A/N :

This is my first fanfiction in a very long time T_T So it is a oneshot and is pretty much just practice so I can get back into it. Hinted USUK maybe? (I don't even know if I ship them or not xD I sorta prefer FrUK, I like them both xD)

I do not own Hetalia at all, okay? I wish I did, damn that'd be cool, so so cool.

- FlutterCry

Alfred Jones had the biggest smile on his face ever, it was the biggest smile Arthur Kirkland had ever seen, and he didn't like it one bit. Alfred had just managed to get his hands on a motorbike, Arthur despised the things and questioned why Alfred would want one in the first place.

"Dude, you have to see her," Alfred beamed, twisting the keys around his finger.

"By her I guess you are talking about that?" Arthur asked, raising his very large eyebrows and signalling the motorbike. "You need to get lessons, you can't drive that..."

"And you can't cook," Alfred commented. Arthur narrowed his emerald eyes at the American.

"Git," he muttered under his breath, "I have more important things to do right now, please just leave me be and go take the bike somewhere else," Arthur was clearly annoyed at the insult to his 'brilliant' cooking. Arthur turned to shut the door.

Alfred blocked him from completing shutting it. "Francis is throwing a party tonight, he said that he contacted you but you said that there was no way for you to travel there due to your car...I can take you, after all, it sucks being alone when everyone else is having fun!" Alfred said loudly, sometimes he gave Arthur a headache. Correction, most of the time.

"No, Alfred, I'm not riding the back of that thing," Arthur responded, "besides, I have work to do."

"Liar," Alfred said, looking at Arthur with the 'puppy dog face', which for the record, always worked on Arthur.

"Fine," Arthur sighed. "If it means you will leave me alone."

"Yay! Artie! It will be great!" Alfred exclaimed, "I'll pick you up later!" He then ran over to his 'girl' - the motorbike, hopped on and rode off. Arthur really wasn't looking forward to riding on the back of that, it made horrible noises. Arthur shook his head before going inside his house.

He already regretted accepting Alfred's offer.

~ O ~

As Arthur sat down in his living room, he realised that going to that party at all was a terrible idea. Francis Bonnefoy was hosting it. Therefore, this meant it'd be a lot of a trouble. Last time he visited Francis, Arthur had ended up locking himself in the Frenchman's bathroom. Which then resulted in a call to Alfred - Which he felt really embarrassed about.

Arthur realised that he couldn't back out, after all, he knew Alfred wouldn't be happy at all if he didn't attend. How he was persuaded? He had no idea.

It then came to his attention that he had no clue at all as to when Alfred would be here to give him a lift. He decided that he'd just have to wait the whole thing out. So that is exactly what he did.

~ O ~

When Arthur noticed that it was getting a little later, he assumed that maybe Alfred had gone without him or had completely forgot about the plans. Arthur smiled a little at the thought of just being able to stay at home for the night and relax by the fireplace with a good book. Then he heard a loud knock at the door and he knew who it was.

Arthur dragged himself to the door and grabbed his keys, knowing that he had no choice but to go now. Alfred seemed to have the same facial expression as hours before and shoved a helmet into Arthur's hands. "Aren't you going to wear one?" Arthur asked, looking at him.

"No, heroes don't need helmets," Alfred stated as Arthur locked his doors and they approached the motorbike.

"Are you sure about this?" Arthur asked nervously.

"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be, Lucy hasn't failed me yet!" Alfred exclaimed loudly.

"Lucy? You named it?" Arthur raised his eyebrows as he slowly climbed on the back behind Alfred. The first thing Arthur did when the engine started was wrap his arms around Alfred's chest and burying his head in his back. "You really should be wearing a helmet," Arthur said. "This is a bad idea..."

"Don't worry about it, I have this all under control!" Alfred then proceeded to pull out of where he had parked and began to ride down the road. Alfred found it a little irritating that Arthur was holding on too tight. It felt like he was giving a little kid a piggyback ride.

"You worry too much," Alfred commented.

~ O ~

This would be easier if the lights weren't so dim Alfred thought to himself, but he made sure not to comment out loud so he didn't scare Arthur behind him, who was still holding on for dear life. Alfred smiled a little as he stopped behind a large truck. "I thought you'd be more braver than this," Alfred chuckled.

"Shut up, git," Arthur hissed. "I'm not scared at all." Alfred laughed a little, as he stopped to look behind at Arthur, he failed to notice that he was pulling out as a car came zooming towards them. When Alfred looked to his side and saw the car he let out a quiet "oh" and suddenly felt they both felt the impact.

The road was cold, Alfred could hear voices and shouting, someone was on a phone and he could hardly remember anything about what had just happened. Alfred opened his eyes, his vision was blurred; his glasses had been knocked off, he began to wonder where they were. Alfred began to grasp around for them. "Be careful, son, we have help coming for you and your friend!" An older man said, kneeling near Alfred. "Your glasses are here, but I'll pass them on to the ambulance."

"T-thank you?" Alfred asked. But he had no idea what this man was speaking about. What friend?

"I don't think he's breathing!" A woman shouted. Alfred tried to sit up to see what was going on but that man was watching him like a hawk to make sure he didn't hurt himself more.

"Who, who isn't breathing?" Alfred questioned. Nobody answered him and the wails of sirens filled his ears. Alfred closed his eyes for a moment, before he knew it, he was sleeping.

~ O ~

A/N : Well I hope that was okay :/ This is only going to be a short story T_T Maybe another two chapters? I don't know, I just need to write (writers block is plaguing me) xD Eh. Peace out.

- FlutterCry