AN; Mmm, Hetalia. Well! Random crap drabbles are going to be placed in this little area around here. Yes yes. They are going to be cracky, Random, occasionally smutty. So~ ... Have fun? :D

Starstruck
Pairing: UsxUk
Inspiration: Somehow, the song Starstruck by 3!oh3
Warnings; Crack. Crossdressing Arthur. ...Stupid crack.


America sat on a random bench, a smile plastered on his face. This was the perfect time of day for lady watching. He couldn't help but let out a small excited giggle, before imitating a wolf whistle he hard heard earlier on the radio. The girl looked over at him, a look on disgust on her face before she actually saw him. Blonde hair, bright blue eyes~ She smiled, a blush covering her cheeks as she walked away, being sure to sway her hips in just the right way.

Said blue eyes following her orange short-short clad behind. Oh yes, this definitely was his favorite time of day.

What he didn't know though, was that somewhere behind him, in a bush was of course, Arthur Kirkland. He had been randomly army crawling in the bushes, since it was one of his top techniques when spying. He peeked above the bush, watching as Alfred sent another whistle to a girl with a rather large ...rack. He glared at the girl, before turning his glare to the blond man. What the… What a pig! Just sitting there watching the girls pass. Well, he'd show him. He was just as good as any of those girls, Right?

Alfred sat on the bed in England's room. He was tempted to ask why the other wanted to stay at his house, but decided against it. Maybe the old fool was just feeling lonely again. His thoughts were so rudely interrupted when Arthur walked slowly into the room, a bright blush on his face.

The blonde on the bed did a double take, his eyes roaming up from the older males pale, well shaped legs, to the small yellow shorts hanging dangerously low on his waist, then up to the white almost see through shirt that hung off his shoulders, and ended just above his belly button.

America stared at him for a moment, before falling back on the bed, tears rolling from his eyes and his hand clutching his stomach as he laughed his ass off. This action made Arthur go from embarrassed to angry in a millisecond, the shorter blond now standing over the laughing boy. "S-shut up, I was doing this for you!" He shouted, a frown on his face.

Alfred stopped rolling around at the slightly hurt sound in the others voice and stared up at him.

"Y-you never look at me the way you look at those girls, How come?!" He demanded. God damn it. He wanted to know! Honestly though, he didn't expect an answer and started to move away when a hand suddenly wrapped around his wrist.

"Because I'm American." He said simply, "And you…you lo..lo..-"

"-Love you." Arthur rolled his eyes.

"Right, and it…You know I have problems saying it back…So I feel guilty" Alfred tugged on the arm, pulling England down and on top of him.

"You're an git, what does that have to do with anything?" The smaller male rolled his eyes, but settled comfortably against the body under him.

"Well…If I keep being interested in those girls while you're around, You'll get angry and then you won't…love me anymore?" The stronger country finished the sentence in a sad voice, his eyes moving away from the blond on him.

England sighed. "You're an idiot. You really are, Even I know that you even feel guilty when you flirt with them, and then you come back apologizing to me. Plus, I have to put up with your rubbish every day, If that doesn't make me stop loving you…I can't think of anything that will."

Alfred could only chuckle, letting out a small sigh of relief. "Yeah, well I'm not the one in short-shorts."

"W-WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING I FO-"

Arthur was silenced by the hand that slid under his chin, and the lips that met his own.