A/N ~ My first Hetalia fanfic (obviously still in-the-making)... lol Decided to start off light for now with a bit of comedy, but its primary genre will be more on the angsty side in later chapters. :'B And I'm currently writing the second chapter right now, so hopefully it won't be too long of a wait for it...

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Chapter One: Something Important

From outside a little house, the giant clock chimed a loud four times along with its notorious musical melody; ding-dong-ding-dong—ding-ding-ding-ding-dong... Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong!

"Tea time," a young man thought to himself as he heard the chimes. He then walked over to his kitchen and prepared a small cup of tea as he took a small bite of a scone. It wasn't long before he just remembered something supposedly important that he had to do that same day; something that he wasn't all that excited about doing really...

"Dammit!" he scolded himself when he finally realized, "Alfred told me that he had something important to tell me today!" He glanced back out to Big Ben outside. Two minutes past. "He told me to meet him at four," he scowled, trying to return his attention back to his tea, "But he also should have realize that I value my tea time everyday... And besides, since when has he ever been any more important than my special time alone to when I can just relax and do what I like for myself?" He took a sip from the porcelain teacup, relaxed as if he didn't even had the task of his belated visit. "He can wait..." he added and continued on with his precious tea time.

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Once tea time was over, he put everything away and finally took a trip to Alfred's place. On his way, he tried to deny how wrong he was to possibly upset Alfred by his lateness and claimed that he could have had more important things to do that afternoon. "I can't see how this could be so important..." the blond Brit muttered.

Soon, his thoughts were being interrupted with the ever-growing loud rock music that blasted from Alfred's house. Typical. It was habit for him to play his music as loud as he pleased—especially during the weekends—and, needless to say, he constantly got in trouble for it from his intolerant neighbors.

"Alfred! It's me, Arthur!" he shouted, trying to get his voice loud enough for the other to hear. No answer. "Alfred!" he attempted even louder, knocking on the door. Still no answer. Arthur sighed exasperatingly. He knew at that point that Alfred wouldn't be able to hear him over that obnoxious noise he referred to as "music." Arthur had spent the time to actually visit him, and he didn't plan to simply turn back just because of the music playing. "I'm not going to be beat against this—this racket!" he mentally told himself, looking for some way inside Alfred's house.

He then noticed that the front door wasn't even locked. "That stupid little git..." he muttered. Arthur knew that he'd raised Alfred better than to leave a front door unlocked. "Doesn't he realize that just anyone could simply get in?" he worried.

As soon as he opened the door, the music just seemed to have gone louder. Arthur covered his ears as he walked inside the house. He knew that his ears would keep ringing as if there was no tomorrow as he trudged closer to Alfred's stereo in an attempt to turn off the music it blasted. It was painful for him, but a success, nonetheless. With Alfred's house quiet from the loud music, Arthur sat on the floor, sighing and panting in relief as his poor ears rang to get readjusted to return to simplicity.

Alfred, still unaware of the music being off, walked into the room still singing and dancing to the rock music. Arthur was a bit shocked by what he saw, yet, at the same time, he wasn't surprised at the young American's shoddy appearance; Alfred's hair was unkempt and he wore nothing but a messy sleeveless shirt and boxers. And he noticed one other thing...

"Headphones?!" Arthur gaped, glancing at them from Alfred's ears. Alfred had been playing ear-bleeding music from both his stereo and his portable player! No wonder he didn't hear Arthur's shouts and knocks at the door... That was it; Arthur couldn't take such foolery from Alfred anymore; they haven't even said anything since Arthur's arrival and he was starting to get fed up with him. He stood back up and stormed over to Alfred and snatched them off from his ears.

It was only then when Alfred even noticed that Arthur had finally came over. "Hey Arthur," he simply chuckled, acting as if he had done nothing wrong to have upset him.

However, Arthur was a little far from upset at the blond American. His mouth and heavy brows lowered into an angered frown. He wanted to scold Alfred. "Alfred... When will you ever learn?" he asked, trying to keep himself calm.

Alfred wondered what was the matter. "Learn what?" he asked innocently.

Arthur stammered for a moment, not knowing where to begin, then for a moment, he paused to recollect himself. "Never mind," he quietly and calmly said, glancing downward, "You're just a bit hopeless is all..."

"Hopeless?" Alfred wondered. Arthur's words had forced him to become silent for a while. He knew that he and Arthur have had their share of bickering and troubled times before, but he really never intended to gain Arthur's disapproval. But before he could even say anything, the other spoke.

"So, what was so important that needed my attention today?" Arthur asked, trying to change the subject. As much as he wanted to cuss the other out, he was still too much of a British gentleman to resort to that level, and he stuck to that reason alone.

Alfred then snapped back into his usual self when he remembered the reason why he had invited Arthur over that day. "Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed, a minute smile going across his face once again, "I wanted to show you something today! Come on." With that, he walked off, gesturing the other to follow him. And with a sigh, the young British gentleman followed him to see what this "important" thing was.

It wasn't long at all before they'd reached Alfred's backyard. Arthur figured that it had to do with the location; his eyes searched around to find this certain item. However, everything seemed to be as how it used to be, granted that Alfred's yard was a tad messier compared to his prideful gardens. His personal search soon got interrupted by Alfred's words.

"Here!" Alfred said, rather cheerful in his tone. Arthur glanced over to his direction, and he saw it. "It's a new grill! It's one of those really cool special 'tropical' grills," Alfred stated excitedly, "Like it?"

Arthur didn't know what to say. It was a nice-looking grill, yes; however... "How is this 'important,' Alfred?" he asked.

"Well, since you never really liked my so-called 'greasy heart-attacks-on-a-bun' hamburgers," the American explained, "Then now I can just bar-be-que 'em instead! And still get a new luau flavor on each one!"

Arthur wasn't really impressed. To him, a new grill wasn't all that important. He crossed his arms, closing his eyes as his head tilted downwards toward the ground. "Is this all what you brought me over for this afternoon?" he asked, glaring at Alfred.

"Um… Yeah…?" the other replied, suddenly a little nervous in his tone of voice.

Arthur then scoffed exasperatedly as he turned and stormed off from the yard. "He called me over for this?!" he angrily muttered under his breath so Alfred couldn't hear him, "Of all the idiotic things…"

Alfred pursued after Arthur, wondering what the matter was. "Arthur?" he called out, eventually catching up to him, "Arthur, what's wrong?" However, Arthur wasn't interested in responding, and he simply ignored the clueless American as he just walked out of his house. Alfred tried to stop Arthur from leaving. "Artie?" he asked, "Please talk to me."

It was then when Arthur stopped at the bottom of Alfred's front porch steps. He sighed deeply to recollect his thoughts for a moment. "Alfred…" he began, "I thought that today you had something really important to tell me today." He turned slightly around to face Alfred. "However," he continued, "You're still the predictable twat as always…" Alfred glanced downward in humiliation from Arthur's words as the blond Brit turned back to head back home. "I don't know why I thought that today would've been different," Arthur added, "Or why I somehow didn't expect it from you…"

And before Alfred could say anything, Arthur just started his walk back home. "Talk to me when you really do have something meaningful…" was Arthur's final words to him as Alfred watched him walk off to the distant horizon.

"This was meaningful…" Alfred whispered to himself, a little tear silently trailing down his cheek, "I just—I just wanted to…"

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A/N ~ The grill's really supposed to represent Hawaii... :'B lol -shot- Okay, so I really don't know about official stuff when it comes to that sort of thing when it comes to "representing" stuff... Anyway, this whole chapter might've seemed a bit krack-ish at the start, but you'll see that there's meaning to this in the future chapters! :'O Especially with America's closing quote... :3 lol