A/N:Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia…. But I wish I did -_- *Runs off and cries in corner*

*USUK*

I stared at the boy on the piano playing the music as if it were the melody of his soul. My eyes fluttered closed as I listened more intently.

It sounded so sad, low notes mixed with high ones, creating a beautifully twisted melody that reminded me of ….betrayal? I listened as the notes became darker and deeper, the few high notes of hope slowly fading into nothing but darkness and-

My thoughts were interrupted as a hand swung over my mouth and I was pulled into a cabinet. I tried to scream but couldn't thanks to the hand. "Shhh mon ami! It's just us!" I looked up curiously at the sound of the French accent. It was Mattie and Francis, those douches.

"You scared the shit out of me dude!" I pouted as they rolled their eyes at me.

"Alfred…. Why are you here?" My mind immediately shot back to the sound of music that continued to flow from outside the cabinet I was being kept in.

"I was fallowing the sound of music and just kinda… ended up here…." I shrugged my shoulders as if to prove a point.

"I zee…." Mattie and Francis locked eyes for a moment, almost as if having a debate without words against each other. Apparently Francis must have won because he smirked while Matt just turned his head disapprovingly and sighed.

"You zee zhat boy on ze piano over zhere, non?" Francis opened the door a crack so that I could see the blonde once again.

"Yeah… he's amazing at the piano… It's almost… entrancing…" I started to subconsciously sway with the music. It sounded so… depressing…. Yet beautiful at the same time…. Almost like there was some twisted joy out of the whole betrayal? It's almost scary…

"Oui…. He used to play and sing…. But stopped after an incident in which 'e believed the cause was 'is music…. But it would appear as if 'e still plays when no one else is around…." I started to pay more attention to what Francis was saying.

"Incident? What do ya mean?" A perverted smirk made its way onto the Frenchman's face.

"Interested in angleterre hmm~?" A blush devoured my face at what he was suggesting.

"N-not like that! I-I was just curious is all!" I leaned back a little too far and fell out of the closet. For some reason right after I fell out Francis and Mattie shut the door again….

"Dudes?" I heard the music stop playing and turned to see a pair of emerald green eyes that were glistening under the sunlight staring at me in shock.

"Wh-who the bloody hell are you! And what are you doing here! It's after school hours you know!" The student council president stood up quickly in a panic, only to trip over the piano and fall flat on his face.

For a moment he didn't move and I considered the possibility of him having perhaps died but quickly through that thought away as I heard a low moan escape the others lips.

"D-dammit…." I watched as the other slowly sat up, rubbing his injured face. Smiling, I stood up and walked over to the grumbling boy.

"Here. Let me help…" I extended my hand out for Arthur to take, but he slapped it away and stood up on his own instead.

"Now… tell me… who are you and why are you here?" There was a bright blush on the other's face as he averted eye contact, probably embarrassed.

"Alfred F. Jones and…. I'm the hero!" Apparently I caught the other blonde off guard because he fell back on his butt.

"Wanker! Don't yell so suddenly! Bloody git and your loud mouth… making fall on my arse…" All of a sudden something clicked in my mind.

"Wow! DUDE! YOU'RE BRITISH!" I toppled the already sitting brit onto the ground and brought him into a tight hug.

"What the- gah! C-can't… b-breath! A-air… need…. Air!" I got the message and loosened my grip on the smaller boy, still hugging him though.

"I love England and all the UK! Yay! I have a new British friend~" Arthur snorted and blushed, crossing his arms.

"I'm not British... I'm ENGLISH… from ENGLAND. There's a difference you know…." I just chuckled. Such a cute stuffy little brit~ So adorable~

"Yeah yeah same difference~ So cute~" I started rubbing our cheeks together, making the Englishman blush even more.

"Wh-what the hell! Unhand me!" Ignoring the petit blonde's protests I continued to hug him and rub our cheeks together. I have a real English friend! How much awesome can life even get! Yay~ Plus he's so cute and stuffy like~

There was a loud crash and the two of us looked in the direction over near the cabinet where Francis and Mattie fell out of. I smirked at their terrified expressions.

"FROOOOOGGGG! What the bloody hell do you think you are doing! Sneaking around like that! And you brought your boyfriend too, how nice. Now you can die happily!" Arthur ran up and punched the Frenchman in the gut.

"Mon ami… let me explain…." The brit pulled away and Francis grabbed his gut. "Oui… we were listening to ze music is all…. No need to get so violent…."

"Oh shut it frog! If I wanted anyone to hear me play then I would have let them! But I don't! Not ever since- ….. not ever again you wanker!" Everyone except for me cringed as Arthur caught himself from letting something apparently only I didn't know about slip. I started to feel left out but then realized they must be thinking of whatever that 'Incident' was or whatever…. It's not like it's my business or anything but… still….

"Mon chere…. You like 'is playing too, non?" Mattie looked like he would rather die than be forced to answer that, thus getting brought into the conversation and risking getting murdered.

"W-w-well… I…. yes…. Your really good Arthur….." Arthur's expression softened a bit at the shy Canadian.

"Thank you Matthew… but I'm sure you can understand why I will never play again…." Mattie nodded and frowned. "Well…. Anyway…. Matthew…. You and Mr. Jones look very similar…. Are you related?" A smile played on my lips as I jumped onto Mattie.

"Yup! We're bro's! But He spent his younger days in Canada with our dad while I lived here with mom after they divorced! But now he lives with us since pops got remarried! Yay! Mattie!" I rubbed my cheek against Matthew's, who quickly turned pink.

"G-get off me Al! This is so embarrassing!" I let go and smirked.

"Artie! Don't call me Mr. Jones m'kay? Call me ALFRED! OR AL! or…. HERO!" I fist pumped the air for an extra effect to throw in their just for fun.

"I may call you whatever I do so wish to call you and I choose to call you Mr. Jones. It's the formal way of speaking in which I address all of the students I am merely acquainted with. Also…. DON'T CALL ME ARTIE! Mr. Kirkland is highly acceptable or student council president is fine as well…." I rolled my eyes at the brit.

"I may call you whatever I do so wish to call you and I choose to call you Artie." I replied in a terrible attempt at an English accent.

A grin spread across my face as Artie's cheeks darkened and he scowled. "Fine! I will call you Alfred if you agree to call me Arthur. Deal?" My smirk only grew as I squeezed the still pink student council president in my arms.

"Deal! Hahahahaha!" Ignoring the protesting Arthur, I finally stopped squeezing the tiny blonde when I heard Francis cough to get my attention.

"Oui… umm…. We shall be taking our leave now so… Angleterre I shall leave Alfred in your care, oui? Take 'im 'ome for me, non? Au revoir~" Mattie and Francis then disappeared around the corner, leaving me and Artie alone.

"Umm…. You have a car?" I asked, hoping to god he did and that I wouldn't have to walk home.

"Y-yeah…. Uhh…. I'll give you a ride…. I guess….."

"M'kay~" Arthur walked out into the halls and I fallowed close behind, skipping.

When we finally reached the parking lot we stopped in front of a dark green jeep. "Dude! You have a jeep! AWESOME! I'm so jealous!" I jumped into the passenger's seat and started bouncing up and down, moving my arms along with me in excitement. "Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!"

I heard the driver's door open and then a something shift, signaling Arthur had gotten in the car. "Would you please try to calm down you wanker? It's just a jeep…. Git…." The engine started and the car started to move. "Where do you live?"

"121 maple ave. Mattie loves it there…. Kinda funny… hahaha" I short and tiny smile spread across Arthur's lips. Even though it only lasted for a second, I noticed it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I wanted to see more of it.

"Canadians…. Not nearly as bad as American's though…." There it was again. Another smile that was more beautiful than an angle. Without meaning to I found myself smiling along with him, despite the fact that I had just been insulted.

"I really like your smile…." And just like that the smile disappeared, almost as if it had been swept away by the wind.

"It's an ugly thing. I shouldn't smile. At least that's what I had been told…. Francis, Gilbert, and Antonio keep trying to tell me otherwise though… but they are all just a bunch of gits…" I frowned. Ugly?

"Whoever told you that you shouldn't smile is crazy and probably just jealous. Your smile is beautiful. Hell, YOU'RE beautiful! Like an angle!" Despite my best efforts, Arthur just stared at me in disbelief, not believing a single word I said.

"Don't say such things unless you want a bruise on that face of yours. Flattery and lies will get you nowhere in life." A frown took over my face again and I pouted.

"I don't get why you can't see how beautiful you are…. Maybe YOU'RE the one who needs to check his eyesight…." I mentally patted myself on the back for that one, it made Artie's face flush and he began to sputter as we turned into my driveway.

"B-bloody git! My eyes are perfectly fine! And I am WELL aware of my own features thank you very much you prat. It's disgusting." I unbuckled my seat belt but stayed in the car, staring at the gorgeous blonde next to me who had just called himself disgusting.

"Ya know Artie…. I think I'll just have to show you how beautiful you really are since you can't see it yourself…." I jumped out of the car and slammed the door a little harder than I should've before I ran up the steps to my house and turned around, waving at the shocked brit still in my driveway.

"See ya later Artie!" A few cusses were thrown my way before I stepped inside my house and shut the door. I leaned against the wood of the door and smiled to myself.

Arthur Kirkland. I'll show you just how much you're worth.

A/N: Yay! And now the plot is shown… hehe Good luck Al…. really… you'll need it…. Please review! I love reviews they make me so happy! XD And thank you for reading! Next chapter is on its way! Also one more thing... When it's about Artie's past or whatever I could either just have him say it or actually go back to when it happened like he's tellin the whole story and stuff but if I went back then the rating would have to go up to M... please tell me what ya think I should do? Also any questions, comments, suggestions, critisism, it's all welcome! XD