A/N: This is my first story. I hope it's not too bad. I only just wrote this a few hours ago, right after school ended. I know it might seem kinda slow, but this story will pick up later on, hopefully. We'll see. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Arthur's POV

"Watch out!"

Looking up from my phone a second too late, I stumbled as a young boy crashed into me. The phone got torn out of my hand and cracked once it hot the sidewalk. The glass Voss water bottle I had been holding shattered into pieces when it got knocked out of my hand. I was also knocked down, and because I had such great luck, my hands landed in the pile of shards. I could feel my face blazing from pain and anger as I gingerly picked myself up.

"YOU BLOODY GIT! WHY WON'T YOU BLOODY AMERICANS LOOK WHERE YOU'RE GOING?" I roared, shaking my hands.

"Ohmygod, I am so, so sorry! Oh, crap, we need to get you to the emergency room!" the boy frantically shouted.

Suddenly, a tall, American teenager pushed his way through the people that had suddenly begun to crowd around me. He gently took me by the shoulders and eased me up from the awkward crouch I was in. However, instead of letting me go, like I assumed he would, he lifted me up into his arms.

"Let go of me, you wanker!" I shouted. I was in a really good mood today.

"Here, lemme help you to the emergency room. I'll drive you there," he said, ignoring me. "Come on, Mattie. You're coming too." The younger boy didn't dare look at me as he walked beside me to what I assumed was his car.

Alfred opened the door for me and helped me into the passenger's side of the car. I noticed that the younger boy, Mattie, sat diagonally behind me, as to not disturb me again. Alfred got into the driver's seat, and drove off. He looked over with his big blue eyes at me, and smiled. I flushed, again. Inwardly, I cursed my cheeks for turning red at the most inopportune moments. I was pretty sure he was going above the speed limit, but I didn't say anything, because the shock was starting to wear off, and my hands were starting to hurt terribly.

(Alfred's POV)

I took off with the injured British guy in my car. Wow, I thought. I will finally be a hero today! Maybe they'll put this heroic deed into the newspaper or somethin'.

I sneaked a glance at the Brit's face. He was seventeen at the youngest. I couldn't help but stare at his eyebrows. They were huge! They reminded me of the last time I went to the zoo, where there were a bunch of really big caterpillars that had, like, a bunch of fur all over them. His eyes were green, exactly the color of emeralds. Although his eyebrows were really clown-like, his eyes complimented his sandy hair.

I turned back to the steering wheel. I could feel the Brit sneaking peeks at my face once every while. I didn't mind. I was doing the same thing to him. At one point, we both looked at each other at the same time. This caused him to blush deeply and look away quickly. I thought that was cute.

"My name is Arthur," a low, musical British voice said. "Thank you for taking me to the hospital."

"No probs, bro. Just being a hero, that's all! Oh, and by the way, this is my younger brother, Mattie." I pointed back to my brother.

"I gathered that," Arthur muttered.

(Arthur's POV)

After a slightly awkward ride to the emergency room, I got my hands picked clean of glass, and stitched. After that torture, I turned to Alfred.

"Where to, Artie?" Alfred said cheerfully.

I scowled at this, in order to not let him know that I liked this nickname. "Well, I'm a transfer student, and I just got off the plane from London. I'm staying at this address, with a Mr. and Mrs. Jones." I handed Alfred a slip of paper with the address on it.

Alfred looked up at me, astonished. "That's my house! You're gonna go to Woodchester High School, right?"

I nodded, speechless. Was I really going to stay at this person's home?

And so we drove off to his house. I was beginning to dread staying in America.

A/N

I hope you enjoyed it! Please comment anything that is a problem, like any misspelled words or something like that. I would like to make this story better as it goes on, so any comments are extremely valuable in writing this story :)

Signing out now!

-Mitch

I do not own Hetalia, although I would love to. But, if I did own Hetalia, judging by the first chapter, it wouldn't be as good as the original version XD