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Sorry I haven't updated in forever...I truly apologize! I was having major school issues...super busy. And then writing block issues... v.v Guh...yes I know it's no excuse, since it's now summer and all...but I'm proud of this chapter :D And at least it's here x_x So yes! Please do enjoy~!

One of the big problems I was having w/ writing this is I didn't know exactly what direction I wanted to take it, which characters I wanted in the story...but I do now! :D So get ready for an epic story of drama drama drama...revolved around romance of course~! ^-^

Although I do apologize...because it takes a lot to edit perfectly and make it pristine and perfect...so it may take a while..but I will try and update faster.. x3

But I promise you, I will make sure it is worthy of your time! So thanks for all of your favorites, reviews, follows~! 8D I love you so much for it! ^0^

Anyway, the story is just heating up... MUHAHAHAHA.. 8D

Disclaimer: I love Hetalia, but sadly, do not own it...not even poor, little Canada VoV

Enjoy, my country loving friends~!


As they arrived at the busy entrance to the cafeteria, Alfred was so psyched for lunch. He looked behind at the brit who had let go of his hand, now keeling over, his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

"Come on, Iggy! I wanna make sure I don't miss out on those hamburgers!"

Arthur glared up at the boy, but saw his excited expression and decided to sympathize-he vaguely recalled the American's love for hamburgers, and didn't want to kill his happiness just because he wasn't feeling well.

"You can keep going. I think I'm going to head to the nurse for a bit." Arthur turned and started walking away, his hand to his stomach. He wasn't sure he could eat anything after all of what had happened. God he hoped he hadn't cracked a rib.

"Wait, but Igster!" Arthur's furry eyebrows twitched at the obnoxious name Alfred had called out. He sighed and turned to see Alfred rushing towards him. "Hey, if you're not feeling well I can come down there with you! Just wait here one second, kay?" Alfred wasn't about to leave his friend alone in the dumps. He decided to do the right thing and join him. Then he could meet up with his other friends later and introduce them all to the brit.

Arthur gave Alfred one questionable glance and told him in a stern voice, "Alright. Just so long as you won't repeat that bloody awful nickname anymore."

Alfred cheekily grinned and exclaimed, "No promises!" before he rushed through the crowd of people and disappeared. Arthur sighed and leaned against a wall, although it was probably quite unsanitary. Yeah, and blood on his sleeve wasn't? He shook his head to himself and waited.

Alfred dashed through the people around him, under arms and through conversations, shouting, "'Scuse me!" "Comin' through!" until he'd made it inside. Yes! The line wasn't too long! He stood behind about ten people and tried to peek past them in order to see what he was after.

Francis stood behind the intriguing American, wondering what he was doing. "Oh, mon petit chou!" He called in a rather curious tone. "Why in such a hurry?"

Alfred heard the confusing language being called from behind him, and since he was used to having to look out for the weird pet names the Frenchie called them, he turned to see the long, wavy blonde and blue eyed right there. "Oh hey broski! I gotta hurry and get to the hamburgers before they're all gone..." Alfred took another peek in front of them as they moved up in line, then continued his sentence, "…So that I can go with Arthur to the nurse's office!"

Francis raised an eyebrow, his eyes widening and his smile crept up his lips. He barely knew Arthur, but sometimes liked to tease him because he was so easily angered. How very intriguing that Alfred would take a sudden interest in the quiet, short-tempered brit.

"What on Earth happened to poor Eyebrows?" Francis supplied Alfred with a shocked expression, his hand covering his mouth.

"Artie was being beat up by these jerks. And no one came in to stop them until me, the hero, did." Alfred pointed to himself with the pride and honor of a true American.

"Oh, mon ami! It's such a shame that he was treated so terribly!" Francis exclaimed. "Je suis desole!"

"Yeah...it's been forever since I talked to Arthur. I wonder how he got himself in that mess." Alfred's voice seemed to sort of drift off as past memories surfaced, and then abruptly his eyes widened as he rushed up to the hamburgers and he grabbed two of them. "Alright!" He fist punched the air and went up to pay for them. This day was just getting better and better-being a hero that early in the morning, seeing Iggy again, and now two whole hamburgers for himself!

Francis wondered what change of events would happen if Arthur started joining them at lunch. He'd always thought having Arthur around was quite interesting and he was thoroughly amusing to pick on. The Frenchman chuckled and picked up a sandwich from the line and watched as Alfred waved him goodbye and ran off at great speed.

Matthew had been standing behind Francis and had noticed that his brother had run off somewhere again. No one had noticed him. But he was already used to the feeling.

"F-Francis.." Matthew whispered, feeling uneasy now. He reached out and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Oh, why bonjour there, Mattie. Sorry I didn't notice you." Francis said as Matthew recoiled his arm to the safety of his white teddy bear, Kumajiro.

"Eh, c'est bien." Matthew replied. "Who's the person Alfred was talking about?" He wondered, curiously.

"Oh, Arthur! He's a real stickler and gets annoyed easily. Quite a funny personality, really." The Frenchman laughed throatily and continued, slyly, "I'm sure we'll be able to have great fun with him."

There was an odd glint in Francis' eye at that moment, and Matthew noticed it.

He tried to ignore it since Francis would've denied it, grabbed a sandwich, and walked with him to the table where they greeted everyone else.


"Iggy! Iggy! Iggy! Igg-" Alfred came racing up to Iggy, one hand holding a hamburger, the other waving about as the American had his mouth full of his other hamburger.

"Quiet, would you?" Arthur sighed as his eyebrows furrowed. Really...Alfred was so childish and had no manners whatsoever. He remembered the American to be less detestable and displeasing when they were children. And he kept calling him that bloody name. "And take that hamburger out of your mouth when you're talking."

"Waaaa!" Alfred whined. "I don't like Iggy this way! Iggy wasn't so upset before. What's the matter now?" He took a bite and held the half eaten hamburger in his hand as Arthur started walking. Alfred realized he had to keep up as Arthur kept moving without answering the question.

"Nothing. It's just rude manners is all." Arthur replied. He continued, matter-of-factly, "And if you don't like me than you shouldn't come with me to the nurse's office."

"No! I like Iggy!" Alfred rushed up once again and took a hold of Arthur's hand, swinging it back and forth now. He started almost bouncing up and down as they walked and Iggy's cheeks became hot.

"Let go you git." Arthur mumbled out to Alfred, but knew it was no use. Alfred kept bouncing down the hall and didn't even notice Arthur trying to let go...or the sudden bright-red-color conjuring up on his cheeks.

"Bloody hell..." Arthur muttered as they made it to the third floor.

"So Arthur, I was thinking you could meet my friends after you were feeling better! We can meet them at the lunch room after this." Alfred grinned as he swung their hands back and forth as he took the last bite of his hamburger. He mumbled to himself, "Aww..all gone. I should've gotten more."

How many can he eat? Arthur wondered as they turned the corner. He didn't remember the American to be able to stomach much when they were kids-only a few of the scones he'd made and then he was finished. Alfred sure had changed in all these years they hadn't seen each other. "Sure I can meet them. I don't know if they'll want to though.." He muttered the last sentence under his breath. He did know plenty of people in this school that didn't like him after all. He'd made so many enemies in his first year being here. It'd shocked him that Alfred was here at all...that he'd even recognized him...let alone save him. Fate was a funny thing.

"Of course they will!" Alfred beamed.

Arthur, still unsure, sighted the nurse's door and opened it to find a familiar lady who asked, "Hello, Arthur. What's the matter?"

"Hey Mrs. Clover. My stomach's been hurting. I was wondering if I could rest here a while?"

"Of course. Take a seat over here." She patted a bed and gave a friendly smile to Alfred, then looked back at Arthur, then down to their hands, with an almost knowing smile, "And who might this be?"

"I'm Alfred." He introduced himself with a beam as always, still clutching onto Arthur's hand, holding the other up as if he'd been called on.

"It's nice to meet you Alfred." Mrs. Clover opened her hand out to shake it with him. Alfred complied, now letting go of Arthur's hand to do so.

"And what are you here for?" She asked.

"Here to keep Iggy company, of course!" He replied.

"Alright then. If you need anything Arthur just let me know, okay?"

"Thanks." Arthur smiled at her and nodded, going over to the bed to lay down on it. His stomach really was killing him now. He hoped it didn't feel like this for the rest of the day. God that would be hell.

Alfred went to sit beside Arthur, on the bed.

"So you know her pretty well, huh, dude?" Alfred asked.

"Yeah, I come here quite frequently." Arthur nodded.

Alfred gave a questioning look, "What for?"

Arthur sighed. "A lot of things really. Not much to go into detail about." He laughed a little nervously, and then suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. "Guh!" Arthur exclaimed as he clutched his stomach.

Alfred stood up and leaned over at Iggy, looking at him worriedly, "Are you alright Iggy? Shouldn't you get that checked out?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Just hurts a little." Arthur once again laughed it off shakily and winced again. "Just remind me not to laugh anymore in the meantime."

"Okay, dude. Just tell me if you need the nurse, cuz I'll get her for you." Alfred shrugged and sat back down, barely realizing he'd stood up at the sound of the brit's pain.

"Thanks." Arthur let the silence take them in a little while and looked out the window to his left. It was a sunny day out today-the snow had been slowly melting for the past few days. The school year was actually so close to being over already-only half left to go. He looked up at Alfred and suddenly felt compelled to ask a very serious question, "Alfred, why did you help me today? We haven't talked or even crossed paths in years."

The question took Alfred aback and he thought about it, "I don't know...I just...I saw you all alone, in pain, Iggy, and I didn't want you to be in pain." He rubbed the back of his already messy blonde hair. "I know what it's like to be alone...so alone that it's painful. Every day hurt." The taller, blue eyed teenager dropped his hand by his side and looked deeply into Arthur's eyes, almost as if he was waiting for him to continue. To comment in some form...but he dropped that solemn, desolate look with a bow of his head and looked back to the Englishman to continue, "And even though we haven't spoken in a while, I'm sure there's good to come since we are now." He smiled down at Arthur.

"I hope so." Arthur smiled down at the pillows beside him. He wondered what that look was for...what on earth could've hurt Alfred so much in the past to the point that he'd changed this much? To the point that that look was hiding something from Arthur, and he knew he needed to find out what. "I guess you don't sound like a git all the time." He suddenly broke the silence and laughed to himself, lightly.

"Do you really think I'm that much of a git?" Alfred pouted.

"Hey, if you're a git, you're a git. There's not much you can do about it. Except maybe work on your eating skills." Arthur reached up and brushed off a crumb or two from the American's lip.

Alfred widened his eyes as Arthur did so and he felt his heart thump loudly. What was that? He'd already shut himself off from the Englishman before, keeping his true feelings deep inside where he'd never have to feel that pain again. Why were his feelings, without hesitation, surfacing again? Damnit.

Arthur looked away hastily, blushing. Damn his strange behavior today. Alfred just made him feel so...

There was a sudden burst of the door as it flew open. Suddenly faces came pouring in and Arthur was shocked at being caught in the act of what had just happened, his cheeks still slightly pink. Alfred was also shocked, but suddenly that shock changed to overwhelming happiness.

"Hey guys! You made it!" Alfred exclaimed in excitement.

"Did you like our awesome entrance? I thought of it, myself, of course." Gilbert gave a smug look and grinned, his arms crossed in front of his chest. "Only the awesomest of the awesomest!"

"Right after I suggested it." Roderich rolled his eyes, muttering to himself.

"You're way too high on your horse to think of anything as awesomely-filled as this Roddy!" Gilbert snickered, sticking his tongue out in a mocking way, and Roderich crossed his arms and glared, thinking that that was completely unnecessary, blushing a tad as he thought so.

"Eyebrows! How lovely to see you again! Why on earth are you as rouge as a rose, mon petite chou?" Francis exclaimed, walking in the door, arms outstretched.

"Don't call me Eyebrows you bloody Frog!" Arthur called, wishing that that damn Francis would just leave-he never ceased to pester him in biology and he knew the Frenchman wouldn't stop now.

Ignoring the bickering between Francis and Arthur, Ludwig sighed, "Mein gott. I knew this was a bad idea. Kiku and I should have just come up ourselves. Whenever we're in a group we always screw everything up."

"Luddy~!" Feliciano called out as he ran up to the door. "Those stairs were terrible to get up but then I saw a spider and had to rush up here as soon as I could!"

"Of course you did." Ludwig sighed, rolling his eyes.

Arthur felt surprised there were this many people to see him here. He'd never had close friends before, so he wasn't really sure what to say.

"You all didn't need to come see me. I just had a bit of an upset stomach is all." He realized he felt a little embarrassed at so much attention. The other day in third period math he'd been thinking that if he were to die, nobody would've cared. How could that assumption suddenly change so drastically?

"A-After Francis told us what happened to you we had to come and see that you were okay." Matthew said quietly in the corner.

"I hope Iggy's gonna be okay! You took some nasty blows, bro!" Alfred exclaimed and hugged Arthur.

Arthur smiled at Alfred, still surprised they all cared. He didn't even know half of them.

"Well we can probably go back to the cafeteria now. I won't make you all wait to eat your lunches anymore."

"Be careful Iggy!" Alfred said as Arthur moved and winced.

Matthew watched as his brother helped Arthur up. He frowned when he realized it had been as if no one had really noticed what he'd said. But he was used to that.

The room started to clear as the chatter moved outside, and as Matthew stood in the corner, they all left. He wondered why not being noticed was suddenly so irritating to him.

The room now empty, he felt...angry.

He'd never felt really angry like this before, only hopeless. I mean, the last time he'd felt this strong of emotions was when he'd lived in the orphanage with Arthur and his brother, and had realized his feelings for Alfred. They'd been locked up since then, but only because there was no one to threaten how he felt about the hamburger-loving hero. It was all too new to him, but also familiar. And the grudge he felt against Iggy had only just surfaced.

He felt an overwhelming rush of sadness and anger flow through him. Then, shocked at the sudden strange feelings, he left the room to join the others, trying to forget overall what he'd just felt.

Francis stood outside the nurse's office, as the others walked away. He watched his beloved Canadian as emotions visibly shifted on the quiet boys face. Anger. Hurt. Pain. Shock.

The Frenchman knew what was happening. He knew Matthew had feelings for Alfred. He'd known since the time the four of them had lived together at the orphanage. A lot had changed since then-they'd all been separated out into different families except for Alfred and Mattie-but feelings had stayed the same-stale and more powerful and deeper than ever.

Francis knew this was his chance. All those years ago he'd had to leave Mattie with that rude, selfish, hamburger-loving bastard. Well not this time. Matthew would see that he had no chance with his brother. He would make sure that Mattie would get his grudge towards Arthur sent out in the worst possible way-by blackmailing, deceit and war-and that Alfred would go with him. When it comes to love, it is war, after all, he thought to himself, knowingly, as he rested his arm on the Canadian's shoulders and headed to lunch.


So I thought I should probably translate the french...although it isn't too much :3 Finally...a use for taking French for two years T_T ..

Oh, mon petit chou! : Oh, my little cabbage!

Oh, mon ami! : Oh, my friend!

Je suis desole : I'm sorry.

bonjour : hello (yeah, I know it's obvious..but you know some ppl don't know French at all.. xP)

c'est bien : It's good.

rouge : red

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