Hey guys! Here's the second chapter for you all. I got some more time to do it this afternoon. :3 Anyway, as I've said previously, review, favourite if you like it and all that good stuff.

I do not own Hetalia.

Ah, Starbucks!

Albert thought as he ordered two coffees and took a seat opposite of Mattie. The meeting had ended just over half an hour, and definitely not without a bang. France and England finally got into a bust up over their row from earlier. Boy, oh boy, it wasn't pretty. Kicking, punching, nicknames, screeching – you name it, they had it! This bothered America. Not any of that stuff, but the fact that they'd gotten so close to one another.

Am I jealous of what they have? Getting all close and… stuff. It may not be a relationship, but they argue like an old married couple, that's for sure.

He was clueless.

America's thinking was broke by a quiet murmur from his brother, Canada.

"Al? Are you alright? Can you hear me?.."

Don't tell me I'm invisible again!

"Huh?! – Oh, duuuuude." Albert grinned, nodding slightly. "Yeah, sure! I was just thinking a little. Y'know, about earlier."

.

"Uh, yeah. I know what you mean. We need to figure out who this person is. Seeing you like this is so weird and unlike you, you know."

"Oh, don't I know it," he grumbled. They sat there, both of the blonde brothers trying to think, trying to decipher; like it was some sort of code. Who could it possible be? Who does Alfred seem to talk to frequently? What did they do to make him fall head over heels for them?

"A-Al…" Mattie suddenly said, out of the blue.

America raised a brow whilst crossing his arms, the coffee being served to them.

"What is it?"

"It's England."

Alfred gulped and began to sweat, acting dumbfounded and playing stupid. "W-what's England? WHAT, MATTIE, WHAT?!"

"I just… I…"

"WHAT? WHAT DO YOU WHAT?"

Mattie slammed his fist against the table, and shouted in a small, mousy voice," I THINK YOU LOVE HIM!"

Alfred and his brother sat and stood still, awkwardness in the atmosphere. Little did they know that almost everybody was staring at them. Canada sat down, shivering with embarrassment.

"Ha! That's a good one, dude. You really had me going there!" he said, hoping it was one of those moments when somebody from a show would shout out "You've been pranked!" and end this nightmare. But, deep down, he knew for a fact that some imaginary man wasn't going to pop out and save him. He sobbed, his sky blue eyes looking deep into Mattie's.

"You're not kidding… Are you?"

"Nope. Who else is there? I mean, it's hardly like you and Germany are going to get it on, are you?"

Alfred growled and smacked his brother's arm.

"Hey! I'm just saying, that's all. Who else do you spend more time with on the phone, talking about almost anything with? He's cared about you in that way before, Alfred. Arthur loves you too, Al, I just know it!"

"Right…"

"Am I right?"

America nodded, slowly.

"Okay," his brother said, "Tell me then – what do you find so attractive about him?"

Jeez, where to begin. There was his luscious hair, erotic emerald eyes, stubborn personality and awkward sense of humour. Not to mention his "bloody" accent! America digged that. He digged him. The only problem is that he's a dude. But, that doesn't matter, right? Love's love and all that. It doesn't matter whom it's with or what anyone else thinks, as long as you're happy and you're guy or gal's happy. If anyone dares upset my little Iggy because we're in love- No! I'm in love! Okay, okay. But if they do, I'll come to the rescue – like the hero I am! America rubbed his neck and sighed. There's no way he could tell Mattie all of this! It might freak him out. Best keep it to him for the time being. There's a time and a place.

"Everything," he responded at last, "Every god damn thing."