Iran, planning an attack on France.

Alfred suddenly got a massive headache and his whole body felt stiff. Matthew wouldn't stop coughing. Gilbert starting talking about unicorns. Kiku looked like he just had a heart attack. Ludwig froze, and Feli was off somewhere in the kitchen making handmade pasta. Antonio cuddled Lovino a little closer than he'd been before.

But the person who reacted the worst had to be Arthur. He froze and he began talking about seeing how Feli was doing in the kitchen so he could ferret a knife back to kill Francis, but Alfred ushered him away.

"Was it something I said?" Francis asked. Every single soul in the room was after him.

Arthur wanted to slice that fucking frog's neck off right then and there. And he would've if Alfred hadn't dumped him in a bunch of freezing cold water. Now he wanted to take them both down.

"Just let me kill the frog." Arthur growled, but Alfred whined softly against the bathtub's rim.

"I'm not letting you go, Arthur. I don't care if Francis dies tonight, but I don't want to have to deal with you afterwards. You'll feel horrible. Even worse than you did, when I… left-"

"Shut up! Nothing will be as bad as that, nothing ever again. That was the worst thing that could've happened to me at the moment in time! I was practically dead when you left!" Arthur yelled, struggling against the arms that kept him in the cold water even though it was futile attempt.

"I-we talked this over, Artie. We both agreed that your parents hated me and never wanted to see me again, they picked on you because of me, I was hurting all of you!" Alfred had to resist the urge to wrap his arms around Arthur's neck.

"Those two years were torture for me! And you insist it was for the better? Are you sadistic? DO YOU ENJOY MY PAIN?" Arthur was screeching now. Alfred wasn't sure of what to do right then. Surely he was being unreasonable but the American didn't know how to handle the red faced, flustered, bitter brit he could hardly deny he was in love with. It'd be wrong, but all he wanted to do was place a soft kiss on Arthur's lips to shut him up, and then hug him unto till he no longer left anything but comfort.

Francis picked the perfect time to pop his head in and giggle.

"Nice bath party you have going on, can I join?"

"HELL NO!" Arthur shook the hands off of him and attempted to run after the frog.

But wet socks and slippery floors are the perfect way to make an insta-fall. Arthur slipped and Alfred jumped to catch him.

It didn't work out so well, Arthur's head collided with his knee, and Alfred collided with the door.

"OW!

"BLOODY HELL, ALFRED!"

Both of them rubbed their heads.

After ten minutes of vague cursing, and Kiku towel drying Arthur's hair as Arthur, Francis decided to distract everyone with the idea of playing a famous game that caused everyone problems. Truth, or Dare.

It was quite the distraction.

"Ve~ Doitsu, wouldn't it be fun?" Feli squealed, bouncing around. Ludwig gave him a feeble smile before sending his brother a 'get me the hell out of here' look. Gilbert laughed.

"No way in hell." Lovino stated clearly, leaving no questions to ask except the one Antonio begun to whine about.

"Why not?" Lovino had excepted his fate to sit and stay in Antonio's lap, but he was decidedly being difficult. He didn't want to play truth or dare, no way Jose. And he'd be dammed if he had to.

"Anyone who doesn't play might as well admit that I am the awesomest person in this room" Gilbert said, and then Lovino stopped struggling. No way did they just tell him if he didn't play Gilbert was better than him! Hell no! If those were the rules, he was playing. Alfred raised an eyebrow, but joined anyways.

"Everyone should join, non?" Francis said. After a few mumbled agreements, everyone joined, even if it was albeit forcefully.

Francis started the game. It was understood that the person who suggested it got to pick the first person to pick truth or dare. And Francis picked Matthew.

"Mon petit Matthew," And here a small growl was heard by the peanut gallery, although it certainly wasn't Matthew. "Truth or Dare?"

The blonde boy smiled, hugging his stuffed polar bear to his chest.

"Truth, please."

Francis rubbed his chin, playing with the feather thin beard he was growing there. "If you saw me walk up to you wearing an elephant suit and shaking my ass, what would your reaction be?"

"I would pretend I didn't know you and go get some coffee with maple syrup in it." Matthew said cheerfully.

"Mattie!" Francis wailed, and the blonde smiled gleefully.

"I pick Kiku. Truth or Dare?" He said. Kiku looked up from his staring at his knees, and smiled.

"Dare."

"I dare you to kick Francis in the balls for scaring all of us earlier." Apparently, it didn't work as well as it was thought to.

"Gladly" Kiku got up, and, lightning fast, kicked Francis where it hurt. After a whimper, and Francis curling up to protect his nether regions from further kicking, Kiku sat down satisfied.

Kiku was a strange one. He believed in making the bastards squirm.

Lovino huffed. It was really boring just watching the whole thing. He rather wanted to be picked. Since it'd get him out of Spain's lap for awhile.

"Antonio, Truth or Dare?" And Lovino felt his heart skip a beat. Wait a second, unless Antonio picked truth, he'd have to get up. And he really didn't want to.

"Heh, I doubt I'll be able to recapture Lovi if I get up to do a dare, so I'm going the boring way. Truth." Antonio's arms stayed securely around him. Lovino almost sighed in relief.

"Uh huh…" Kiku smiled softly, and motioned towards him. "Then what is he exactly to you? You two are close, closer than best friends, and you don't think anything of holding him in your lap when most boys won't even let their girlfriends."

And Alfred seemed to have the light bulb turned on in his head. "Yea! I was thinking about that too. I didn't think it was weird, since you two are always together and stuff, but now that I think about it not even Francis is that intimate with anybody!"

"I am, but not in public, which I suppose just makes it even more intimate since Antonio doesn't mind that we can all see them."

Lovino was turning a very wonderful shade of tomato, and he began squirming to get away from Antonio again. Antonio didn't seen to react, his arms keeping Lovino in place.

"So do you like him?" Arthur asked, not seeming to remember that 'him' was right now in his presence.

"Ah, well…" Antonio smiled cheerfully at all of them before placing his nose in the crook of Lovino's neck. "He makes me happy"

Lovino was shocked beyond belief about how ecstatic those 4 words made him. His hands went up to the arms that held him in place, gripping the twin sleeves.

Apparently that's not what most people were expecting. Matthew smiled sweetly before looking over at Gilbert for a mere second. Gilbert didn't notice, but instead smacked his forehead.

"With that build up you should've said you loved him or something!" Gilbert whined. Francis nodded in agreement.

"I think it's cute." Alfred stated. Arthur smiled.

Ludwig was too focused on whatever it was he'd been doing to Feliciano's hair for the last he didn't know how long to realize anything had happened that was worth mentioning. Actually Feli, who would usually squeal ~Ve at the top of his lungs, ignored this to complete focus on Ludwig, who was still doing whatever it was he'd been doing to his hair.

Kiku smiled evilly. "Well, well, well. Keep Lovino around then. Happiness is a hard thing to cause."

"Ludwig, Truth or Dare"

The name snapped Feli out of his stupor. But Ludwig's hands had been so relaxing… He felt a strong desire to make pasta.

"Dare." Ludwig responded, getting up away from Feli. He pouted, not wanting to be left alone. Ludwig was his, no questions asked.

"I dare you to make out with Feli, since you seem so preoccupied with him" Alfred called. They'd been ignoring the game for at least four or five turns since Francis got kicked.

"What?" echoed throughout the room. Ludwig's was the loudest. Kiku was so flustered he actually slipped back into Japanese.

"Nani?" He said, a bit too late.

"Take your dare, or admit that Gilbert is all superior" Alfred smirked. Gilbert began to smirk as well. The news was starting to sink in to Feli's brain.

And then it happened. That's the thing with Germans, they just get up and do it, no foreplay required.

His lips were pressed firmly against Ludwig's. And they tasted like mini sausages. And he liked it. It didn't last all that long. Ludwig's eyes were saying sorry in their depths, but he just smiled and giggled.

"Ve~ That's fun, Doitsu!"

"Get your dirty mitts off my brother, you son of a whore! I'll castrate you if you even so much as touch him, god dammit!" Lovino screamed, struggling again against Antonio. It was so cute that Feli giggled again.

Overall a very fun game of Truth or Dare.

A/N: I dunno, I just like writing my favorite couples. This is just gonna get crazier and crazier, so yea... In case anyone is mad/curious the countries that are currently inhabiting England and America's dorm, they are Prussia, Japan, Canada, Germany, both Italys, Spain and France.

Who saw the possible PruCan? I sure as hell hinted towards it! Anyways, Axis Powers Hetalia isn't mine. Neither are any of the songs. Cookies to whoever can guess them. I will write a oneshot for you if you comment and leave the names. BTW, I'm sorry if those aren't the exact lyrics. They aren't meant to be. That's what they are singing.

EDIT: Formatting has been changed and fixed. Hopefully it's more enjoyable now that people can tell where the LINE BREAKS ARE.