Okay everyone! THE MOMENT THAT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN BEGGING FOR!

ALFRED'S POINT OF VIEW FOR MY LITTLE SECRET!

This takes place during chapter 2 of My Little Secret. I didn't want's to torture you all with the suckiness that is my writing yaoi... hopefully when I improve upon it, I will write more of it, but until then...it will all be NyoTalia and hetero...

If Artie's PoV made you cry your heart out, then you're going to be doing the same when you read Poor Alfie PoV. If it weren't for my German blood, I would be already bawling over this chapter and the story! Alfie is sooooo adorkable it hurts!

ANYWAYS! Let's get this story on the road! I'm sure you all just want to read now! So I'll cut this short and leave everything I want to say at the end:

Disclaimer: I claim no right to The Beautiful World of Hetalia; I only own the plot lines!

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I woke up and my eyes fell on to the face of the sleeping Brit. It had happened again. I silently cursed myself for being so careless as the events of last night flooded into my head. I knew Artie hated me. He always had, ever since the Revolution.

I only wanted to become Independent so that I wouldn't be his little brother. I never wanted to not have a relationship with him...I wanted to be with him... But after the war was said and done, I tried to visit him, but he would always shun me away.

After a few decades of constant fighting and reopening old wounds, he finally forgave me and we started to patch up our relationship. It wasn't until around the beginning of the Vietnam War that I asked Artie out for drinks. I was getting constant headaches from the political debates about whether we should intervene or not. And I needed to go get a drink and thought that Artie would be the best person to go with since he was the one who asked me out to drinks last time.

We had both gotten drunk and ended up back at my place. When we woke up, Artie asked if we could pretend that it had never happened. I, of course, had hoped for a different statement, but I respected his wishes as he walked out of the house. Of course, his leaving or his arrival, did not go unnoticed by the states, who, as soon as I walked into the living room, bombarded me with questions.

Out of all of their fathers, everyone shipped what they called "USUK", over the other pairings. Hazel was probably the most, as they called it, "hard core" USUK shipper. It was no secret that she hated her Father, preferring Artie over Francis any day. I wouldn't blame her, Artie was one of the only people who could really help her when she found out she could do magic.

I slowly climbed out of the bed and begin to look for my scattered clothes. I had found everything except for my pants.

"Shit, where is it?" I muttered as I searched under Artie's desk.

"A-Alfred?" I heard the muffled voice of Artie.

"Artie!" I shouted, my head shooting up, hitting the desk. Hard

"Shit, that hurt." I cursed, rubbing my head as I crawled from out under the desk as he pulled on his boxers and a nightshirt.

"Are you alright, lad?" he asked me.

"Yea, good as ever. Have you seen my pants?" I asked as I continued to search around the room, not wanting to meet his eyes.

"I think they're in the hallway..." he said as I walked towards the door, finding the pants laying a few feet from the door. I walked back into the room and saw him sitting on the bed, staring at me.

"Alfred, we need to talk..." He said, it reminded me of the same tone that brought me back all those years ago when I had asked him the same question.

"Yea, um...this never happened, okay." I choked out, as I quickly tied my laces. I didn't want to get hurt again. I was fighting back tears and I quickly batted them away.

A part of me hoped that he would contradict me, saying that he didn't want to act like it never happened. How wrong I was.

"Yes, I couldn't agree more." I replied, nodding my head, I didn't know what else to say. I stood up and looked at him, shifting my weight.

"I should be going..." I replied, "Who knows what trouble the states have gotten into since I've been gone." he nodded his head.

"Yes, that would be best." he replied and I felt a stab of pain course through me. I gave a curt nod and walked out the door, almost bumping into a PJ clad Peter.

"Sorry, M-" he stopped in mid-sentence as he looked up and his eyes widened, "Sorry, Mr. America. I didn't see you there." He said in a quiet voice filled with alarm. I guess I would be too if someone just came out of my big brother's room in the morning. (ALFRED F. JONES! YOU DAFT FUCKING IDIOT!)

"Call me Alfred, and it's okay, I was just leaving." I said as he stared at me with a weird expression on his face. I mean it was really freaky! He just kept staring at me with big blue eyes that were filled with mixed emotions.

"Okay." He replied and I quickly walked down the stairs, hearing him mumble something under his breath. I looked behind me and I watched as he stared at me as I quickly made my way out the door. It wasn't long until I saw a taxi drive by and hailed it.

When I had climbed in, I looked out the window and saw Arthur's face staring out the window. Right at me. A stoic kind of expression on his face.

"Where to, sir?" asked the cab driver.

"The Hilton Hotel on Holland Avenue." I replied as the driver drove down the road.

After about five minutes into the drive, my phone began to blare a very loud ringtone of "This is an important call so you better answer it." I groaned as I looked at the caller ID: Nikki. Oh god, this was not good...

"Hey, Nikki." I replied as innocently as possible.

"Where are you!? You were supposed to be on the plane! You promised to call as soon as you got on! And when you didn't, I called the plane and they said you hadn't even arrived yet!" I heard her screech as I moved the phone away from my ear as her pissed-off Jersey girl voice reached my ear.

"I got sidetracked last night, sweetie." I replied, as I rubbed my forehead with as much pressure as I could muster.

"Yea, well, your children are being complete and udder monsters!" she shouted. I bit my lip to refrain from laughing.

"Kurt and Hannah we're getting along until someone mentioned 1802 and they had an all out brawl! Not to mention-" I cut her off before she could yell anymore and before I lost my hearing.

"Just calm down, I'll be home by dinner. Just try to make sure no one kills each other. I don't really want to come home and see that the civil war broke out again or World War Three started." I lectured as Nikki huffed.

"Fine, but I SOO need a vacation." She replied before hastily hanging up.

I sighed as I put my phone back into my pocket.

"Wife?" the cab driver asked.

"Worse. My daughter." I replied as the cab drivers eyebrows shot up.

"Sounds like your life is stressed." The driver said as we pulled into the hotel.

"You have no idea." I replied as I gave him 25 pounds "Keep the change." I replied as I got out of the cab and walked into the hotel. I was about to step into the elevator when France of all people walked in.

"Ah, bonjour, Amérique." he said, "Big Brother France sees you're still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, honhonhonhonhon." he said, "Someone got lucky, non?" he asked as I ignored him.

"I have been trying to call mon cher, Hazel. But the nombre she gave me last time I saw her was incorrect." he continued on.

Take a hint. I thought.

"Well, that's unfortunate." I replied as the elevator landed on my floor.

"Une minute." he said as he pulled out a pen and grabbed my arm, jotting down a string of numbers. "Tell her to call me, I would love for her to visit her Papa some time.," he said as he let go of my hand and the elevator closed.

"Not on your life." I mumbled as I walked to my room to get my stuff packed to head back to New York.

With a quick stop at the McDonalds in the airport, I made my way over to the Private Jet gates.

"Ah, Mr. America!" The pilot, Bartley, said as I came into view.

"Sorry I'm late." I apologized as I walked with him to the plane.

"It's quite alright." He replied as we walked onto the plane.

I walked to my seat and sat down, finally being able to take a drink from the sweet heaven that was the Chocolate Chip Mocha Frappe I held in my hand. I sighed as I stared out the window. The events from last night replaying in my head.

The panting.

The way his emerald eyes darkened with pure lust.

The tightness of him as I entered him.

The feeling of him coming on our stomachs.

The feeling of me filling him.

I don't know why I even bothered anymore...I have known for decades that Artie didn't love me like I loved him. So why did I keep putting myself through this? Sure those two one-night stands we had were awesome, they were really the only time that I ever got laid. But, I just wish that I could have more of those.

Not the one-night stands, mind you, but a solid relationship between Arthur and I. Being married to him was one of the things I so deeply wanted. And maybe we would have a kid or two.

Like Gilbert and Mattie. They were expecting their third child, having been together since before WWI.

Or like Ludwig and Feliciano, who were expecting their third child as well.

Or like Antonio and Romano, who were expecting their third child.

Or Kiku and Yao, were already had two children.

I really didn't want my relationship with Artie to be like Ivan and Natalya's. The only real reason that the two were really together was because Natalya had gotten pregnant. Now that made all the nations have heart attacks when Belarus announced loudly that she was with child. With Russia's.

The dude didn't even know and he ended up fainting on to the floor. There was a rumour or something about Natalya and Ivan both being drunk... well probably more Ivan being drunk and Natalya taking advantage of that... but no one really knew because Ivan was too busy screaming his head off before he fainted.

Needless to say, as Natalya's pregnancy progressed, we all grew on edge. I mean SERIOUSLY! That kid would be the offspring of RUSSIA and BELARUS! That was huge!

Anyways! They ended up having a girl, Anastasia. She's only about two years old right now, so no one is really too concerned. But she is very adorable! That is, until she destroys the world, but all the nations are keeping a VERY close eye on their parenting techniques.

But that wasn't it. Natalya was pregnant again. Apparently when Natalya was pregnant, she and Ivan actually got into an actual relationship and got married and everything...

Now, where was I going with this? Oh, it's not like I wanted Artie to get pregnant just so he would stay with me. That would just be cruel.

But it did make me think. What if Artie DID end up getting pregnant!? Now that I think about it, we really didn't use protection... but would he even tell me if he was pregnant? I don't think Countries can get abortions...but regardless; Artie wouldn't do that...would he...?

Well, considering the fact that he did hate me... I doubt he would even tell me if he was pregnant.

I sighed as I stared out the window as the plane took off. I gazed at Big Ben, and then looked towards the direction of Holland Park, and spotted Artie's house.

I guess only time would tell...

OMG! FINALLY DONE WITH CHAPTER 1!

I must have edited this thing 50 million times just to make it perfect for you guys!

So what did you all think? I bet most of you just want to strangle Alfie right now... or even Artie... They're both in love with each other BUT TOO GOD DAMN STUBBORN TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT! I'm the fucking author and I want to strangle them both!

So yeah, enough about that little outburst from me...

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