Alright this chapter is gonna be a look at how the date actually went, along with Alfred's and Arthur's interpretations of how it went. are you ready? :D

Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia.

"I've met Alfred before, and he seems like a fun guy. Why didn't you like him, mon ami?" Francis was not exactly shocked at idea of the two of them being extremely opposite, but didn't think Arthur would be that miserable on his date. "Oh, he was a huge ball of fun! Yeah, if fun means extremely obnoxious and rude. It all started off when he arrived ten minutes late..."

How Arthur told it-

Arthur was sitting in the restaurant, and waiting patiently on his date to arrive. "I'm sure he's just stuck in traffic," Arthur said to himself (or maybe his imaginary friends?) with an empathetic tone. Finally, a man approached him, and said, "Yo! You're Arthur, ain't ya? I'm Alfred!" He smiled, and held out his hand. It was disgustingly greasy. "Oh," he took his hand back in sheepishly. "Sorry. I stopped to get a bite to eat on the way here, ya know. In case the food sucks, so I'll have something to tie me over until this dates over." Arthur was horrified to hear Alfred laugh, which was a combination of a pig and a deeper version of Fran Drescher's voice. "So, you and Francis are going to the same college, right?" Arthur nodded. "Has he ever...been unfaithful to Matty? 'Cause I don't know him all that well but he seems like a creep and I'll kick his little French ass if he has..." The American bit his lip. He almost sounded nervous. "No, I assure you, Francis, as annoying as he may be, has never been unfaithful to your brother. At least not that I know of," Arthur smiled reassuringly just before their waiter came up to their table. "What can I get for you fellas?" The man said with a smile. Arthur was about to speak when Alfred spoke right over top of him. "I'll have two deluxe burgers with extra tomato, mayo, and onions. And a coke, and two orders of steak fries." He cocked his head to the side before adding, "And an icecream." The waiters eyes popped as he wrote it all down. Both him and Arthur were thinking to themselves, "You gotta be shittin me!"

"And for you?" The waiter turned to Arthur. "Um..I'll have a salad. And a water." The waiter finished scribbling down the order and walked away. He returned a few minutes later with Arthur's water, and Alfred's coke.

"So, you and Matthew-" Arthur had started, but was cut off by Alfred's phone ringing. He took it out of his pocket and answer obnoxiously, "Oh hey dude! No, I'm not busy, just on a date...Oh yeah, this delicious little British number. He's great!" Alfred winked and nudged Arthur's arm, which had a drink in it, causing him to spill water in his lap. Alfred either didn't notice or care, because he continued to chat on.

"Excuse me, but aren't you going to apologize for spilling water on me?" Arthur said, slightly peeved. Alfred stood up and looked over the table. "Haha! Dude, you totally wet yourself, don't blame it on me." Arthur flushed. "You caused me to spill water on myself!"Alfred rolled his eyes replied, "Listen eyebrows. If you didn't notice, I was on the phone. It's kinda rude to interrupt someone while they are in the middle of a conversation, yeah?" Alfred snorted into the phone. "Brits, huh? As if the accent wasn't bad enough, they also wet themselves!" Arthur was seething with anger. "Yeah, man. I'll catch you later, cause the food's here. Okay. Bye!" The waiter appeared with the food. "Here ya go, fellas!" He set the food in front of them and added, "Enjoy!" Alfred didn't need to be told twice. He scarfed down the two burgers before Arthur even put dressing on his salad. By the time he had the croutons on, Alfred had finished his fries. But by the time he was ready to eat his salad, he had lost his appetite. "Seafood." Alfred had said. "What?" Arthur asked. Alfred opened his mouth. "See, food!"

Alfred then proceeded to scarf down his ice cream. When he was done, he looked at Arthur and said, "Well that was great, we'll have to do this again sometime! I, uh, forgot my wallet at home. I'll pay next time! Later!" And with that the American was gone.

"Oh, there's no way in hell there will be a 'next time'!"

Matthew shook his head. "That's a bust. Why didn't you like him?"

"Do you want one reason, or ten!" Alfred rolled his eyes. "He was so snobby! I had gotten stuck in traffic and he was totally a jerk about it..."

How Alfred told it-

Alfred pulled into the restaurant parking lot feeling really guilty. All though it wasn't his fault he got caught in traffic, he still felt bad about showing up late to his date.

He walked in and saw a table with a blond haired green eyed man. "Excuse me, you're Arthur right?" He asked politely. The man sneered at him. "Why, yes, I am. I'm the one who sat here for ten minutes by himself because his date was late." Alfred looked down at his feet sheepishly. "Sorry, I was stuck in traffic." He sat down. "Anyways, I'm Alfred. It's nice to meet you." He held out his hand, and Arthur shook it. Afterwards, he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his hands with it in a snobby manner. "So you and Francis go to the same college, right?" Arthur nodded. "Well that's cool." Alfred smiled. "Do you guys hang out often?" "Well, I suppose you could say that." Alfred thought his next question might be a bit controversial, but he asked anyway. "Has he ever been unfaithful to Matty?" Arthur scoffed. "Hardly. He may be a creep but he loves that brother of yours. Maybe you shouldn't be so quick to judge. It's rude. But what else can you expect from a yank...?" His voice trailed off. It would have been an awkward moment if the waiter hadn't approached their table at the time. "You fellas ready?" He asked. "Yes, we are. I'll have a salad, and a water." Arthur looked at Alfred. "Uh, what are your specials?" The waiter pulled out a little card. "Saturday-specials... Homestyle burger-" Alfred smiled and stopped the waiter. "I'll have that. And a coke." The waiter nodded, wrote it down, and left. "Figures you would get a greasy piece of meat between two pieces of bread..." Arthur muttered. Alfred pretended not to notice because he didn't want to start a fight. He was saved by his phone ringing anyway. "Oh, this is work calling, do you mind if I take this?" Arthur turned up his nose. "It surprises me that you have a job." Alfred took that as a 'yes,' and answered the phone. Alfred tried to make the conversation as brief as possible, not wanting to be rude. "Yes, sir. Alright, sir. See you tomorrow." While he was on the phone, the waiter had returned with their drinks. "Thank you," Alfred smiled at the waiter as he set down a coke in front of him. The waiter obviously had a huge crush on Alfred, and was still looking at him when he went to set down Arthur's water. But unfortunately, he had missed the table and spilled the water on Arthur's lap. "Git!" He screamed. "I-I'm so sorry sir! Here, here's some napkins..." The waiter set them down but Arthur screamed for him to go away. The waiter didn't have to be told twice, and rushed away before adding, "I'll be back with some extra napkins and your food momentarily!" Arthur began patting his pants and grimaced at Alfred. "Well, this is all your fault. If you hadn't been flirting with him, then maybe he would have been more attentive! Stupid American." Arthur gave Alfred daggers. But his glare was returned to the waiter, who was now back with more napkins and their food. He looked helplessly at Arthur and said, "I really am sorry sir." He turned and walked away after setting the food down on the table. When all the water was cleaned up the odd pair started eating. Alfred wasn't exactly dainty about eating food, but he wasn't a total pig. But apparently Arthur thought so. "Didn't anyone teach you any manners?" The Brit angrily chewed his salad. The rest of the dinner was rather awkward, only filled up with snide comments from Arthur. Finally, they were both finished and the check came. "Well, this was only the worse date ever..." Arthur scowled."I'm really sorry about the water..."Alfred lied. He wasn't sorry at all. The angry little man deserved it. "As am I. These are the most expensive pair of pants I own."Alfred looked down. "I'll pay for dinner then. Think of it as my apology for the pants." Arthur snorted. "Right, that's very fair. Well, I'll be going now. I don't really see enduring another minute of this date desirable."

The date wasn't desirable, eh? Well the feeling is frickin' mutual! Alfred thought to himself.

What really happened-

Alfred pulled into the parking lot, about ten minutes late for his date with Athur. He had gotten lost on his way to the restaurant, though he refused to admit it.

He walked in and spotted a small man, with green eyes and blond hair. "Arthur?" He asked rather nervously. What! The guy was pretty cute! "Hello, you must be Alfred." He smiled and the two shook hands. "You're a little late..." Arthur pointed out rather bluntly. He wasn't trying to be rude. He was just short tempered. "Well excuse me," Alfred said a little offended. "I was stuck in traffic." He was lying through his teeth. "Oh, okay." The green eyed man totally bought it. "So anyways..." Alfred started. "You're pretty good friends with Francis. He hasn't ever...been unfaithful to Matty, has he?" Arthur shook his head. "He has a track record of being a "man magnet," but something in your brother changed him. He's been pretty devoted to Matthew." Alfred relaxed, his shoulders drooping a little. "Thank god! My brothers way to awesome to be cheated on." Arthur smiled reassuringly. "I'm sure, Francis has said many wonderful things about him. And he's told me a few things about you as well. I have to say, I'm quite impressed. You're not nearly as bad as he painted you to be!" Alfred was about to ask what the hell that stupid frog said about him, but a waiter was now at the table and ready to take their order. "Hey guys. You ready to order?" He was a handsome man, and Alfred took notice."Yes, yes we are! I'll have a burger with extra tomato, please." He grinned. Arthur ordered a salad and a water, and the man was gone. "Flirtatious, are we?" Arthur stared at Alfred. "Wh-who, me? Naw. He was good to look at, but not my type. And I don't think he's gay either." Arthur raised his eyebrows. "You can tell when someone's gay?" "Well of course. I'm gay myself, so I have a built in gaydar, you could say. Like when I saw you, it was going off! You're obviously gay!" Alfred laughed. "Especially the way you checked me out when I walked in!" Arthur blinked, and smirked, rather amused. "Well, you sure are confident." He scoffed a little. "What, do you think I'm conceited, or something?" Alfred felt a little defensive, but the waiter reappeared, and ended the conversation. "A water, and a coke. I'll be right back out with your meals." A few minutes later he was back and gave the two their meals. As he left, he winked at Alfred, who was too busy noticing the wink to pay attention to where his hands were going. He accidentally knocked Arthur's water over and into his lap. "Dude, I'm so sorry!" He said as soon as the cold liquid hit Arthur's pants. "It's okay, just try not to stare so hard at the waiters backside next time." You could hear a tone of hurt in Arthur's voice, because he assumed that on his first date out in a long time, his date was paying more attention to the waiter than him. Was he really that boring?

But Alfred didn't hear the hurt in his voice, considering he wasn't really one to feel the atmosphere. Instead he was just offended. "You don't have to be so rude about it. It was an accident."

"Oh I'm being rude?" The conversation was getting heated.

"Yeah, you are."

"Well excuse me. I wasn't the one staring at the waiter like a piece of meat."

"I wasn't staring at him!" Alfred said angrily.

"Right. You yanks are all the same."

"You Brits are a heck of a lot better, I guess. 'I'm British. I love terrible food and being better than Americans!" Alfred did a very crude imitation of a British accent.

"I'm American. I have no class and will hit on anything that walks. I also love greasy food, and am most likely obese!" Arthur returned with a crude American accent.

"Snob!"

"Git!"

"That's it. I'm leaving. Here's some money to cover my portion of the bill." Alfred heatedly threw a twenty down and rushed out the door. As he did, he felt guilty of his actions.

Little did he know, so did the man he left behind in the restaurant.

Both of them felt like idiots for their behavior.

Yet both of them felt insulted, and decided it would be best to lie to their friends to cover up their idiocy.

Yayy~ This took a little bit to write. It may seem a little confusing but basically Arthur lied to Francis about how the date went and Alfred did the same to Matthew. The last one was what really happened on their date. I thought it was very much like the both of them to lie about their dates because they didn't want to admit that their whole argument was silly! Oh, boys. You don't know what's about to hit you in the next chapter. I can smell it already!

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