A/N: I do not own Hetalia…. Sigh…. This story was slightly inspired by a video on youtube about a guy who was pushed in front of a train 0.0 although it was virtually nothing to do with that…. -_-

Arthur was waiting for his train, like usual. It was another day in the life of Arthur Kirkland, the author. He was just waiting to get on the train so that he could meet his editor and hand in his manuscript that he had been working on for the past month.

As fate would have it, it just happened to be another rainy day in London, England, and the brit had forgotten an umbrella. He tried to cover his manuscript in his coat, keeping it close to his chest and away from the rain.

Someone ran by, causing the author to drop his manuscript. In a desperate attempt to catch his hard work, he slipped.

The last thing he saw was the lights of the train flashing in front of him before clenching his eyes shut and bracing himself for the impact.

He lived a fairly quiet life. He was only 23 and was just starting out as an author who seemed to show potential. He may not get along with his relatives and not have any friends but, he didn't want to die. Not yet anyway.

Arthur felt something grab his arm and pull him back. Emerald eyes shot open and watched the train pass right before him. He was still alive.

He turned around to thank his savior, who he was apparently sitting on. Arthur quickly stood up and brushed himself off. "I-I'm sorry! And thank you… by the way… for …. You know… saving my life…." Arthur stuck out his hand and watched as the man who saved his life stood up.

The man locked eyes with the brit. Sky blue meeting emerald. "No problem dude! That's what hero's are for! Hahaha!" The 'Hero' ignored the outstretched hand before him and instead brought Arthur into a tight embrace. "Although I have to admit… you scared the shit out of me for a second there!"

Arthur felt his face heat up at the contact and pushed the 'oh so obviously American' off of him. "Don't butcher the English language you American!"

Now that Arthur was thinking clearly, he could see the American had blonde hair (Slightly darker than his own) with one piece that stood up from all the rest, defying gravity. He also had bright sky blue eyes that matched his signature smile, as well as a pair of glasses that rested on his face. Not to mention he had the build of a model. A good looking young lad, Arthur noted to himself.

"Sorry British dude! Anyway my names Alfred F. Jones and… I'm the hero!" Arthur face palmed. Americans.

"Bloody git…. Arthur Kirkland…. Pleased to meet you." Arthur extended his arm out and this time, it was actually taken. Alfred started frantically waving it up and down. "Nice to meet ya Artie!"

Arthur grimaced. Such a horrid nickname! "Don't call me that you git! It's ARTHUR!" Artie's words seemed to go in one ear and out the other to the American, much to his annoyance. It was then the brit realized something. His manuscript. "Oh dear god no!"

Alfred watched as his new 'friend' started looking around frantically, as if there was any chance that his manuscript could still be in one piece somewhere. "What cha' lookin' for Artie?"

Ignoring the butchering of his language, the brit replied, "My manuscript! Bloody hell if I don't turn it in to Francis I'll never hear the end of it! Please tell me it didn't get run over by that blasted train!" Alfred turned around and noticed the train had gone, and there were scraps of paper everywhere.

"The train! Aww man! I was supposed to meet up with Matt and Gil….." Running a hand through his hair the American couldn't help but notice the horrified look on the Englishman's face.

"B-Bloody hell….. my manuscript… It would have been better if I had been hit by that train! I wouldn't have to deal with Francis using this as an excuse to do whatever he wants to me!" Arthur sighed and sniffled before pulling out his cell phone. Alfred did the same. (Well, the pulling out his cell phone part)

After texting his brother and telling him he couldn't make it, Alfred looked over at Arthur, who was yelling into his phone.

"No I will NOT have sex with you, you bloody frog! I don't care what Ludwig say's! That's why I'm glad I'm not you! I'll see you tomorrow! Same place and time! DEAL WITH IT!" Arthur angrily pressed the 'end' key and shoved his phone into his pocket. Mumbling a 'Bloody frog' before starting to walk off.

"Hey! Wait up Artie!" Alfred ran up to Arthur and started to walk beside the obviously annoyed brit who just wanted to be left alone.

"What do you want, wanker?" Alfred let out an obnoxious laugh while Arthur continued cursing under his breath about 'Bloody Americans' and 'Stupid rain'.

"So Art! I was thinking, ya kno'… since I missed the train we should hang out! What cha' think?" More curses started to form around the two, creating a thick tension that somehow seemed to go unnoticed by the American.

"No! Now leave me alone!" Arthur sped up, and much to his annoyance so did Alfred.

"But Artie~ It's your fault I missed the train~!" Arthur flinched, and guilt started to rush over him. It was his fault that Alfred couldn't see 'Matt and Gill' (who ever they were). Damn stupid bloody conscience!

"Dammit… Fine you bloody- ACHOO!" Arthur sneezed in the middle of his insult and Alfred's face lit up. "Bloody rain…"

"Artie! Let's go to my apartment! It's really close and it's nice and warm there~" Arthur knew he would hate himself for this later but, the offer was so tempting, and before he knew it he was fallowing the American to his apartment.

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