Just a small fic to cure an absolutely dreadful case of writer's block. I am going to try my very hardest to update everyday. Perhaps if I continue with this routine, I'll find it easier to write my other stories...

Lovesick Radio

Alfred pulled up at his ex's house, killing the engine. The windows were unmistakably dark; an evident sign that nobody was home, or maybe the inhabitant was just sleeping. It was late at night after all. Two-ten to be exact. Pretty damn close to morning.

Approximately five hours and fifteen minutes left until Arthur wakes up. If he was even there in the first place. God knows what he's been up to these past few months. Alfred never heard from him again after their huge breakup in February. He'd try calling hundreds of times only to find that his number had been blocked by the recipient.

Your call has been blocked by the contact. Please do not bother calling again, you miserable asshole…

That's what it sounded like every time he dialed the Brit's number. At least, that's what the paranoid, coffee overloaded, insomniatic, American thought.

As for trying to visit Arthur personally, much less stop over the house, it was completely impossible. Arthur's older brother, a coarse, red-headed Scot, guarded him within a four kilometer radius, 24/7. One step within that circle and he was in for a world of pain. It was only recently that Alfred heard of the scary Scotsman's temporarily leave to the UK. And it was all thanks to Arthur's little brother, Peter, who he now had to constantly send boxes of sweets to, as promised.

The young man paced the driveway of the house, contemplating his next action.

Should he climb the fence? No. Scott would be far too clever for that. Knowing him, he probably high wired the lawn into a minefield or prepared man eating pitbulls, if there were such things.

Maybe he could get through the back!-no, wait. Scott probably fixed an electric, barb-wired fence there too. But perhaps, if he wore stilts he could…no, then the lasers will fry him if the bazookas haven't already fired first.

Damn you, Scotty…

Yes, Alfred F. Jones was desperate to reunite with the love of his life again. Extremely cheesy? Yes. Ludicrous? Not for the sake of love, hell no! Even though it was technically, categorically, in actual fact, scarcely, almost not Arthur's fault why they broke up in the first place.

Like all failed relationships, it all started with a smart comment, which then became a conversation, developed into a disagreement, escalated into an argument, evolved into an all-out fight, and then finally ended with the words, "It's over, Jones!"

And that was it.

Gone with the wind, like the double hamburger meal in his hands. Not even a single strand of fries left in the very bottom of the In-n-Out bag where all the extra ketchup was. Alfred mentally cursed himself for not saving at least a single tomato for later consumption.

So here he was; standing like a complete idiot in front of his ex-boyfriend's two-story house at 2:12 in the morning. He kicked a random rock across the street out of random frustration.

Now that they were officially, dare he say it 'finished', Alfred thought of the possibilities of Arthur going into a new relationship with somebody else. Ironically, the first person to pop into his head was old Francey-pants. Francis had been flirting with Arthur even way before he and Alfred met. It was only a matter of time before Arthur would choose the Frenchy in order to spite him. Alfred could only imagine the things they could be doing right now…

Without thinking, Alfred picked up a fairly large rock and chucked it at the topmost bedroom. The rock connected the window with an earsplitting crash. Glass shards flew out everywhere from the sudden impact.

"Oww! What in the bloody hell was that!"

Alfred cringed at the Brit's shriek. He got into the car and sped off before anybody could report him.

Well…at least he was sure Arthur wasn't out that night with Francis…

Disclaimer: Everybody knows I don't own Hetalia and its rights. I also do not own the song "Just Friends" by Frickin' A. If you haven't heard it, I suggest that you do, unless you don't want spoilers.