Author's note: This is my first fanfic so go easy on me. I love England and America so I decided to write a story about them. This will mostly be fluff and maybe a little lemon. Not sure yet. Reviews are greatly appreciated! Human names are used.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Chapter 1:
Arthur Kirkland was a very private man when it came to his feelings. The only person who could drag those feelings out of him was his friend Kiku, or Japan. Arthur liked talking to Japan because Japan always knew what to say. The main thing the two men talked about was America, or Alfred F. Jones.
America made England weak at the knees. His bright blue eyes, blond hair, and obnoxious voice completely made England's heart melt. England could never come to terms to how he felt about America. Each time he tried to admit that he was in love with the tall blond, his throat got choked up.
One day at a World Conference meeting, America let Germany do all the talking. Now why is America acting so strange? thought England. Usually America did most of the talking and was boasting at what the hero he was. Arthur liked when America talked. It gave him an excuse to look at him.
But today, Alfred kept his mouth shut and took notes. America was actually taking notes! England caught America looking at him a few times. Once, France wrote down that America was watching England and passed it to him. England blushed and wrote that he had noticed. France smiled and raised an eyebrow, clearly asking if anything was going on between the two countries. England shook his head and looked across the table at a very confused America. England zoned out of the meeting and as soon as the meeting was over, he went back to his room that he had to share with America.
England decided that since America hadn't come back home yet, he would take a shower. As soon as he jumped in, he heard the bedroom door open and shut. He figured it was America coming back from the meeting. He pictured America sitting on his bed with a bag of McDonald's. England knew how much America loved McDonald's. He could never understand how someone could eat so much junk food but never gain any weight.
After he was done with his shower, he grabbed a fluffy white towel and walked out. America looked up from the burger he was eating. "Hey." America said. His blue eyes seemed troubled, although England couldn't bring himself to ask if anything had happened.
"Hey back America."
"Um… Arthur… Would you mind calling me Alfred? I think you calling me America is too formal. Or at least call me Alfred when we're not at a conference."
"Sure Ameri- I mean Alfred. Is everything okay? You've been acting different lately." Arthur was glad that America wanted England to call him Alfred. What was going on with that bloody git anyway? He should be saying how much of a hero he was, not being all sentimental and proper.
"Yeah everything is fine. I just don't really care for the way France looks at you… Like, today at the meeting, he totally was looking at you like he wanted to devour you! You didn't even seem to notice that. Artie, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm jealous." Well. Alfred didn't really have a reason to be jealous. If anything, Arthur thought that France wanted America. Arthur had been in love with Alfred for a really long time. No one in the world could make Arthur feel the way America could. Arthur would do anything just to see America smile or to hear his loud laugh.
"Why the bloody hell would you get jealous of that frog? You know that I don't care too much for the man." Please tell me you're only jealous because you're in love with me too. Arthur was only acting like he was upset to hide how he felt. Sadly, that didn't work. It seemed that America paid a great deal of attention towards England, but England had never noticed. He was too busy gawking at the beautiful man to realize that America was doing the same thing. Arthur was putting on his clothes and could feel Alfred staring at him.
"Because… Ah! Arthur, you have no idea the effect you have on me. You make me crazy sometimes! I thought something was going on with you and that pervert France! Arthur I love you. I love you. I love your emerald green eyes and your messy hair. I love that you get upset at small things. I love that you snore when you sleep. I love that you actually think you can cook, but in reality you can't. I've been changing the way I act and speak to impress you. I know that you've noticed it. So many times while you sleep, I've wanted to snuggle up next to you. I need you Arthur Kirkland. I refuse to live my life without you."
Arthur was speechless. Arthur had practiced in his head what he would say if America admitted to him that he was in love with him. Now, here was Alfred pouring his heart out and Arthur was speechless. Arthur's eyes began to tear and overflow. He looked at the American to see that he, too, was crying.
"Oh you bloody git! Do you know how long I've waited to hear you say that? Of course I love you Alfred. I have for such a long time. You make me weak but at the same time so strong. I've wanted to catch your attention for years now. Your sky blue eyes mesmerize me. Your loud, obnoxious laugh catches my breath. I love that when France teases you, you push up your glasses and get all red. You're so beautiful Alfred. I've waited year after year to admit to you how I feel about you. You're the only man for me Alfred F. Jones. I love you more than the sun that rises each morning. I love you more than my Earl Grey tea. I need you." Alfred got up and walked over to Arthur. Alfred stood over him and cupped his face in his hands. He looked right into those emerald eyes and muttered, "I needed to hear that." And with that, the two locked lips. Arthur wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck, pulling onto his bed. Alfred had his arms around Arthur's waist. It was the sweetest kiss the two had ever had.
After they separated the looked into each other's eyes. "What is this now?" Alfred asked, still holding on to the Briton.
"The start of something new." Arthur said, giving the American one last kiss.
