Spider-chan: This fic is in celebration of my first day of summer! While other kids go outside and play, I stay here and write boy love x3 sooo worth it. Sadly, I don't own Hetalia.
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Where it all began...
Arthur/England POV
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat while the awkward silence lingered over the two of us. Not only were we not exceptionally close, but that I was sitting straight across from one of THE most obnoxious human beings in existence didn't help the situation. Suddenly, his gaze fell to the floor. I raised an eyebrow in suspicion.
"Arthur…there's something I have to ask you…" Francis muttered slowly, then trailed off for a few seconds. At this point, I detected a hint of embarrassment upon his features.
"Will you…marry me?"
I honestly thought my heart stopped for a moment as those words rang in my ears.
"What?" I felt my face flush in disgust. This seriously HAD to be a joke…
He stayed silent, seemingly expecting an answer. HAD to be a joke…
"H-Hey, Francis…today isn't April Fool's Day." I reminded him. Why would he joke me like this out of nowhere? Regardless, it wasn't funny.
An air of gloom passed over him as I stood out of my chair, nervously laughing at such a stupid joke. "What, are you too screwed up to buy a calendar?" I was still praying to God that this was a joke. Quite frankly, I was sweating bullets out of apprehension.
"No, I bought a calendar…" He trailed off again, still melancholy.
My face fell. "What's with that reaction…?" I questioned.
Abruptly, he slipped a white sheet of paper accompanied with a pen across the table to me. The words on the paper read: "Marriage Registration".
"Here ya go."
This evidently WASN'T a joke. "That's a marriage registration form, you idiot!" I bellowed. He couldn't be serious. As if I'd ever agree to such a thing!
Swiftly, his hand grabbed a firm hold on mine, pen in hand.
"No, no…its…a calendar…" His eyes turned more fierce now.
"What?" This guy was insane…
His hold grew tighter on my hand. "This is a calendar!"
Now I was growing impatient…and angry. "Let go of me!" I demanded. "You're kinda scary today."
He forced my hand downwards and towards the marriage agreement. "W-Wait up!" I protested, but it was to no avail. With his hand moving and overpowering my own, he began to form the first few letters of my name onto the sheet.
"Why the hell are you making me sign this?!" I insisted.
E-N-G….
"Cut it out!!!" I ordered.
"Hey! What is this all about, Francis?!" I struggled against him.
"This is all that's left!" He shouted back. "It's not like I want to do this!"
He broke into a pitiful sob, "But…my house is in a slump with the whole Suez Canal deal, and my superior said…that…if I don't merge with you…I…I…I might die!"
I elbowed him as best I could. He stepped back in reaction. "I don't want to marry you for that reason!" Like hell, I was going to be a scapegoat for his petty problems!
He vigorously grabbed my hand back again and practically shoved me against the desk. Try as I did to resist, he held firm. He moved the pen with my hand and began to form the last letters of my name.
L-A…
"Damnit, stop! You can't just force someone into a marriage!!"
N-D.
I felt like my heart had fallen out of my chest when I saw my full name on that paper…written in my hand…
"Yes! I'm quite grateful for this!! A lot of good will come from this, you'll see! I'm saved!" He celebrated.
While the overwhelming sense of wanting to punch this bastard in the face swept over me, another thought registered in my mind: I was legally married.
…What the hell was my boyfriend going to say?
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Alfred/America POV
I sat munching contently on my hamburger, waiting for Arthur to come back from his meeting already. He sure was taking his good old time…
When I heard the violent slamming of the back door, I knew it had to be him. Yes, that was my boy alright.
"Hi, honey!" I called from where I was sitting. Though as usual, I got no loving response.
I heard the trudging of Arthur's shoes against the floor. Judging by his face, something had happened to piss him off.
Burger in hand, I pulled my grumpy boyfriend into an embrace. "How was it?"
"…"
"Huuhhhh?" I pushed it. I was honestly curious.
His tense face stayed solid. No response.
"…Did something happen?"
"…"
"Aww, c'mon, tell me! What happened?!" I shook him slightly to snap him out of his angry trance.
His hands balled into fists and his features lowered. "You wanna know why I'm upset!?" His voice was rising in ire.
"Mhm." I replied. *munch*
"I'm MARRIED, that's why!" He barked.
It took a few moments for those words to actually register in my mind, but when they did, I did a spit take with the pieces of hamburger in my mouth.
"…WHHHAAAATTTT?!?!?!?!?"
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Spider-chan: Aww, minor France-bashing. Its okie, we still love you. I truly don't know if I should even finish this. Should I?
