DISCLAIMER! I do not own Hetalia or any of it's afiliates....

Excepting Alfred. He is MINE! He so pretty...And Arthur...He's mine too...He is so much fun to poke ^__^

Ahh, only joking. Sadly they're not mine D': Ohwell, I'll get over it ^__^ Enjoy!

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"HEADS UP ARTHUR!".
The Englishman turned his head just in time to see the baseball soaring for his face before it smacked him in the jaw. The small nation toppled backwards, groaning as pain exploded through his jaw. "Bloody hell" he hissed with a thick voice, trying desperately not to cry. He struggled up to sit and tore off the cap that stupid America had made him wear. It was bad enough he was stuck in shorts and a t-shirt! There was a little crowd around him now, but their voices were fuzzy...And then something broke through the mumbling, clear as day.
"GET OUT THE FREAKIN' WAY! MOVE YOU JERKS!". Alfred shoved through the crowd and skidded to his visitors side, shaking with fear. "Can you hear me?" he whispered, looking into England's eyes, "get some ice for him!" the American snapped.
"Ughh, no...I'm fine" replied the smaller man, swatting away the larger ones hands as they attacked him. "Just leave me alone will you!". He quickly wiped away a stray tear and ducked his head. All this fuss for nothing! He had just been hit with a baseball, nothing major!
"England-Senpai?" came a quiet voice.
Alfred narrowed his eyes at the third person as he came forwards. "This is all your fault Matt! You and you're stupid throwing! You blind or something!?".
"I'm sorry...I called it, I swear I did" he whispered, sniffing like a freakin' baby! Well, Arthur wouldn't fall for that jerkoff's facade! He was too smart. How dumb do you have to be to--
"It's quite alright, Matthew. Gives me an excuse to get out of America's stupid game. Hey, don't cry...". Alfred's eyes widened in shock as his mentor reached forwards and hugged Canada to his chest.
"I hate seeing you upset, Arthur...".
"Shh now, I'm fine, okay?".
"Okay" the little country whispered, burrowing his face into Arthur's chest.
The American narrowed his eyes as his younger brother and that stupid freakin' polar bear, otherwise known as Kumajirou that he lugged around everywhere simpered up to Arthur. "I'll make you some Nanaimo bars to apologize" Matt whispered, looking up at England.
"He won't eat them!" Alfred suddenly shot in, "he'll have scones with cream and jam and tea".
"Actually, Nanaimo bars sound good thank you Matt. I'll have some tea with them when we get back, alright?".
"But...But you...you despise my cooking! You refuse to eat my food England!".
"Nanaimo Bars aren't American, Alfred. They're Canadian".
"Canadian" echoed Matt.
"But I--".
"But nothing!" snapped Arthur. "The whole reason I'm in excruciating pain, so much so that I can barely talk is because you, YOU made us play your stupid national game!".
"Arthur, I--"
"ENOUGH!".
He felt tears welling in his eyes and stepped back. "Fine" he muttered, spinning around, "you and Matt, of course. Always Matthew". He narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists as he stormed away from them.
"AMERICA-SAN!".
He stopped and slowly turned around to face Matthew. "What?" he hissed.
"Don't be mad, I just want us all to be friends! Please? We're all equals".
He took a deep breath and ducked his head. "Well, I suppose...".
"Even if England-Senpai does like me more than you" he continued innocently, " it doesn't mean—AHH!", Matt stumbled backwards as his brothers fist came into contact with his nose.
"ALFRED!!". The older nation sprinted forwards and shoved the American back as a drop of blood fell from Matt's nose onto the ground. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL YOU BASTARD! WHAT DID MATT DO TO YOU!?".
The larger nation looked at his hand, which was red and clenched into a fist. "He...He provoked me...".
"MATT!? MATT PROVOKED YOU!? Come ON Alfred! You're just a selfish bully!". Arthur tore a sleeve of his t-shirt off and dabbed Matt's nose. "Are you okay, Canada-Chan?".
"Canada-CHAN!?" Alfred exploded, flinging his arms out angrily, "YOU—YOU!! ARGH!". He whipped around and stormed towards the jeep, yanked open the door and then zoomed away from the field. Chan? He couldn't remember the last time that Arthur had called him Chan...Or any honorific! He pushed his foot down harder on the accelerator before he swerved and skidded to an emergency stop. "He was always the favourite...Canada-Chan"...He growled as it started to thunder, angry tears rolling down his cheeks whilst torrential rain fell.

"Arthur-Senpai, you want some more Nanaimo bars?".
"No" he murmured, looking out of the window into the American wilderness. It was raining heavily, and Alfred hadn't returned for hours. However much he hated to admit it...He was terrified for him. Although larger than he, the American was younger, and more naive. If the big idiot had gotten lost at his place, he wouldn't care. He would be fine; Arthur would just send out the search and rescue team in their helicopters. Hardly anywhere to get lost in England...But in America's home, where they were there were wolves and bears and God knows what else in miles and miles of wilderness...He could be dying...He could be lying in agony, calling out when no-one was going to come...
"HEY! ARTHUR!" Matt cried from the couch, "come sit with me and Kumijirou! My Goldfish is Evil is just starting!".
"Aren't you too old to be watching cartoons, Matt?".
"Ahh, you're never too old! Even you're not too old England-Senpai!".
He sighed heavily and put his hand on the glass of the window over the condensation his breath had made. "Come back" he whispered, shaking his head, "come back to me Alfred...". Through the torrential rain a figure emerged, and the Englishman was a blur as he sprinted for the door. "ALFRED!" he yelled into the darkness, "ALFRED THAT YOU!?".
He came out of the shadows into the moonlight flooded courtyard and looked up at Arthur. "'Sup" he murmured, ducking his head again. "Surprised you're not watching My Goldfish is Evil with Canada" he muttered, shoving past the man in the doorway, "it should be starting soon". He was still wearing his baseball getup and he took off his hat, tossed it into the corner. "Ahh, someone must be sad" he muttered, scruffing up is hair, "it's raining pretty badly".
"What happened to your jeep, Alfred?".
"Lost it" he said in a monotone voice, "oopsey".
"It's not like you to be so down" Arthur murmured, putting his hand on America's shoulder, "I've been worrying about you idiot".
"Get off" he snapped, shoving Arthur angrily off of him, "I'm just a bastard, a selfish bully. Right, England? Because precious Canada-CHAN never does anything to make me angry".
The older nation watched hopelessly as his son stormed off and left him alone in the lobby.
"Arthur-Senpai? Everything okay?".
"Yes, Matthew. Come on, let's go watch that cartoon".