I don't own Hetalia, but it would be nice if I did.

England: O_O Heavens no.

Me: Oh hush. America and England would be together if I owned Hetalia.

Chapter 1: Quality Time

Alfred and his brother Matthew are having family time together at Matt's house. The Canadian and the American are watching a movie when suddenly Al decides to spring a personal question on his twin.

"Say, what do you think of Francis?" America casually brought up.

Matt, who was currently drinking iced tea, choked and sprayed the tea all over. "What made you bring that up all of a sudden?"

Alfred smirked. "Oh, no reason. I'm just curious."

Matt started blushing. "He's just a friend!" He replied defensively. "How about Arthur, then?!" he shot back at America.

"Oh, Iggy?" Al grinned. "Iggy's fun to tease, especially when he gets mad."

And he's so cute when he gets pissed.

"Oh come on! It's obvious you like Arthur!" Canada threw up his hands in frustration, but also secretly happy that the conversation was veering away from France and Canada's love life.

Alfred was not convinced. "No I don't! It's obvious that you have a crush on France! So, how about this, we try to figure out whether they like us without telling them outright."

"So, how are we going to do that?" Canada gasped.

"Easy. I know how to get Arthur to crack," America replied cunningly. He was planning on getting England drunk.

"But I don't know how to get France to confess," Mattie complained.

Alfred patted him on the head. "I'll help you think of something after I work on Iggy."

~Some time later~

"Iggy. Iggy. Hey Iggy!" America popped up by England, who was walking to the exit of the Conference Room.

"AGH! Don't scare me like that you idiotic moron!" Startled and annoyed, the English nation snapped.

"Let's go to the bar today. Please? Please? Please?" Alfred begged.

"No. I am fairly busy. Go away."

Al pouted plaintively. "Aw, come on. Why not? It'll be fun."

Exasperated, Arthur gave in. "You just want to laugh at me getting drunk."

~Some time later~

"Why, you blithering idiot…why did you leave me…" England blubbered and then promptly fell asleep on the counter.

Alfred sighed, then hoisted the Brit onto his shoulders. "Come on, let's get you home."

America unlocked Arthur's house with the key he slipped out of the British nation's pocket and let himself in. Carrying England to his room, he gently laid him on the bed and pulled the blankets over him.

Alfred made his way downstairs when he was struck by a sudden bit of curiosity. I wonder what kind of weird magic stuff Iggy keeps down there in the basement.

Chuckling to himself, America made his way down the basement steps.

Outside, it had started raining and a storm was brewing.

Alfred cracked open a dusty old book with runes on it. He sneezed, then blew the dust off of it. Let's see, what should I do? Oh I know! Give France a cold! No, wait, I'm going to make England confess!

Unfortunately for him, he had gotten the wrong book. Lightning flashed outside and a bottle rolled off the shelf. It fell on the open book in America's hands and glowed bright green.

There was a flash.

A/N: And that's the first chapter! What do you guys think? Leave some reviews please!

America: *shows up eating a burger*

Me: Honestly, those are not very good for you in excess.

America: But they're so good! *mumbles through a mouthful*