Herro fellow readers! Please enjoy this one-shot I felt like writing randomly. Maybe -if requested by enough reviewers- I'll write a few more chapters.

Disclaimer- I don't own Hetalia or Alfred (unfortunately)


Alfred F. Jones was laying on a couch in his home, all alone. He sighed as he raised a double big mac above his face and stared at it. He was very tempted to take and savour a beautiful bite of the gorgeous and tasteful burger, but a sudden banging at the front door startled him and made him react quickly by throwing his burger to the side.

"The door's open!" He yelled in an attempt to stay on the couch.

The door creaked open, followed by it being closed as a man walked through the doorway and entered Alfred's household. Alfred wasn't very curious as to who was at the door, so he continued to rest up. The house guest wandered throughout the home until he had come across Alfred laying on the couch.

"You shouldn't be leaving your front door open, you ass hat."

Alfred widened his eyes at the British man standing nearby. He thought he was busy in England for a business trip for the next week.

"What brings you to America, Arthur?"

"We just wanted to stop by, mon ami."

Francis appeared from behind Arthur and twirled around. He gave out his annoying french laugh and continued to spin wildly.

"Dude, could you stop doing that? You might break something."

Francis frowned before he took a seat on the other couch. Arthur slowly crouched down next to Alfred and gave a sad smile.

"So, how are you doing?" He asked with a heavy british accent.

"This diet sucks ass, yo!" Alfred wined while Arthur stood up and grabbed his attention.

"Well, it's for the better and it's not a diet, it's a life style choice."

The man on the couch sighed before sitting up. He was stressed out, hungry, and he really missed the meaty, juicy flavour of those beefy burgers he used to eat daily.

"How much longer do I have to go through with this, man?"

"For the rest of your life, you twit!"

Alfred gasped at the statement Arthur had just yelled. He was completely unaware he had to go through with this 'life style choice' for the rest of his life. He honestly thought he would get to stop in another week or two

"WHAT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME, DUDE?! I'VE ALREADY BEEN DOING THIS FOR TWO WEEKS!"

"Apparently you don't understand the meaning of life style choice."

The blue eyed dude stood up and gazed into the green eyed one in front of him. He painted a long frown on his face and pointed his eyebrows downward. Arthur slowly began to feel for Alfred, but then Alfred started to flail his arms wildly and continued wining.

"I WANT TO EAT BURGERS!"

"Would you quit acting like a child?"

"Yeah, Alfred, don't you want to become sexy like, moi?"

Alfred paused his actions and thought about the consequences momentarily. The rush of ideas and dreams overwhelmed him as he sat back down onto the couch. He held his face with his hand and began to silently sob. Arthur knelt over and placed his hand on Alfred's shoulder.

"Are you sure you can handle continuing with this?" Arthur questioned softly. Alfred lifted his face from his hand and stared at Arthur with a smirk. He instantly punched Arthur, square in the face and leaped towards the double big mac he threw away several minutes earlier. The british man lay on the ground, holding his face in pain as the french man jumped towards Alfred.

"YOU DUMBASS, GET OFF OF ME!" Alfred shouted as he grabbed the meaty sandwich off the carpet and took a large bite.

"NO! YOU HURT ARTHUR AND NOW YOU'RE RUINING YOUR LIFE! DO YOU NOT RESPECT YOURSELF, ALFRED?!" Francis yelled in Alfred's face before smacking him so hard the chewed-up burger from his mouth flew out.

The echo of the slap echoed throughout Alfred's large home. The pair stopped what they were doing and stayed in the positions they were in. Alfred widened his blue eyes at Francis as the slight sound of a door knob being turned was sounded, but it was disregarded.

"You're right, I shouldn't be doing this after all of my heroic hard work."

Alfred pushed Francis off of him and stood up. He sighed once more before walking over to Arthur. Alfred extended out his arm to help out the bloody, british mess on the floor. Arthur took it gladly and stood up.

"Sorry man, I should have, like, totally listened to you." Alfred apologised and wiped the blood from Arthur's hand on his pants.

"Damn right, you bloody git!"

"Here, I'll go get a rag."

Alfred slowly and discreetly walked from the room until he was stopped.

"You are going to come back, non?" Francis asked as Alfred rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Totally dude! I'll be back in a sec, for sure- SUCKERS!"

Alfred full out bolted through the narrow hallway, only to be quickly chased and tackled down by Francis and Arthur.

"You really thought we would let you get away, you arse?!"

Many kicks and punches were thrown out against each other as the three tossed and turned. At first, it was two against one, but then Arthur and Francis began fighting each other and continued their century long feud, so it became a free-for-all.

"W-What are you guys doing?" Somebody whispered so quietly that only Alfred noticed.

"Did you dudes hear that?" He asked as he let go of Arthur's hair.

"No, what are you talking about?" Arthur answered as he let go of Francis' hair.

"You guys must be delusional." Francis sung out as he let go of Alfred's hair to comb down his own.

"I-I'm not surprised, but you three should really look at yourselves right now."

Alfred rotated his head around the hallway until he found Mathew, standing at the very end of it. He was holding his bear, Kumajiro, and looked slightly frustrated, but Alfred didn't notice his facial expression. Alfred walked over to him and stared at his bear strangely.

"Hey, Mathew, when did you get here?" Alfred pondered as purple eyed man's face grew to a deep shade of red.

"I came in with Francis and Arthur!" Mathew stammered softly. Although Mathew was very angry and agitated with Alfred; he still had no clue because he was completely oblivious to his maple-loving brother's feelings.

"What have you been doing this whole time, man?!"

Mathew took a deep breath and tried to calm down before taking out all his anger on Alfred and ending up full-out raging. All of his built up frustrations and annoyance couldn't stay inside him any longer, so he had to let it out. Mathew had been planning exactly what to say when the day came and now he was ready. He opened his mouth and was ready to begin yelling, only to find Alfred speaking with Arthur.

"Dude, I'm totally starved! Let's go out and get something to eat!"

"You bloody twit, do you even remember why this fight began?"

"Well, what else can we eat?!"

"I could whip up some-"

"I COULD MAKE US ALL LUNCH!" Francis shouted to prevent Arthur from any further thoughts and actions, only to result in a bewildered Arthur.

"It's fine, I'd rather cook something then eat your tasteless food, you frog."

"Non, I will make lunch and THAT'S THAT!"

The French man stormed off towards the kitchen, followed by an angered Brit. Alfred, who would legitimately eat a cow at the time, stayed close behind the two and complained that Arthur's food 'sucks ass'. The group completely forgot about their appearance from fighting, so it -for various reasons- was a good thing that they decided not to eat out.

Mathew was left all alone once again. All of his built up rage settled down within him. His pet polar bear suddenly looked up at him and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm- oh forget it, Kuma."


I hope you guys like this possible introduction chapter. I have this all planned out if this story is continued. R&R if you care, please and thank you. *bows slighty in a respectful way with Japan's theme playing in the backround*

I will now run away.

*runs away dramatically and trips over thin air*

Oops.