Hey guys! It's my first story! Yay!

Alright! Let's clear things up! Hetalia is NOT my creation.

Enjoy!

Arthur Kirkland, also known as the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, was sitting quietly enjoying his cup of Earl Grey tea. The Brit let the hot liquid flow down his throat, slowly calming him down.

Too bad for Arthur that his quiet, comforting atmosphere would be ruined soon by a certain young American. A loud, annoying knock came from behind the old mahogany door indicating the arrival of Alfred F. Jones, a.k.a. the United States of America.

The blonde Briton merely ignored the ruckus, or at least tried to. As time passed, the knocking turned into banging against the poor, abused door. A muffled voice came through the door, Arthur grunting at the all too familiar voice.

"Yo Iggy! I know you're in there! Open the door already! It's raining and it's cold!" Alfred yelled, his effort to open the house increasing fast.

Arthur, deciding that enough was enough, set down his book and marched to the door in an angry stomp. He fixed his face into an angry glare and swung open the door. Standing there was a very drenched America with a stupid, annoying grin on his face.

"What do you want, git?" Arthur asked, only making America smile more. The American pushed the Brit slightly out of the way while saying, "I came to say 'hi' to you, Iggles!" England puffed his cheeks, running past Alfred to get a towel.

"Wanker! Don't step into my house without at least asking and also you're making my floors wet!" The enraged Briton threw the fabric to the the other nation. America only laughed obnoxiously, gently rubbing the towel against his wet, moist skin. Arthur kept on with rant, balling his fists at his sides.

"And another thing! Quit with these stupid, annoying nicknames. My name is Arthur Kirkland, or England! Not Artie, Iggy, Iggs, nor Iggles. Honestly! Where do you get these dreadful nicknames!"

"Oh come on, England! You know you love them! Ha ha ha!" Alfred replied, seeing a slight light pink blush on Arthur's face.

"I certainly do not!"

"But it shows on your face! Being all pink and stuff!" This caused the shorter country's face to brighten to a brilliant red. England turned away, huffing with anger while taking a few steps away from the taller nation.

The sandy blonde stopped the other by saying, "The reason I came was because I wanted to hang out."

Arthur turned back around, glaring at the taller man. "Why not go 'hang out' with Kiku or Matthew?" The American's eyes shifted down, only slightly.

"Mattie is sorta mad at me for accidentally pouring maple syrup on him."

"How the bloody hell do you do that when he happens to be shorter than you?"

"Dude, I don't know! And Kiku is too busy for me... So I came here!" His eyes shifted up again with a sparkling smile. His cerulean blue eyes were glistening with excitement.

'Oh... I see. So I am the last choice...' Arthur thought sadly, sighing to himself. "Do you even have any luggage?" He instantly regretted his question for he just gave Alfred the message that he could stay with him. The taller man's smile was brighter than the sun by now, as he sprinted out of the Briton's house, into his car, and back in within seconds.

"Where do I stay?"

Only Arthur knew how hellish this week will be.

First chapter of my first story! Yay!

~Shadow-Light56