I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia. This chapter is in Arthur Kirkland point of view.

Roommate

By waterrain

"Hello, My name is Alfred Jones. We talked over the phone and you said that you had to meet me before deciding whether or not to accept me as your roommate."

I can tell this blond haired American is trying to sound so called mature by making his deep very deep. On the phone his voice was not very deep nor was it high pitched, but a normal kind of tone. It is funny that this Alfred Jones is trying to fool me.

"You seem to be pretty quiet. I'll show you to my apartment and we can discuss on how to divide up the cost." I commented to him. He was biting his lip, hands twitching, and I can tell Alfred was keeping himself from saying anything along with not making any excited movements. I'm not an idiot nor was I born yesterday.

"Alright then please follow me." I said calmly to him and he followed after me like a meek kitten. It is rather amusing. To be honest I'm pretending to be polite, nice, and so on. After all I have to make a good first impression this time around.

So far I have had seventeen failed attempts at gaining a roommate. I'm not dishearten by that number for it is not my fault those people were tasteless little cowards.

About ten of them were scared of my ear piercings and quickly decided to leave without even seeing my apartment…Fucking prats… I do not see why they were so frightened it is only six on each ear. So I took out my earrings and tried again to get a roommate. How bloody hard is it to get one lousy roommate? Turns out it is pretty darn difficult...

The rest looked at my apartment and quickly left without signing. Honestly, What do they have against heavy metal posters? What do they have against skulls and pirate flags? What do they have against my guitar? What do they have against a large pink unicorn stuffed toy that happens to have a skull scarf around its neck?

I had to take out my ear rings and tongue ring. Yesterday I had to buy a nice boring suit, tie, and other such rubbish. Waste of my bloody money and effort.

Not to mention having to make the living room, kitchen, and bathroom look very boring. It was very time consuming. I believe this time I shall gain a roommate for this one looks young and dumb. When he signs that piece of paper. I can put everything back to normal and dye the tips of my hair green.

"You may take a seat, Jones."

Alfred nodded at me again, once noticed how he bites down on his lip, and I can see right through him. Honestly, He is not doing a good job at hiding how he wants to speak and I do not believe he can see right through me.

"Alfred Jones, About how old are you?"

"I'm old enough to vote, but not old enough to drink alcohol."

"You are either eighteen, nineteen, or twenty years old."

"May I ask a question?"

"Yes, Alfred Jones."

"About how old are you, Arthur Kirkland?"

I couldn't help, but smirk at him for he is being rather cute with all the 'May I ask a question' and 'Arthur Kirkland'. Of course I forced myself to put on a nice polite smile.

"I'm old enough to drink alcohol, but not old enough to be your parent. What name do you wish for me to call you by Alfred or Jones?"

"Alfred."

"And you can call me, Arthur. I will get the paperwork and you will become my roommate. Sign here, Alfred."

Once again the blue eyed America nodded his head like a bobble head, biting down on those poor lips that must be so abused for he keeps on biting them, and I found it to be rather cute on how he tries his very best to keep quiet.

Yes, He is not really talking. However I can tell he will be quite the talker by how much he bites those lips and I'm rather observant. I prefer to think of myself as Sherlock Holmes, but better for I have more style and I'm quite sexy if I do say so myself.

"I will be back. After all I have to turn in this paper and make it official that you are to become my roommate."

I think I'm going to keep up my appearance of being boring, polite, and so on around Alfred. I smirked for that paper has been signed and I'm turning it in to make it official. I finally got a bloody roommate and it looks like eighteen was the lucky number.

I wonder how long it will take Alfred to figure out the truth about me? Regardless, He signed the contract and will be my roommate for three years…

"You finally managed to get someone to be your roommate. Did you use blackmail?"

"Shut the fuck up, Frog. I did not use any bloody blackmail and stop chuckling before I kick your arse back to your homeland."

"As always so violent, rude, and I'm glad that I live at a different location from you. I will be on my way out. I was visiting my dear friend, Gilbert. I feel sorry for whoever is your roommate."

Francis walked away, I flipped him off, and after a moment calmly turned the signed contract to the person behind the desk.

"Have a nice day, Mister Kirkland."

"I'm having a marvelous day not a nice one. I feel as if eighteen is my new lucky number."

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