I did run a bit out of ideas. But I think this is pretty good, and I've tried to explain a lot on how things look. Like how the weather was and all that. But I can't create a perfect story, I'm just a human :) This is about Arthur and his 'old friend' and how Alfred suddenly does something unexpected. And what a pain he can be .

Arthur felt himself get empty for words as he looked into those eyes. And it almost looked like he had seen a ghost by how he was looking at the man. Those eyes, that colour, brought back so many memories for him. And he wasn't sure if they were good or bad.

"hey dude are you ok?"

The man asked a bit out of the blue for Arthur, and then held a tan hand out to him. But Arthur just took it away and got up on his own. There was no way he would get help for anything as simple as that.

"I'm fine. Just see where you're going."

He said with a small huff and quickly stomped away from the man. It was probably the new student that Mathias talked about. Because Arthur knew everyone in the entire school. And he had never seen that honey blond hair with that cowlick on the top. Those sky blue eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses. Wait, why was he still thinking about him?! Frustrated Arthur walked to his next class. That so unfortunately for him happened to be PE. They were training on their strength, which meant they would do push ups, and sit ups the entire time! But when he did those things he got the strangest feeling, like someone was watching him. And it wasn't the coach or the other students, he just felt it came from the windows in the upper levels. But he shook that feeling of as being pure imagination. Little did he know about the American eyeing with him with his sky blue eyes from the window in his class. After that class Arthur thought he barely had the ability to move. And he just took on some clothes and didn't shower even though he was drowning in his own sweat. Making blond locks of hair get stuck to his chin and forehead. He also changed quickly because he just couldn't stand the others make fun of his apparently 'feminine curves'. He had muscles! Sure, he wasn't as muscular as many others. But he certainly wasn't feminine!

But as he walked in the halls on his way to lunch he heard a humming sound behind him. And as the brit turned around he was met by the Americans blue eyes. Why was he down there?! Shouldn't he be in the cafeteria or something? Using his abilities to ignore people he tried to block out the other. But he felt the other stare at him. And not just a regular stare. It was creepy, like he knew something about Arthur that no one else did. It freaked him out. So he turned on his heals and turned around. Now facing the other with a irritated look on his face as the bushy big brows furrowed together.

"Why are you following me?"

He asked a bit out of the blue. But it was a good question. The other's classroom wasn't even close to the locker rooms! So he shouldn't be there unless he had PE. Something Arthur knew he hadn't. But to Arthur's surprise the man just laughed a warm laugh. It felt like everything got warmer as soon as he did that. But it still bothered him

"Because I like ya. And we're going to be friends!"

Why was he saying those things? He didn't even know Arthur! With a small sigh Arthur just turned around and walked to the cafeteria where he got food and sat down by one of the empty tables for him. As he glanced up he could see the blond hair that stood out from the crowd. Mathias didn't lie. That Alfred guy was pretty popular. Surrounded by a crowd of people just wanting to talk to him. Arthur let a small sigh pass his lips as he continued to eat in peace. Like he did every day. Not that he was bothered by it, it was quiet and peaceful so he could eat and think about what he wanted. But as a slam came in front of him he almost choked on the piece of sandwich in his mouth. And he was finally able to breathe fairly normally he could see the reason. It was Alfred! But what was he doing there? And not with the other crowd that looked as stunned as Arthur was.

"Go away."

Arthur growled down in his food. Even though he felt a bit flattered that the other chose to sit with him, and not the others. There was no way he would show that! After all it could just be a prank they wanted to do. And see how his reaction was. The American just gave a cheerful shake on his head to show he was going to stay. And Arthur wasn't going to move. So it looked like the two of them had to sit together. Luckily Alfred didn't try to start a conversation, much to Arthur's relief.

The rest of the day was one of the most tiring days he could remember. Not only was he physically exhausted, but mentally as well after all the talking Alfred had done after the lunch. Why was he talking like the two of them were best friends?! It made Arthur furious to think that he might have to spend the rest of his school year with Alfred hanging behind him like a bloody puppy. And the long road home in the rain didn't help a lot. (it looked like the gods really did hate him after all).

And when he walked in the door dripping wet to the bone he let out a growl since his parents weren't at home. It wasn't a room that didn't have a bible, or a statue of something in the Christian belief. That was the reason why his parents spoke so little to him. They meant that if he really did see a huge wolf back then that it was a demon. And since he fed the demon he had sinned. After he said that he had to stay three days down in the basement alone, with almost no food. His parents would be upstairs and beg 'God' for forgiveness, and they forced him to do the same. Arthur just threw his school bag away as he went to the bathroom and got a good and warm shower. He felt relaxed as soon as he felt the warm water give the feeling back in his arms and legs.

He walked out a lot happier than when he walked in, and just took on a pair of sweatpants seeing as he was alone at home. But as soon as he walked out of the door a chill went down his spine. It was all cleaned. His school bag was placed on his bed as he ran up, and his window was now open. That window used to stand open 24/7 in any weather as a small hope that the wolf would come back. But after a couple of years he was forced with the harsh truth and for the first time closed it. That was now open, like whoever had been there wanted to say something. But what? A bit nervous he closed the window, locked all the doors and set the alarm on as he walked up to his room. Now no one could come in without him noticing. That night he sat up and studied like he always would, so he would be ahead of his classmates. But it wasn't boring, in fact it was really fascinating. But that same feeling of being watched came back to him, and when he looked up and prepared to see a bird he let out a loud gasp. And his emerald eyes went wide as he fell down from the chair he was on. There, right outside his window was a huge wolf! Strawberry blond hair, sky blue eyes. But this one wasn't like the other. This one was huge! The size of a bus if he had to compare it to that! But it didn't look like it wanted to harm Arthur. In fact, it looked really friendly.

He thought he lost that childish heart of his a long time ago. But apparently not. Because as he did so many years before he ran down. Got some raw meat and milk and ran out in his now bigger shoes.

The wolf was laying down again, but his tail was swaying back and forth like he had expected Arthur to come out. With a warm, and extremely rare smile he sat the milk and food down. Most dogs like to be alone when they eat, or at least have some distance from a human. But this one didn't. It started to eat as soon as the food was there. Even though it wasn't skinny it ate hungrily like a child would with sweets. And after just a few minutes it was all gone, something that would take a human maybe half an hour. Arthur sat himself down in the wet grass, and didn't mind the coldness outside. (even though it was a bit cold). It was the wolf he had been waiting for so many years. He was there! Before Arthur could even react, or say anything the wolf had suddenly gotten right with his face. And licked his cheek like a regular dog would do. The sent of meat and milk was still there, and it wasn't the very best to be honest. But he didn't care. The wolf acted like a dog, and Arthur was now sure that he wasn't insane! All those comments were all lies. He was the one that was right! And with that he started to pet the wolf's head with a warm and happy laugh. Until he heard the car drive up to the garage and his eyes widened. Oh no! He had to get in right now. Arthur gave the wolf a final, sad look before softly kissing it's head and ran inside. It looked like it had gotten the point, and walked away with it's ears laying down.

That night Arthur found it impossible to go to sleep. It was a strange feeling, a tingly sort of feeling. But it was comfortable. The wolf actually had the faint sent of cologne, even though it still smelled like wet dog. There was something familiar about that sent, but what? Well not that he thought about that so much. Because after a while he eventually fell into a deep sleep. But that couldn't last forever. One always has to wake up from a dream, most of the time.

And for Arthur that time was about 1 hour and 30 minutes after he fell asleep. And with a loud groan he almost slammed the alarm down and was barely able to get out of bed without his eyelids falling shut once again. This time it took a lot more time before he got to the school, and he was just able to get in his classroom as the bell signalized that they had to find their seats.

And his school day wasn't any more fun than yesterday. But luckily he didn't see Alfred there today, apparently he was sick or something. That was at least a good thing. But what wasn't was that ankle he sprained in PE. So he had to walk the entire way home, on an injured ankle. Woho. Arthur's face almost looked a few years older as he started on the long way home. But half way there something stopped him, or rather someone stopped him. Because in the middle of the small road there was a man on a motorcycle. And that man would of course just happen to be Alfred! With a angry sigh the brit tried to ignore the American giving him a wide smirk. But as he tried to walk past him something pulled in his arm. And everything was a blur for a second. But once he got a hold of his surroundings again he found out that he was on Alfred's motorcycle

"You git! Let me down right now!" He hissed angrily and tried to get down, but Alfred would just force him on again

"with a foot like that? I don't think so" he said with an awkward smile as he started to quickly drive away again.

"Wait. How do you have one of these? Are you even old enough?!" He thought one would have to be a bit older to get permission for driving such a enormous motorcycle. But Alfred didn't answer, he just gave the same smirk as he did before.

After ten agonizing minutes they were finally at Arthur's house. Alfred drove like a freaking maniac! First of all he didn't use a helmet, second of all he wasn't old enough, third he was way over speed limit! Arthur jumped off the motorcycle a bit dizzy due to the cold air and how fast they went. All of a sudden something pulled him up, and he saw that Alfred carried him! Even though he protested, squirmed even hit the American he didn't let go. That was when he noticed it. That sent he smelled yesterday. But, why did Alfred smell like that? Was he the owner of the wolf? No, surely such a magnificent beast couldn't be owned by anything, or anyone. Once Alfred was with the front door he carefully placed Arthur down, like he was made of glass or something. And that was when he held a small envelope out for him.

"I'm having a party. I decided to invite everyone I knew the name of. So I'll hope you be there, Arthur".

And with that. Alfred was once again gone from sight quicker than anyone could say 'goodbye'. But Arthur didn't notice that. He just stared down at the envelope with wide eyes. There was two things he didn't really do that a lot of teenagers did. 1, smoke. 2, go to parties. This would b his first time actually. Or at least, to a teenage party. He continued to stare at the invitation. And ignored tha pain from his ankle, and the ugly looks his parents gave him.

Omg! I'm working as fast as I can you guys. So I know that a lot of it is really crappy. But I'm so happy I've gotten a few followers already! You guys are the best!~ Also I don't own Hetalia (of course not) And if you think anything in this story is offensive. It can be about anything, the way I write, the religion and how I show it. But if I offend you I'm really sorry. I'm just trying to make a good story. I'll try and be fast with the next chapter as well :) But I can't promise anything!