Author's note:/ This is my very first fan fiction. So I hope y'all enjoy it! Reviews on what y'all think about it is always welcome!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. :P
Chapter 1: The meeting
Alfred was walking down the dark alleys of Denver with his signature bomber jacket zipped all the way up. It was a little cold because it was the middle of December. He was walking home from a long day at work. Though he was only a modest waiter, he wanted to become a chef. It's not really much of a dream, but he prefers not to serve food he can't eat. Being a chef meant you could make the food without having to hand it off to someone else yourself. He thought it was better than being tempted with the food full on. As he was pondering his thoughts, he accidently bumped into someone.
He jumped back, looked around and said, "Oh man, sorry dude!" He paused and looked down a little. This person was glaring at him with stunning green eyes.
The stranger said, "Watch where you're going, you bloody git!"
Alfred was surprised to hear the British accent all the way in Denver, but decided not to comment. "I said I was sorry. Gezz bro, lighten up." He said while keeping eye contact with those green eyes.
Alfred looked down and noticed that he made the stranger spill a liquid all over his dark green jacket. Alfred looked shocked. "I'm so sorry dude! I had no idea I spilt stuff on your jacket!"
The stranger chuckled, realizing that the boy with the blue eyes was genuinely sorry. "It's alright chap, it'll come off in the wash"
"Okay sweet, my name is Alfred, and I'm still sorry dude." Alfred said being careful not to set off the short man's temper.
"It's fine Alfred, my name is Arthur." Arthur looked up and smirked at Alfred. Arthur asked "So, what is a young man, such as you, doing wondering the alleys of Denver so late at night?"
Alfred looked at him and laughed "I'm on my way home from work, and I'm 23, so I'm not that young bro. Do you need help getting around town? I know of a café with great hot cocoa! Would you like to go? Since it would probably be best to get outta the cold asap, since your jacket is wet."
Arthur was taken aback by Alfred's bluntness. Does he even realize we aren't all buddy buddy just because he has some sort of manners? He realized Alfred just said he was 23 and Arthur started blushing slightly of embarrassment. Did he just offer to take him out or something? No, they had just met, that would be silly. "Well I'm 25, so I am fully capable of taking care of myself! That's a good idea though, I suppose. You're paying though, since you spilt my tea all over me."
Alfred laughed loudly, "Alright man! Follow me." He started walking away chuckling because Arthur was all flustered. Was he really that charming? He didn't doubt it, he was told to be quite the flirt, but never with a guy before.
Arthur followed him quietly with his head down. If he was honest with himself, he really didn't know his way around at all. Since the incident, he didn't really care where he went or who he met. No one would truly accept him for who he is anyway, so what's the point in making friends? The only reason he went with the lad was because he seemed genuinely kind.
After a bit of quiet walking, they arrived at the café Alfred was talking about. As it turns out, this is where Arthur got his surprisingly delicious tea.
Alfred laughed, "What a coincidence! Now I can buy you a new cup. I'm guessing since your accent sounds British, you'll want Earl Grey?"
Arthur tried to hide his blush and he chuckled lightly. "Actually, that's exactly what I want."
Alfred fist pumped the air happily. "Heck yeah! Go find us a table Artie! I'll order us drinks and some doughnuts."
"My name is Arthur, not 'Artie' and okay just don't get those damn jam filled, they taste like arse." Arthur said bluntly. There was no way he was ruining his jacket more that it was with the chance of jam spilling on him. He had no idea why Alfred was being so friendly with him, but he decided it was only polite to be friendly back.
Alfred laughed to himself and ordered the drinks and food. When he went to look for Arthur he saw him at a table by the window. Since this café was one that was good but wasn't too busy all the time, it was small and had a handful of round tables around the room. It was really nice, in Alfred's opinion. Anyway, when Alfred actually got a good look at him, he saw he was actually quite cute. His shaggy blonde hair complemented his eyes. He had huge eyebrows, but somehow they complemented his face perfectly. He had a slender, slightly muscled body that looked a little like a woman's but it wasn't bad, it looked good. He had on khakis with brown dress shoes. His jacket was put on the back of the chair so I could see his green vest with a white dress shirt on under it. All in all, he looked pleasant. Alfred looked away and blushed when Arthur turned to him. Was he really just staring at him? He has never looked at a dude like that. He really needed to cut back on reading those books Kiku gave him.
Arthur turned to look at Alfred and started to look him over curiously. He wasn't bad looking, he was in fact very attractive. Arthur wasn't afraid to think that since he was openly gay. Arthur could tell he worked out because his arms were tones to perfection and he just appeared to be built. He had golden blonde hair that shined with health, he even had a cowlick that stuck up on top of his head that made him look adorable. He was tan and the clothes he wore looked just right. I mean, who else could pull off a brown bomber jacket, a dress shirt with a green tie, and over that a long sleeved tan shirt and pants to match? No one, in Arthur's mind anyway. Alfred glasses didn't even take away from him being stunning. Arthur blushed deeply when Alfred approached. "It took you forever, you wanker."
At that Alfred pouted, "It took a while for them to make all the doughnuts I ordered."
Arthur looked at the 3 boxes of a dozen doughnuts and looked surprised, "What the bloody hell? Why do you need so many damn doughnuts?"
Alfred laughed and a light pink went over his cheeks. "I got 'em in case you were hungry too." Alfred said while laughing lighter than he had been at first
Arthur just laughed, took his tea in his hands, took a sip and sighed contently. Alfred smiled at this and said "So, I guess the hero did well?"
Arthur looked up shooting Alfred a half-hearted glare. "I suppose, so I guess we should start getting to know each other, then?" Alfred nodded.
From then they talked about what the other was doing with life and they joked around like old friends, even though they had just met. They exchanged contact information and said their goodbyes, promising to meet up again for another pleasant evening such as that. Alfred had to promise not to spill tea on Arthur again. Little did they know, this would be the start of chaos in the town and changes within their own mind.
