AN:

I haven't written a fic on here in ages xD. So, hello everyone. This is my first Hetalia fic on fanfiction and my first ever USUK fic. So, in result of awesomeness, I put it on here.

Sorry, if the characters are OOC, and ya-da,ya-da, daaaaaa. I also apology for the shortness. I'll shut up now (and start working on my Math homework =.=). Enjoy :D

America: Yo,everybody! Nerdygal doesn't own Hetalia, if she did she would have me doing flips and stuff more often.

Skeletons in the Closet

The sun shone on the wet cobblestone streets of London. A lot of people were bustling about and shopping around, but nobody noticed the strange, blue-eyed American as he gaped up at the sky. His dark blonde hair was messy and his cowlick stuck up high in the air as if proud of its sturdiness. The American wore a bomber jacket with a 50 on the back, a Captain America t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and red converse. He tore his eyes away from the sky and sat down on a bench on the side of the street that he was supposed to meet Arthur. He looked back up at the sky in thought.

"It's not raining today. Usually it is… Hmmmm, this means he must be in a great mood!"

He smiled and took in the scenery around him. He saw a few teens dressed up as characters from a famous TV shows that England was always talking about. Wasn't it Doctor Who? Torchwood? He shrugged. He honestly didn't know what goes on in the United Kingdom. He chuckled and pulled out his iPhone to check the time. The screen read 12: 32, and Arthur was officially late. The American looked at the bustling streets in hope of seeing the familiar Englishman.

It was funny to Alfred how Arthur was late, because Arthur always nagged him about being a bit late to meetings on some days. But, this was England who was late. So, something had to be wrong. After a few minutes of anxiously waiting, the Englishman finally showed his face in the London crowd. Alfred furrowed his brow in confusion. The man looked very frazzled and worried. He had dark circles underneath his deep emerald eyes that proved he lacked sleep, and he looked paler than ever. His eyebrows were a bit bushier than normal. His shaggy, blonde hair was messier, and the way he moved seemed like he was tired. His green tie was lose around his neck and his clothes were wrinkled. Nobody seemed to notice him, but Alfred. The Brit looked at Alfred and straightened up. He must've not noticed that Alfred had seen what a mess he was already.

Arthur crossed the street over to the American. Alfred scrambled to find something to make him look busy, so Arthur wouldn't suspect that he seen him seem so…. depressing. Alfred whistled a random tune and looked at Arthur.

"Yo, Iggy!" greeted Alfred. "How ya been?"

Arthur sat down next to Alfred and sighed. This wasn't how Arthur really acted. By now, he would've fought with Alfred about the way he was talking; but today he seemed to be out of it.

"I've been fine," he replied tiredly as he looked out into the distance. "I've just been...really busy."

Alfred lightly laughed.

"I can tell," Alfred replied laughing. "Your eyebrows are even bushier."

Arthur didn't crack a single smile, or protest against that comment.

"Something seriously has to be wrong." thought Alfred.

Arthur heaved another deep sigh.

"Arthur," asked Alfred with concern slipping in to his voice. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine," snapped Arthur. "I don't need you to be worrying about me."

Alfred shook his head dismissal fashion.

"I'm not worried about you," he said. "I'm just concerned because you look like you haven't slept in ages."

Alfred and Arthur's eyes meet. Alfred's deep blue bore into Arthur's green.

"Now," said Alfred. "tell me what's wrong."

Arthur looked away and sighed.

"Alfred, you wouldn't get it." he said. "You never get it."

"Try me."

Arthur just shook his head.

"Listen," he said. "I have to leave. I'm sor-"

"Already?" interrupted Alfred. "But, you just got here."

Arthur sighed in desperation and glanced at his watch.

"Alfred, I have to go."

The Englishman stood up and walk away from the American. Alfred looked at him strangely. He watched Arthur check his watch again and let out a sigh in frustration. Arthur then turned on the corner of the street and vanished out of looked up at the sky dumbfounded.

"What the hell was that?"

That was the only thought that ran through his head at the moment. First, he comes looking bad. Then, he's keeping something from Alfred. Arthur was never one to keep secrets from Alfred; unless it was necessary. But, this, this wasn't necessary. Whatever Arthur was keeping from him must be causing him to lose a lot of sleep. The American stood up and chased after Arthur. He wasn't going to let Arthur get away without telling him why he was acting strange.