10/11/2012

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OK so I forgot to put a disclaimer in the last chapter sooo… No, sadly, I don't own Hetalia, or any of the characters in this. They belong To Himaruya (Did I spell that right?) OK. Enjoy!

"What is going on here?!" The men gathered around Alfred and Arthur, who lay in a mess on the deck. One of the men, the one with long brown hair in a ponytail, looked suspiciously from the American to the Brit.

"Get up! Now!" The man yelled gruffly. Alfred complied and rose to his feet, smiling nervously. "Someone, get Mr. Bonnefoy out here!" One of the men behind the Chinese man ran off to find said Frenchman. He quickly returned, with the blonde following him. When they had reached the group, Arthur was sitting on a bench, a blanket draped over his shoulders, and a man was putting a pair of handcuffs on Alfred.

"That kind of behavior is unacceptable!"

Francis glared at Alfred, and jabbed a finger in his face. "What do you think you were doing to MY fiancé? I say yo-"

"WAIT! Mr. Jones saved me!" Arthur place a hand on Francis' shoulder and said, "I was leaning over the railing to look at the… the…" He did a fan like motion with his hand.

"The propellers? " Francis asked.

"Yes, the propellers. I leaned a little to far out, and I would've gone over the edge. That is, if Mr. Jones here hadn't saved me, very nearly going over the railing himself!" Francis contemplated what the Brit had said, the replied

"Saved you?"

"Well the boy is a hero" Alfred smiled at the word.

"Hmm… well, Matthew, a twenty should suffice. Now come, Arthur, you mu-"

"A twenty? Is that all that saving the one you love is worth these days"

"Arthur isn't pleased. Hmmm. I know!" Francis walked swiftly to Alfred. "Why don't you join us for dinner tomorrow?"

The American gave a curt nod, and watched everyone leave. He stopped the man named Matthew, who had same blonde hair as Alfred himself, the length of Francis'. His Eyes were a soft violet color and his glasses matched those of Alfred's own.

"Can I bum a smoke?" he asked, with a smile. Matthew glared slightly at him, but pulled a small metal case from his shirt pocket, tossing it towards the American. Alfred took two cigarettes from the case, placing one behind his ear and settling the other between his lips, then tossing the case back to Matthew. He struck a match and lit the cigarettes, puffing a small grey cloud of smoke from his mouth. He stared at the dark sky, with a few black clouds here and there. He shivered ever so slightly and threw a quiet "thanks" in the Canadian's direction.

"You know."

Alfred looked over at Matthew.

"Its awfully suspicious, how you were able to shed your coat and boots, and still manage to save Arthur." Then the Canadian nodded towards the mans shoes, before hustling after the others.

The American stared in the others direction, before bending over to tie his laces.

Authors Note:

Sorry for the cliffhanger, I'm really tired and so I just camt stay awake any longer. Sorry n I will try to update tomorrow, but I dunno. Anyways, please Review, they are very much appreciated! Thanks for reading! Sorry if this is crap! Night.