Title: Blonde Haired, Blue Eyed, Lover Boy.

Disclaimer: Axis Powers Hetalia (C) Hidekaz whatever...

Summary: Punk!Arthur...How jesus is that?
Alright, Arthur goes through that damned punk phase that was so obvious and is so well known in his country's history.
And you know you think he's cute that way. All tightly dressed and-Yep. I'm not a pervert.

UberNote: This is gonna be a series of one shots that mean nothing and have no point to live. I just always end up writing one shots and deleting them because there's really no point to post a simple one-shot if I'm not super happy with it. Here, I'd be happier to post it, even if it does suck. X3

Note: Arthur and Francis are just the tiniest bit younger. Arthur is 19 and Francis is 22 (Yes. The age difference is accurate.) :D

Note V2: The title...has nothing to do with what happens in these stories. I just liked the way it sounded.


2. Late Night Rendezvous.

As The Sex Pistols finished their closing song, Steve Jones leaped back onto the stage.

"Volunteer song!" He screamed and then everyone in the crowd had their hands up and were screaming back. "You, you, you, you..." He was touching hands, and he came over a certain one with black nails. "You..." He touched Arthur's hand and pulled him up stage. Francis whooped and hollered when Arthur got picked, also taking advantage of the moment he was pushing Arthur up, to touch his ass. Arthur didn't even notice as he walked up the microphones at the front of the stage. He stood next to a girl he knew from work. "You, you, you, you, you...aaaaand you!" The crowd screamed louder, applauding the people who got chosen to be on stage. "What should they sing, you fucking rotters?" He lifted his hand to his ear. "God Save The Queen? Hmm?" Screams returned to him. "Alright!" The band started playing, and Arthur couldn't think after that. All he did was sing with all his heart about money, tourists, human machines, and future.

No future...No future...No future...For you!

Arthur smiled at Francis, who was waving his hand with the crowd.

No future...No future...No future...For me!

The song ended and Arthur was off the stage and in Francis' arms within seconds. As they walked to the car, Arthur hummed happily.

"You know," Arthur fumbled to give Francis his keys. "There's no future for you, no future for me, but..." Arthur hiccuped and laid back in the back seats of his car. "There's truly a future for us." Francis smiled and started driving back to Arthur's flat. "I love you..." Francis smirked. Arthur was really drunk, but Francis promised that he wouldn't take advantage. He loved Arthur, and he wouldn't do anything unless Arthur said yes. Soberly.

That's love.


Well, that's all...Je vous verrez plus tard.

Ohey, did you hear? Russia tought me how to make people become one with me! THROUGH FEAR!

So, if you don't want to have to become one with Russia, or me...

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