This is my first fanfiction of this pairing

Sorry if i made it too short and sorry for any mistake.

Oh and Portugal name was based on two of my favorite Portuguese Kings D. Afonso Henriques e D. Dinis

Enjoy.


Today was the day. He has been waiting far too long to get his act together so he could finally tell his childhood friend how he really felt. Yes without a single doubt and with nothing standing in his way, Arthur Kirkland, was going to confess to his crush, Afonso Dinis.

Arthur looked in the mirror one last time to make sure he was presentable. "I cannot believe that I'm actually going to do this…" At much thought he had given into this he was still feeling very anxious. "I hope the bloody frog is right about this or I'm going to murder him."

He sighed and left the house so he could get to school, the sooner he does this the sooner he can get his answer. He could only hope that this wouldn't ruin their friendship. No this is no time to think about that, he already had thought about this so many times that he hadn't sleep right for a week.

Today was the day and that was bloody final. Nothing or no one would get his is way.


He got to school just in time for his first class that he happen to have with his annoying obnoxious wanker friend Alfred F. Jones.

"So Artie are you really going to do it this time or are you going to chicken out again and let Antonio's brother trying to figure your shit out?" Arthur could only look at his friend, and if looks could kill Alfred would be dead behind recognition.

"Tell me a good reason not to just punch you in the face you bloody wanker." There weren't enough words in this world to describe how pissed Arthur was at the moment. And Alfred being the idiot who cannot read the atmosphere he his, was taking the English very serious treat has a joke.

"So you're really going to do it! Finally now we were getting worried about you. Hahahahah." He start laughing and giving small taps on Arthur's back. "You know me being an Hero and all I can help you with your confession."

"Please don't" Those words came out of Arthur's mouth almost automatically.

The American only pouted at the English true but arch words. But Arthur couldn't care less and kept looking at the clock like that could make time move faster.


It was lunch time.

The time had come at last.

He just had to go to Afonso and tell him how he felt. How hard could that be?

The answer of course would be: very very hard.

They were sitting together at the table eating their respective lunches like they do every day. But normally they would be just the two of them making each other company but no. Today, the only day he wished to the high heaves that they would be alone, just the two of them and no one else, HAD to be the day the damn group got together. Francis was telling Gilbert something about a girl he meat. Feliciano was talking to Ludwing about pasta or pizza. Japan and Alfred were talking about Pokemon. And of course Antonio was hitting on Lovino and ocasiolaly would turn his attention to his little brother to talk, but since it was in Spanish and Afonso replied in Portuguese. Arthur had no idea about what the hell they were talking about.

He did try to learn Spanish but the bloody language was hard and Portuguese was even worse, mostly because Arthur wanted to learn Portuguese from Portugal instead of the must easier Portuguese from Brazil. It was a matter of principal. If Afonso worked so hard to learn British English he'll be dammed if he didn't at least try to learn Portuguese from Portugal.

How he wished that this twits could just piss off so he could talk to Afonso alone. Why had lady fait be so mean to him on this day of all the days? If this happened tomorrow he wouldn't give shit.

"Is everything alright Art?" Afonso asked with concern on his tone. Arthur must be doing quite a face for that to happen.

"Yes… well no… can we speak in private?" He waited for the Portuguese answer.

"Sure." He could feel his anxiety coming back.


"O que se passa?" The blond was looking everywhere but the other's face.

"Well… The thing is… I kind of… Oh bloody hell this is harder that I thought." He hid his face on his hands. He was acting like a school girl with a crush. Why were words so hard?

"Art?" Arthur took a very deep breath and looked at Afonso's face.

"The thing is that I have fancied you for quite some time now and I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me." He could see the surprised looked on the man's face. Well Arthur did spoke very quickly and barely give him any time to digest it.

"Really? Sure how does Saturday sound for you?" Now Arthur as the one taken back it took him a while to fully understand what Afonso just said.

"It sounds very good. Saturday it is." He could hardly believe but he did it. He confessed and asked his crush out in a date.

"Ótimo, I'll call you later so we can make the arrangements."


Translations:

O que se passa? - What's wrong?

Ótimo - Excellent, Great or Good (Whatever floats your boat)

I might continue.