Chapter 1:
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A slightly modified youtube roleplay :3 - See profile for who it was with

Warning: Fiction may be subject to a name change. Any ideas on a name would be just lovely.
Working on chapters as it goes along, there will probably be another tonight!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

England was humming, his day had gone by swimmingly so far.

"Hey Caterpillars! Get it? Caterpillars! For your eyebrows!" England sighed, whether it was a sigh of love or exasperation, he didn't know. All he knew was that his America was here, teasing him as always. Well, America wasn't technically his, but the Brit really wanted him to be.

"Caterpillars? Is that really the best you can do Al?" the Brit retorted, just because he had feelings for the American didn't mean that he was going to turn into a push over.

"No, but I don't want to be mean," the American said, careful with his words, he was happy he finally got to spend more time with the Brit, and he didn't want to mess it up.

"Go ahead, I won't get mad love," Arthur reassured the taller nation, though sometimes he wondered why the younger nation didn't get upset over being called 'love'. Not that England was complaining, he would take what he could get.

"Okay... Are you sure you aren't French? Because sometimes I think you are like Francis, except you can't cook, don't have the silkiest locks, have no fashion sense, and of course, your caterpillars... Yes, I did just call you French," Alfred said, then looked at his crush quickly asked, "Are you okay?"

"No I'm not okay you bloody idiot! How dare you call me French?" Arthur yelled, tackling Alfred to the ground and started to choke him, but since Alfred was a nation, it didn't really do anything, "Take it back! Now!"

"Never!" Alfred declared, rolling over so that he was on top of the Brit, and once he managed to detach the man's hands from around his neck, he pinned them above the smaller nation's head, for the sole purpose of not being choked. He held the Brit down with his other hand, trying to avoid having to use the rest of his body to push down the Englishman.

"Get off of me you git!" England yelled, trying to escape the awkward position, but it didn't do anything to help him.

"Promise to not attack me, my lovely Frenchie?"

"Don't call me Frenchie again and I won't have to."

"But Iggy~ What if I want to call you Frenchie?"

"Why don't you just shut up?" England snapped.

"Never! Okay, fine, you can go, but only because I'm the hero! And I love-" Alfred cut himself off right there, then to distract the man from noticing he (un)wisely called out, "Is everything okay now, Frenchie?"

"Stop. Calling. Me. Frenchie!" Arthur yelled, infuriated. Grabbing Alfred's wrist, he tried to throw the American, but was unsuccessful.

"Artie, for a Frenchman you sure are weak! See, I'm not even calling you Frenchie anymore!" Alfred responded, pinning the Englishman down to the floor again, acting before the Englishman could attack him for a third time. However, this time he left the man's arms free.

"I hate you!" Arthur turned his head to the side, refusing to look at the American, he puffed out his cheeks and crossing his arms. America's heart sunk.

"Why?" Alfred asked, concealing the hurt from his voice with practiced ease.

"You're an insufferable git who never listens! You never want to come over any more... Not to mention you're always trying to make me angry!" he ranted, where as the reason was because he hated loving the American, thinking that the American could never love him back.

"I'm sorry..." America said, moving off of the Brit, and just sitting on the ground, looking down into his lap refusing to make eye-contact with the emerald-eyed man right next to him.

"Why do you insult me all the time?" the Englishman wanted to know, what had he done to deserve being hated by the one he loved. Standing up, the Brit paced around the sulking American.

"Oh, no particular reason, my little Frenchman."

Choosing to ignore the fact that Alfred had called him 'Frenchman', and instead revel in Alfred's use of 'my', he smiled slightly, leaning down to put a comforting hand on Alfred's shoulder.

"Al, why don't we go do something?"

Alfred perked up immediately, "I'd love to! What do you want to do? We could go to McDonald's and get more amazing burgers and drinks!"

Excited to spend more time with his crush, England had to prevent himself from jumping up and screaming yes at the top of his lungs.

"That sounds lovely America, I may not be a huge fan of American food, but I will come with you."

"Yay! Thanks Iggy! Can we get coffee too?"

"Whatever you want love."

"Really? Awesome! I'm buying by the way! Thanks for coming with me!" America gave England a crushing hug and then started to drag the shorter man to McDonald's.

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