Arthur Kirkland considered himself a simple man. He did simple things, like drink tea and read. He didn't want much in the world, and he didn't expect much out of the people in it. Living in the 20th century, he figured that he had life figured out. You stay quiet, you mind your Ps and Qs, and you just might make it out alive.

Arthur was only 17, not very old, but still not very young. He could make his own decisions at this point and he had common sense to not do anything stupid. Except for his last major decision, the minute he said he would do it, he knew it would blow up in his face. He and his brothers had gotten in a fight. Being the youngest of four, he would always lose, so he threatened something that he should never even had thought of. He threatened to move from England to America.

That got his brother's attention alright. And when they said he wouldn't do it, Arthur started packing his bags. And then his brothers, being the ass holes that they are, bought him a ticket on a ship headed for Boston, Massachusetts.

Arthur didn't know what he was going to do, now that he was in America. But he did know one thing for sure, he hated the city. And he was told that he should move to the West, where there were territories not yet admitted into the Union. And so now, here Arthur was, hitchhiking on a wagon with cowboys, headed towards a territory called Oklahoma. Arthur figured that the only reason he was on the convoy was because all of the girls were begging their cowboys for him to come alone with them.

A few more things to know about Arthur, he wasn't bad looking, but he didn't try. All he did in the morning was mess up his messy mop of blonde hair, but every woman he met would fall in love with it. And he was always tired and always feeling bags under his eyes, but every woman would say that they were beautiful. And then there was the way he talked. Every American woman fell in love with the way he talked, they said it was his accent. But Arthur found that, like always, he was never attracted to any of the women who clung to his arms like magnets.

Like they were doing now. Even as he sat in the back of the wagon, hoping to look at the sky in peace, there were maybe three girls around him. One on either arm and one just behind him. They were talking about nothing, like usual, but they seemed riveted. Arthur, on the other hand, was bored to no end.

"So, what's your hometown like?" the woman on his right asked him.

"Well, it rains," Arthur sighed and all of the girls giggled. "It's not all that exciting, to be honest."

"I bet ya had plenty o' girls falling over you there," the woman behind him said excitedly. Another thing Arthur noticed here is that he disliked the accents of the people more and more the deeper he got into the country.

"Not all that much," Arthur said, removing the girl on his left's hand from his thigh.

"Bet yer were still a ladies man, ah reckon," a cowboy who was walking behind their wagon muttered.

"Didn't try to be," Arthur muttered in return.

"That's so cool!" a woman squealed. "How yer can be so cute, but not even try!"

"Sure is," Arthur muttered sarcastically.

"So yer from Britain, right?" the cowboy asked him and Arthur nodded. "Now, ah wouldn't go showin' that off here. Ah still don' like Britain after what it did a coupla hundred year ago."

"Well, I'm sorry," Arthur said. "But I had nothing to do with that."

"Sure, ye didn't," the cowboy sighed. "Ah'm also gonna warn yer. Most men don' take kindly to watchin' their women get stolen in fron' of their eyes. So, try not to talk when ye get ter yer Oklahoma town."

"Sure thing," Arthur nodded.

The girls continued to flirt with him for what felt like forever until the wagons finally stopped.

"Ye can get off now," a different cowboy told Arthur and the women instinctively clung onto Arthur tighter. "Town's just down there a way."

"Right," Arthur sighed, slipping down from the wagon. He had to say, he felt severely overdressed. Here he was, dressed in a suit, surrounded by men with dusty trousers and rolled up shirts and vests. The girls handed him down his suitcase and he nodded goodbye to them. He had to say, he was very happy as he watched them drive off, driven by horses.

Arthur looked over to where the man said the town was. There was a tiny dirt road that led off of the main dirt road and Arthur could faintly see the outline of a town far away. The sun was still high in the sky, he would have plenty of time to get there before the sun went down.

Arthur sighed and started walking. Why the hell did he have to have that stupid fight with his brothers? Now he was going to be stuck here in America for his whole life. He knew he would not be able to even look at his brothers if he came back to England.

Arthur didn't even get halfway before he heard the sound of horses running behind him. Before he knew it, one horse swept by his right side, the wind it created blowing his hair in front of his face.

"Woohoo! Well, lookie here!" a man shouted in front of him as a second horse ran a little slower on his other side. Arthur could see clearly the cowboy in front of him, he had dark hair that stuck out from underneath his hat and he had dark brown eyes. His outfit was simple, just jeans and a plaid shirt rolled up to just past his elbows. "Looks like fresh meat! Watcha think Alfred? Should we lasso him up an' bring him to town? Have 'im fer supper!"

Oh, dear God, Arthur thought to himself and stopped walking.

"Whatcha all dressed up for!" the cowboy called out to Arthur. "Seeing a purty lady?"

"Just traveling," Arthur said quickly, hoping to hide his accent from this man.

"Well now, ain't that voice special?" the cowboy cackled from on top of his horse. "Yo, Alfie! You should get 'im to Jim. See what he has to say 'bout 'im."

"No problem, Chuck," the man that Arthur supposed was Alfred finally spoke and rode ahead of Arthur slightly. This was Arthur's first good look at him. He was obviously younger than 'Chuck.' And he seemed a little more innocent, too. He wore a black hat, but his sandy, long hair stuck out underneath it. There was a tiny part of his hair, too, that stuck up right in front of his hat. His eyes matched the color of the cloudless sky above him. He had on a plain, blue shirt that he allowed to go down his whole arm, with a brown vest over it. He work dark jeans and light brown boots with spurs on them.

One more thing to know about Arthur; he was gay. He wasn't a flamboyant gay, like a Frenchman he knew back in England. But he did not like women, he knew that for sure. And there were certain men that attracted his attention more than most. This Alfred turned out to be one of those men.

Alfred could feel himself blush as he saw Alfred ride by on his horse. He tried to hide it by looking down and started walking again.

"So, what's yer name, stranger?" Alfred asked, his voice was softer than the other cowboy's.

"A-Arthur," Arthur stuttered, looking back up to Alfred.

"I…ah'm Alfred," Alfred shook his head furiously at the first word, like it was wrong.

"Nice to meet you, Alfred," Arthur nodded to him.

"So where's that accent from?" Alfred asked him.

"Um, England," Arthur said.

"Oh, yeah," Alfred rubbed the back of his head. "Knew that…"

Arthur chuckled slightly to himself. "So you live here, Alfred?"

"Um, y-yeah," Alfred said somehow uneasily. "Chuck's my…mah mentor right now. Since ah'm so young and stuff…"

"Nice mentor," Arthur sighed.

"Well, it's all ah got," Alfred said. "I wanna get away from this place soon as possible. He's my…mah best chance."

"Why do you keep on correcting yourself?" Arthur asked him.

"W-what?" Alfred seemed dumbfounded with the question.

"You keep on correcting yourself," Arthur said. "You say the proper word, but then switch it."

"Well," Alfred scratched his head. "That's 'cause…" Alfred trailed off as they entered the town. Arthur sighed. He already saw maybe 10 women turn their heads to them.

"Hey, Alfie!" a woman dressed in a purple dress with brown curls came up next to Alfred's horse. "Who's the fella with ya?"

"His name's Arthur," Alfred said, obviously relaxed, but still forcing the accent out.

"Well, ain't he cute?" another woman came up behind Alfred, this one with straight blonde hair in a bonnet and a fancy blue dress.

"Uh…erm," Alfred rubbed the back of his head nervously. Arthur looked up at Alfred curiously.

"Ah'm just kiddin' ya!" the woman laughed happily and Alfred visibly relaxed.

"I-ah'm just takin' him to Jim real quick," Alfred said.

"So, where's Chuck?" the brunette asked.

"I dunno," Alfred shrugged. "I saw him go over there a ways," Alfred pointed to a direction.

"Oooh," the blonde cooed. "He's probably gone to the city!"

"Maybe," Alfred said. Then Arthur felt someone poke his shoulder slightly. He turned to his left side, away from Alfred and saw 3 women looking at him in wonder.

"So, what's your name?" one of them asked.

"Arthur," Arthur said quickly, slightly scared of what would happen if they heard his accent.

"So, where you from?"

"We don't get many outsiders here."

"Um, England," Arthur said. "I'm from England."

"Oh, so that means you must know all about those manners and things!" a woman said excitedly.

"You should teach us some!"

"Has anyone told you yer accents cute?"

Arthur blushed at the last one. Mostly because that got Alfred's attention. His head turned around in the other direction to face them.

"Um, y-yes," Arthur nodded.

"No one 'round here looks like you," one girl said flirtatiously. "Most of 'em aren't very good lookin'. 'Cept maybe Alfie and Chuck."

"Yeah," one girl agreed with her. "They're the best catch in town!"

"But now that you're here…" one of them draped their arm over Arthur's shoulder. Arthur instinctively shrank away slightly.

"Hey, Alfred," a voice rang out, thick with seductiveness. A woman appeared with dark brown curls coming down from a bonnet. She had a pink hoop dress and her blue eyes nearly sparkled. She walked like a woman who meant business.

"Howdy, Veronica," Alfred nodded, holding onto his hat as he did so. Arthur noticed that there was a flicker in his face that said he didn't want to see her.

"Who's the fresh meat?" she asked, reminding Arthur of Chuck.

"Arthur," Alfred said, the rest of the women herding around them chiming in.

"Popular, I see," she said. "So where are you from, Arthur?"

Arthur was getting pretty tired of being asked that question.

"England," Arthur sighed and the rest of the women around him swooned.

Veronica scowled. "Well aren't you special?"

"Hey, um, listen ladies," Alfred cleared his throat. "'m sure Artie's a little tired from his travels. So, if ye could leave 'im alone fer now, that would be nice. Yer all lovely, don' get me wrong, but he's obviously not used to all this attention."

"Oh, come on, Alfie!" all of them seemed to complain at once.

"Please?" Alfred asked. The way he pleaded, mixed with his forced southern drawl, was just adorable to Arthur. But not just to him, all of the girls practically sighed dreamily and eventually left. All, but Veronica.

"You don't need me to leave, do ya, Alfie," Veronica said.

"Ah would like it very much if ya did…" Alfred rubbed the back of his head.

Veronica giggled. "Posh. You know you want me here with ya."

"I…ah don't think I do," Alfred said uneasily.

"Well, why not?" Veronica complained.

"Ah just think yer makin' Artie uncomfortable," Alfred shrugged.

"You know, my name is Arthur," Arthur said to him. "Not Artie."

"You wanna be alone with yer new best friend," Veronica shrugged. "Be mah guest." Arthur noticed that she seemed to be more polite with Alfred than she was with him. Arthur watched as she walked away slickly.

"I'm sorry about them," Alfred rubbed the back of his head. "They can all be a bit weird sometimes."

"So that's what you sound like without that stupid accent," Arthur grinned as Alfred's eyes widened. He didn't know why it was such a big deal he didn't talk like that, but Alfred seemed completely concerned.

"Oh, God, please don't tell anyone," Alfred pleaded with him.

Arthur chuckled before responding. "Your secret's safe with me."

"Th-thanks," Alfred muttered as he stopped the horse. Arthur stopped soon after and watched as Alfred got down, off the horse, beside Arthur. This was Arthur's first real good look at the boy and it only made him blush more. He was thankful for the sun already giving him a burn so his face was already red. He had to admit, the second he got his first look at Alfred, Arthur had a crush.

"N-no problem," Arthur barely managed out. They continued walking, Alfred leading his horse while strolling next to Arthur.

"You have a place to stay while you're here?" Alfred asked, completely giving up on his accent now.

"Actually, no," Arthur sighed. "I hadn't thought about it."

"Well, there's an extra room at my house if you want," Alfred offered.

"Sh-shouldn't you ask your parents before you invite me to stay with you?" Arthur asked, dumbfounded about what Alfred had just asked him.

"Nah," Alfred sighed. "They're never around in the first place. It's always just me and my brother defending ourselves." Alfred paused for a moment, and then looked up at the sky like he was daydreaming. "Someday, I'll get us out of here… Once I know how to take care of us on my own, we'll go off to the west, find a better place to settle..."

"What's so wrong with living here?" Arthur asked him delicately.

"Nothing, really," Alfred sighed. "But I just wanna get away, you know? Start some place new, where people don't know you."

"Yeah," Arthur sighed. "I know… So, what is your relationship with your brother?"

"Oh, we're close!" Alfred boasted. "He's my little brother, so I make it my responsibility to take care of him. We're twins, but he's kind of fragile, so I need to take care of him."

"Does he talk normally, like you do?" Arthur asked.

"Yeah," Alfred sighed. "Our pa taught us how to talk properly. He said that we should learn how to talk in case we go into the real world."

"He sounds like a smart man," Arthur said.

"He is," Alfred smiled and started daydreaming again.

"You know, it's funny," Alfred thought out loud after a while of silence. "I haven't told this to anyone. The truth that I'm faking my accent, that I want to leave, or even talking about my brother. I never do that with anyone else."

"Why do you think that is?" Arthur couldn't help but asking. But Alfred got distracted by the sight of a barn coming up. There was a rough looking man, maybe in his 30s, standing near the doorway, seeming to be messing with something on the inside. He had brown hair that looked like he only tried slightly to tidy up and had massive amounts of stubble littering his face. His eyes were a soft brown, though, defying the roughness of his face. He wore overalls over a red and white striped shirt.

"A-and then I wrangled up them cows all by mahself," Alfred started speaking loudly, no doubt for Jim. "Yah shoulda seen Chuck's face, he was so proud of meh! Oh, hey Jim!" Alfred waved to the man inside the barn and he looked up to them.

Ta-da! This is a new story I've been working on recently. I got this idea when I went to go see my school's performance of Oklahoma. Don't ask me how this came out of that...it just kinda did...

Anywho...I'm sorry to those that don't like OCs, but this story is chock full of them, there are only 3 Hetalia characters. Sorry!

And please review, so that I will write more!

And I own nothing!