Heyy guys! Forgot the clarification stuff at the beginning.

I don't own Hetalia.

This is the USUK part of Chapter One. This is not the entire chapter.

USUK

Arthur was bent over, his gasps transforming into puffs of gas in the cold winter air. Why did the rest of the world have to make the meeting be in the middle of Russia? In the middle of winter? In the middle of his date with Alfred?

The two were originally in Hawaii.

With the fruits. With the dancing people. With the sun.

And then they got that stupid git's email: Respond ASAP! World Meeting! Emergency!

Of which the meeting had turned out to be anything but an emergency. The meeting had been about global warming. All the better, in this bloody weather! Plus, global warming's been an issue since the start of…forever!

And then that git…that bloody frog…that imbecile…

Arthur saw how Matthew resembled the girl. Those blue eyes, the blonde, ruffled hair that got tossed around in the air…

But still.

That didn't mean he could go and chase away Alfred's little brother.

And plus, everyone knew that Matthew loved Francis. It was no secret. Yet the Frenchman just couldn't seem to see for himself how devastatingly deep Matthew had fallen in the pit for him. For the frog to go and ask Matthew to be his boyfriend in front of everyone…Arthur had seen smarter moves.

"Artie…are you okay?"

"Arthur. Stop calling me that…that treacherous…you wanker…ha…how is your brother so darn fast?!" Arthur replied.

"I'll carry you." Alfred picked Arthur up. "Let's go."

"Put me down, you git! I—" Arthur began but was stopped when a bunch of wind slammed into his face and entered his throat. He started coughing.

"Artie, I suggest you put your face in my scarf. I'm picking up speed now."

And as Alfred said, Alfred did.

Arthur cussed into Alfred's scarf, his face blood-red. How very embarrassing? He must look like a helpless fool now, blimey! The hell with Alfred F. Jones. He didn't teach him to…to…

Well, yes, he did teach him to help the ones that need help, to always be there for family, to always care for his lover.

But this! This is different! This isn't the same thing!

Arthur tightened his grip around Alfred's neck as he inhaled the American's scent. Alfred smelled like hamburgers and fries.

What Arthur didn't know was, as Alfred dashed along the white snow-covered roads of Russia, his lover let a smile form on his lips.

I'll let you breathe full of my scent tonight…just wait for a little while longer.