Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia
Arthur's POV
My morning was ruined when an American with the weight of a thousand jump on top of me making it hard to breathe. What did he think I am? A hamburger?
"Artie! Wake up! You said you'd hang out with me!"
"Y-you're h-heavy! Get off of me!" Alfred obeyed but pouted.
"Artie you're no fun!"
"Whatever." I got out of bed and head straight to the bathroom with Alfred following me like a lost puppy before I slammed the door in his face.
"Iggy!" What's with him and those stupid nicknames?! "Iggy open the door pwease!?"
"Shut up!" I opened the door to face a very hyper Alfred. "Okay, how much Pepsi did you drink this morning?"
"Eh? How did you know? I drank like 5 packs of it!" My jaw dropped.
"No wonder…"
"What?"
"No nothing at all." I walked over to get my clothes on before turning back at the hyper American. "So I promised to hang out with you yesterday do you have anywhere you want to go?"
"Mc…"
"Before you even say it we are not going to McDonald's!"
"Poo." Alfred puffed his cheeks out in an attempt at trying to be cute.
"Not going to work. How about we just go to the park near here?"
"Fine but we're getting lunch at McDonald's."
"Fine we'll get hamburgers for lunch. Come on."
As we started our way to the park I remembered my feelings for this fatty eight years ago. It felt just like yesterday when I began falling for him.
We were in 4th grade.
"Artie! Wanna build a snowman with me?" Alfred was wearing a large coat with an American flag scarf, sweat pants that fit him perfectly…wait why am I thinking that? Alfred's nose and ears were red from the harsh weather.
"Alfred why don't we go to my house the weather is too harsh we can make some delicious hot coco." I offered but Alfred shook his head.
"Nah come on! Pwease Artie?" He used his puppy dog eyes which made my heart skip a beat.
"F-fine but if I freeze to death you're going to help me."
"Of course after all I'm the hero!" I rolled my eyes as I walked towards him.
As we built the snowman I couldn't help but to keep stealing glances at Alfred. Whenever he's near me my heart can't seem keep a steady beat. My stomach had butterflies, and my hands get all sweaty. I broke out of my thoughts when I was smacked in the face with an icy, cold snowball.
"Why you!" I crouched down to make a snowball and flung it at Alfred, for the rest of the day we attacked each other with snowballs and then we went back to my house for a hot cup of coco.
Alfred's POV
"Artie!" I pouted when I saw Arthur wasn't paying any attention to what I had been saying.
"What? Sorry."
"What were you thinking since you seemed to be more interested in that than me."
Arthur blushed, "I-I just remembered that day when we were young and was playing snowball fights the whole day."
"Ohh that day… say Arthur do you have a girlfriend right now?"
"G-girlfriend?" Arthur seemed shocked, wait… that either means he has one or he's… like me!
"Yeah you know a girl more than a friend?"
"No… I haven't had one in years." So maybe he's not gay, maybe he's a bi!
"So do you like guys?" I guess it was a wrong choice of words since Arthur immediately smacks me upside the head.
"Git…"
"Wah? What was that for?!" Arthur looked over at me before turning away to look at two little boys, ice creams in their hands, walking towards the park.
"Nothing, nothing at all. On second thought! Why don't we just go to McDonald's?" Arthur quickly dragged me away only to be stopped by a familiar voice from yesterday.
"Ohonhohn trying to get away from moi?" From the corner of my eyes I could see Arthur shiver a little.
"O-of course not w-why would you think that?"
"Well, mon amour, as fast as you saw me you turned away." That guy umm… Francis was walking towards us with a… smirk? Was that what I saw? "Arthur? Could I have a minute with your friend here?" I looked over at Arthur who was as dumbfounded as me.
"Um…sure but if you do anything I swear I'll bloody kill you!" Francis dragged me away as soon as Arthur finished.
"Listen…Alfonzo…"
"Alfred."
"Wait?"
"My name is Alfred."
"Oh right, anyways just listen Arthur is mine." I could only stare at him.
"What?"
"You haven't seen him in let see eight years? That's a lot of things you don't know anymore." That was true; I didn't even know Arthur wears glasses for reading until I saw the glasses laying on top of his books.
"So?"
"I'm just saying Arthur is mine so get away from him."
"Whatever frenchie! I can do whatever I want!" I hissed out. After a few minutes seeing that the French man couldn't say anything I walked away. There I saw Arthur standing right where we left him, I jogged over to him.
"Alfred! Did he…try anything?" I tilted my head to the side in an attempt to look cute.
"N-never mind! Let's just keep on going to McDonald's!"