Ahh... back to writing again! Now that summer vacation's started, I've got a lot of time to type up the stories I've had in mind! :D Well, this is my first Hetalia fic. I hope I did alright! ^^; Joker forever~!

Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia. If I did, Joker would be canon. :D The rightful owner of APH is Hidekaz Himaruya!


The Most Awesome Dream Ever

"Hey, hey, hey Arthur!"

The annoyed blonde English gentleman looked up from his newspaper, albeit unwillingly, at the American nause that called his name.

"What do you want, you twit?" Arthur growled. He had been enjoying an exquisite cup of his favorite tea, reading a lovely article about the history of scones, when that nit just had to disturb him…in his own house, too!

"I just had the most awesome dream ever!" the younger blonde jumped out of his chair and raised his hand up in the air, and pointed up at, well, nothing, really. He just liked doing that.

"Why do I care?" the Englishman sighed and turned his attention back to his newspaper. 'Really. That twit interrupts me just to tell me he had a nice dream? I didn't even know he had fallen asleep…'

"Want me to tell ya about it, Artie? Do ya? Do ya?" Alfred laid his chin on the older man's shoulder, and put his lips dangerously close to his ear. "Do ya?" he shouted, uncaring of the damage he might cause to the other man's eardrum.

"Wah!" Arthur jumped, surprised by the loud voice in his poor ear, and yet flushed from the close contact. "Naff off, bugger! And no, I do not want to hear about your bird-brained dream!"

Alfred's eyes narrowed as he spotted a weakness. He smirked and, instead of removing his chin from the flushed gentleman's shoulder, got even closer by wrapping his arms around the Brit's shoulders, much to the latter's despair. Despair, in this case, meaning secret enjoyment.

"Are you sure, Artie?" the American whispered, totally confident his plan would work.

"F-f-fine! JUST GET OFF ME, YOU GIT!" Arthur looked down, trying to hide the exuberantly pink blush on his face. His breathing was a bit irregular, and he tried to calm it down without said "Git," noticing. He just wanted the bloody American away from him. He didn't know how much more… of that close physical contact he could take! He felt his heart start beating faster and faster, even though the American had only placed his arms around his shoulders. 'I… I'm going insane!' the Briton concluded. Never before had such a scarce amount of close contact been able to drive him so crazy.

...make him feel so warm.

Arthur closed his eyes and bit on his lip. To his relief, the American promptly let go of him and sat back down in his seat. The sandy blonde sighed in relief as he felt the air hit his shoulders.

But he also felt a bit disappointed.

"S-so, this dream you spoke of, are you going to tell me about it or not?" Arthur continued to keep his head down, the warmth still prominent on his cheeks.

"Ah! Yes! Uh, well, you see, it was the… most awesome… dream ever!"

"You already told me that, you twit. What was it about?" Arthur sighed and finally looked up at the younger blonde, after he decided most of the redness had gone from his face. His eyes widened as he saw the American, with his head down, with his face flushed. 'W-what is going on here? He couldn't have… felt the same way I did… could he?'

"Uh, well, actually, uh…" Alfred stammered. He reached up and readjusted Texas, who had started sliding off his face. "I…"

Arthur held his breath. He wasn't going to say it, was he? Those infamous words that the Brit had wanted to say for years? The same words he had felt for the longest time? Those words that explained everything he had ever felt for the American man sitting before him? All the hidden emotions, daydreams, and secret thoughts? Oh, how many times he had wanted to say them, to let it all free!

"…I love you."

The Brit almost exploded as his secret object of love, for such a long time now, finally opened his lips, to murmur those three words the Englishman had wanted to say and hear from the depths of his heart.

"I…"

'Say it! Say it, you twit!'

"I forgot what my dream was about."

Arthur fell back in his chair in disappointment. He bit his tongue, denying his mouth its desire to shout, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He had been so stupid, so daft. How had he ever suspected the American-hamburger-eating-I'm-the-hero-thinking-bloody-twit felt the same way he did? It was utter nonsense! The American would never love him back, and that was something the Englishman would have to learn how to deal with. He couldn't help but feel heartbroken, though. How could he not? He felt as if he had just been rejected, his feelings trampled on, while the American decided to wear soccer cleats for no good reason. Just to cause him even more pain, that was it! He had been so brutishly rejected…

Without even voicing his feelings.

The Briton let go of his bleeding tongue and finally allowed his mouth to speak.

"You bloody twit."

The Englishman sighed and got up from his seat. Without another word, he walked up to his room, leaving both newspaper and tea behind.

He just didn't want Alfred to see him cry.

Alfred looked up in surprise as he heard his friend get up and leave. He didn't say anything.

He was still too confused.

He was sure; it had totally been the most awesome dream ever! But… why couldn't he remember it? It had been so clear in his mind! It was… until… he just… when he held Arthur like that… why…

Why had he felt so warm? So…pleasant?

He had never felt like that before! He just put his arms around Artie and got so close to him like that because he knew it'd annoy him! So why was he the one that felt so weird? He remembered how red his cheeks got, how fiery he felt all over! He didn't want to let go for some reason! But he did. He had to.

And that moment, that contact, it made everything in his head so blurry… but why? He had been close to Artie before! He had never felt those emotions that he felt at that moment, and that he was still feeling now!

Alfred felt his fingers twitch.

He just wanted Arthur back in his arms again.

The blonde felt a bit excited. What could this mean? Was it good? Was it something that could make him even more awesome?

But he was scared.

What could this mean? Was it bad? Was it something that was oh, so un-heroic?

Alfred winced as his fingers twitched again.

He just wanted to feel the Brit's warmth.

He wanted to touch his hair, too… it looked so soft…

And that accent of his… it was kind of cute.

'Dammit!' the American cursed internally. He was so confused. And a hero must never be confused!

But, worst of all…

He completely forgot "The Most Awesome Dream Ever."

Alfred sighed and laid his head against the back of the cozy chair.

He needed a burger.


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By the way, in case you didn't know, Alfred's glasses represent Texas! :D