Uh, yo! NajikaIce, or just Breeana here! Um, this is my newest project, To Love an Android! Yeah... I really hope you guys like it, since my last attempt at a multi-chapter story failed epically! I'd really like to finish this one, but I'll need the inspiration from reviewers like you all to help! Please R&R, tell me what you think!

APH (C) Hideki Himaruya. If Hetalia was mine, Alfie and Artie would've hooked up by episode 12. Since that has not happened, Hetalia is not mine. I only own the idea, Alexander, Madeline, and Anton.

Alfred tapped his foot on the floor, making up a rhythm he'd later turn into a song.

… Sigh…

Nope. Nothing good came to him. He sighed and stared at the television screen blankly, as nothing interesting was on. And it didn't help that his brother was out at hockey practice. He'd played all his video games from Kiku to boot. God, Alfred F. Jones was BORED. His dad was out too… He's been working a lot lately, saying something about a project that will "revolutionize the world as we know it". Whatever. As far as Alfred was concerned, his over-working dad could shove that project up his-

"Alfred, I'm home!" His dad's unmistakable voice echoed out.

The American teen sighed again. Then he blinked. Instead of the shuffle of one person taking off his shoes, there was another. 'Don't tell me dad brought home another date…' Alfred grimaced.

But no. Instead of waltzing into the living room with some slut he'd met on the street, Alfred's father came in with a young boy, maybe around Alfred's age. His hair was messy, sandy-blonde, too. His eyebrows were HUGE as well. But what Alfred found the most shocking? His eyes. While they were a vibrant shade of green, they were also… lifeless… As if this male had no spirit…

"Alfred," his father spoke, "This is Arthur Kirkland. My company's newest project."

For maybe the third time that hour, Alfred blinked. "P-Project? You mean the one you've been going on about for the past two months?"

"Exactly! He," he paused for dramatic effect, "is an android!"

"An… android." Alfred repeated, unconvinced. His dad huffed, pulling Arthur in front of him. "Don't believe me? Fine, see for yourself." He nodded at Arthur, who began to pull his plain white t-shirt off.

"W-Whoa! Dad, what is he-!" Alfred was silenced by the sight of Arthur's chest. Not only was it perfectly slim (which Alfred denied having ever thought) it was also covered by a jagged criss-cross of straight, vertical-to-horizontal lines, that glowed red, as though it were filled with blood. "Wow…" He gaped.

His dad grinned while Arthur only stared at Alfred with his still emotionless eyes. "Pretty cool, huh? He is an android, but he's got the skin and 'urges'… of humans, so-!"

"What do you mean, 'urges'…? And why the hell is he here?" Alfred spat out the words. His father paused, surprised, and finally spoke again, but quieter. "He's not… complete yet. As you can probably see, he doesn't have human emotions…" Alfred raised a brow but let his father continue. "I told my boss that you and Mattie could help him… Since you're in his age group and all…"

"What the hell dad? Why didn't you call us beforehand?" The American teen snapped. His dad flinched, inwardly wincing at the harsh tone of his son's voice. "I was going to, but…!"

"But what?"

"Excuse me."

Both males looked up to see Arthur (who was still shirtless, causing Alfred to blush), staring with his lifeless emerald orbs. "I don't understand this."

"Not understand what?" Alfred stared confusedly at the 'android'.

"Oh, um," his father spoke up, "this is called… arguing, I suppose… It's when two or more people disagree on something…"

"Oh." Arthur nodded, his face still straight. "I see… Is this 'arguing' my fault?"

"No, no, no! It's not your fault, Arthur! Um… Look, I gotta call Mattie and tell him about this… Uh, you two can get acquainted, yeah?" Awkwardly, he backed out of the living room into the kitchen, leaving the two teenagers (if one could consider Arthur a teenager) alone together. Alfred cautiously let his eyes inspect the android's body, mostly following the jagged pattern of the pulsing red lines on his chest. He had been so focused on the lines, in fact, that when Arthur tried to speak with him, he almost (ALMOST) jumped up from shock.

"You are Mr. Jones's son…?" he asked in a monotone voice.

"Yeah…" he replied, muttering 'unfortunately…' under his breath. But what good was it to be rude to a guest (even if his dad brought him in the first place)? "I'm Alfred Franklin Jones! But just call me Alfred, 'kay?"

"Alfred…" Arthur nodded. "You can just call me Arthur, I suppose…"

"Nah! Arthur sounds too… formal! How 'bout I call you Artie?"

"A-Artie…?" Amazingly, the blonde looked down, surprised. Then again, he most likely didn't have any friends to call him nicknames… He blinked, then looking up and giving Alfred a huge shock, smiled. "I… I like it… Artie…"

Alfred would deny the fact that he just blushed then. But since Arthur walked up to him with a curious look, poked his bright pink cheek, and was almost leaning on the American with his shirtless torso, it was hard to NOT blush.

"Why is your face a different color?" His large eyebrows were furrowed in confusion.

"I… Er… That is, um…" Now Alfred REALLY couldn't focus. Arthur had just leaned his face in even closer.

"Hahaha! That's called 'blushing,' Arthur. A person's face will color red or pink when they get embarrassed or uncomfortable." Alfred's father re-entered the room, now grinning at the sight before him.

"Dad!" Alfred shouted, face going even darker. Arthur seemed to stare for a moment before going "Oh," and backing maybe two feet away from the American. "I'm sorry. I made you uncomfortable…"

"E-Eh? N-No, it's okay…"

"He was more embarrassed than uncomfortable."

"Shut up dad."

His father shrugged. "Anyway, Mattie wants to be picked up, and I gotta head back to work. Al~?"

"Fine… Should, um, Artie come with me?"

"Yeah! That'd be cool! Watcha think, Arthur?"

The green-eyed robot nodded his head, staring at Alfred's face, as if that would make the blush go away. Alfred went to the front door, beckoning for Arthur to follow. He obliged, and only he (Arthur, I mean) said goodbye to Alfred's father before the door was slammed behind them.

Alexander B. Jones let his gaze linger on the door as if Alfred would come back and say, "Sorry dad, I forgot! Bye, I'll see ya later, okay?" He sighed, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair, which had small traces of grey in them. He could never tell Alfred what REALLY happened at the company meeting…

"And so, Arthur will need a human family to learn more about our kind, and hopefully gain some human emotions while he's at it." Those were the words of TALIA Corporation's head, Julius Vargas. TALIA was famous for inventing all sorts of mechanical objects, though they weren't really necessary… That earned the business the name "HETALIA" Corporation, which combined TALIA with 'hetare', the Japanese word for 'useless'. But this boy, Arthur, would show those people, the entire world even, that they could create something useful.

Alexander thought for a moment. Could he take Arthur to his home…? No, Alfred would just say that he's 'forcing his work on the family'. He inwardly sighed, remembering when he and Alfred and Matthew still had Madeline, his wife. Those days were so… perfect. A French voice snapped him out of his memories.

"I would like to take petit Arthur to ma maison, if you don't mind." Hmph. Anton Bonnefoy, the transfer employee from, you guessed it, Paris, France. His son was going to the same school as Alfred and Matthew, although he was a year older. For some reason, Alexander couldn't stand the man! And he just couldn't let Arthur stay with him! He was a well-known pervert in the office, and not just towards women, men too! So…

"Hold it, Bonnefoy, I'm taking him."

"Hm?" Anton's revoltingly perfect blue eyes rested on Alexander. "Oh really, Alexander? Must you always compete avec moi?"

Alexander narrowed his own sharp blue eyes. "I'm not competing with you, I just don't want our latest technological triumph to end up as a pervert, like the rest of your family," he sneered.

"Oui, oui, whatever you say, compétitif fou."

"Don't insult me in that damn language!"

The two rivals continued bickering while the other employees sighed, way to use to this. Arthur watched the exchange of insults with mild interest. Julius ran a tanned hand down his face. "Look you two!" he shouted when the insults got to the subject of perverseness, "Just shut up! Let Arthur choose!" The two men halted yelling and looked at the android, who was carefully scrutinizing them both.

"Mr. Jones."

"Qu'est-ce?" Anton shouted while Alexander threw his fist in the air.

"In your face, Frenchie!"

"Why?" he asked Arthur, who shrugged in response. "He looks like a fun person… And I saw you grope the female mail-carrier today, anyway…"

So basically, Alexander only got Arthur as a result of his own competitive spirit. Alfred would not let that go if he were told the truth. He'd only end up hating his old man more than he already did… That same competitive spirit had caused Madeline to leave… 'No,' he shook his head, 'No sad memories…' He glanced at the clock. 5:34 p.m. He'd better get back to work.

Reviews would be very much appreciated! OuO

And if you want to know what Anton says in English, just ask!