Hey, guys. So, I had some time during the weekend where I got rather bored with nothing to do. So I thought, why not write some fan-fiction? :D Yeah. Anyway, I hope you like it. I'll continue it later. I just want to know if it's okay, if you guys like it, please let me know! Oh, and if you spot an error - whether it's spelling or grammar - feel free to tell me. :3 Enjoy!
Sorry this is a short chapter, the others will be longer. :B
I do not own Hetalia.
He didn't know why, he just felt this way. He had no clue who it was, what they did to make him feel so... So extraordinary. Alfred had felt this way for the past week now, and he was sick of it. What did it mean? Did feeling all warm, gooey and jelly-like inside mean something? He wasn't quite sure. But, he knew for a fact, that it was killing him - and he was dying to find out what the source of it all was.
The board room was loud, noisy and a complete clutter - just as usual. Piles of folders, files and documents scattered amongst the table, floor and in cluttered cabinets that were too packed to be closed properly. Francis was hitting on every walking thing, male or female. Arthur found this extremely irritable as he was one of the main victims, he was practically restraining himself from whacking the bastard round the head. Then there was Germany rolling his eyes and trying to remain sane as he listened to Italy chant 'pasta'. China was casually talking to her brother, Japan - both as sincere as always. All the other countries were just conversing. There was absolutely no order in the meeting. Alfred, however, wasn't feeling his normal self, yet again. The same feeling that he'd had following him around everywhere had returned. It always seemed to appear in the board room. Always. He adjusted his glasses and faced his brother, a slight show of concern on his face.
"Yo, Canadia," the blonde whispered into his brother's ear whilst covering his mouth as he spoke.
"What's up, Al?" Mattie replied turning to face him with a surprised expression on his face. He was noticed for a change!
"Do you mind if I ask you something? It's been playing on my mind for, like, a week now, dude!"
"Sure... What's up?"
"Well, uh... I just wanted to ask you," he paused, thinking of what to say for a moment, "I just wanted to ask you, why does my heart always pound in here? Like, I don't even know why! It's just always here. Sometimes, when I'm out, it appears out of the blue. But besides that... Just here! What does it mean, dude? It's totally bugging me out!" he groaned as he slammed his head on the opened his mouth with curiosity as he murmured shyly,
"Al, you don't think you're... falling for someone, do you?"
America stammered and ran his hand through his hair as he tilted his head and sighed. "I guess that could be possible... But, like, who? Who would I fall for?" The brothers exchanged looks at one another, a sort of pondering silence between them for a minute, until Canada broke the silence.
"Hey, how about we go get some coffee after this meeting? We can talk about it there, where it's a little more... private!" he giggled with a smile.
"Sure, bro! Good idea. I don't want anyone to hear what we're saying." Both of them groaned and faced the other countries, a loud ruckus in the air from the continuous chatter, shouting, screaming and sighing between them all.
"Get 'our hands off moi, silly little Bretagne!"
"Shut your mouth, you fucking frog!" A prevoked Arthur shouted, throwing fist after fist at his rival. His grudge against France seemed to be everlasting...
"You would love t'at wouldn't you, oui Angleterre?" Francis grinned, his eyes sly as a dog.
There it was again. That sensation, sort of. Just a little.. darker.
Alfred and Mattie laughed and nodded. Coffee it was. At least there, America could get away from all of the noise. That, and maybe they could get to the bottom of this.
