A/N: Hey~~ wow….I didn't think it would get even 1 follower o,o you guys are awesome :3

Special thanks to BW for reviewing: 3

For those who noticed that I threw in some modern stuffs like the camera, t shirts and showers like BW, I did it because I've got reasons :3 well, 2 reasons .. xD

Reason 1: I decided to mix it up a little :3 modern x old ((I couldn't find the right word..gawddemmit))

Reason 2: keep reading to find out~ *winks*

Miki: stop that…..

ANYWAYS. Enjoy~

Arthur sighed as he took a sip of his tea. His eyes were swollen after crying so much last night. *what am I, a girl that's just got dumped by her boyfriend?!* he thought as he smacked himself, in front of the maid that he didn't notice coming into the room. He looked up when she accidently bumped into the table near the door of the room. His face turned red with embarrassment and stuttered "erm…t-this was…" but the maid gave him a gentle smile and gave him a look that said "it's okay…" and left the room.

*I'm an idiot* he thought as he gave himself a mental punch in the guts. He spent the rest of the day sitting near the window, listening to classical music while reading with a cup of Earl Grey in his hand. Though he couldn't read properly because of his swollen eyes.

At the same time, Alfred had been lying in bed replaying the events of last night. Him kissing Arthur on the cheek, how his heart fluttered every time he thought of Arthur. He scratch his scalp with both of his hands "GAHHHHH, THIS IS FUSTRATING!" he yelled as he turned, his stomach facing his bed and buried his face in his pillow. He felt his cheeks getting hotter when he remembered Arthur's sleeping face. He then decided to ask someone very experienced in this….although he didn't want to…Francis…

He took his phone and texted Francis to meet up at a pub downtown. It didn't take Francis 20 seconds to reply him with a 'k'. He got up, walked towards the door, grabbed his bomber jacket, put on a pair of sneakers and went out. He sat quietly in the bus, hands shoved in his pocket, earphones on full blast with Chopin. Since he grew up with Arthur, he picked up his hobby of listening to classical music with some punk/rock. Alfred had always preferred classical because it calms him down and makes him feel classy.

10 minutes later, he arrived at the pub. A few pedestrians walked past the old bar. Even though it was old, it always gives you a comfortable vibe, like you're at home. Alfred walked into the red building; it was old so the paint around the edge of the pub was chipped off, some bicycles left in front, one of them had a painting of Miku. The pub was quite dark, but lighted enough to recognize the person you were going to meet. The relaxing glow of the yellow lights on the wall made it easy to find Francis in the dim pub as it will reflect his shiny long blonde hair that he always brags about.

Alfred walked towards him and gave him a light tap on the shoulder, Francis turned around and gave Alfred a warm smile and hugged him.

"What's this? You rarely ask me out …" Francis eyed Alfred suspiciously.

"Dude, can't I ask you out for a drink?" Alfred answered nervously. Now he started to feel uncomfortable and awkward asking Francis to help him understand his own feelings.

"Alfred, if you have something on your mind just ask me, I'm your elder so I'm sure I can help."

"Really?" Alfred looked at him with eyes full of hope. Francis just kept wondering what could possibly made Alfred ask him for advise. Alfred started "w-well….I-I erm…." Francis tilted his head and kept looking at Alfred. Alfred was so nervous he could hear how hard his heart was pounding and feel his cheeks getting hotter and hotter by the minute.

Francis placed his hand on Alfred's, calming him down. He looked at Alfred with eyes that gives everyone comfort, like telling them, 'everything's gonna be alright'.

Alfred took a deep breath and said "well….yesterday, after the revolutionary war with Arthur…" Francis had let go of his hand and was listening carefully to what Alfred had to say. After Alfred finished, Francis's mouth was open, his eyes look like they were gonna pop out any moment. Then, he smiled widely.

"CONGRATULATIONS BUDDY, YOU'RE IN LOVE!" he shouted.

Alfred face became a tomato and pulled Francis back to his seat, slapping a hand over his mouth, asking him not to shout as people in the pub was staring. Francis finally quiet down. They both fell silent, looking at the drinks they've ordered. Francis blood was boiling with excitement, he had to look down to refrain himself from screaming.

Alfred broke the silence asking "what do you mean in love?"

Francis laughed and gave Alfred a wink "it means you wanna be his lover, have s*x, kiss and stuff~" Francis made a kissing face with made Alfred push his face away from him.

"How can you be so sure?"

"I'm the country of love, duh… it's obvious that you love him"

Alfred blushed slightly and kept his eyes on his drink. Francis looked at him and started poking him with a spoon. Alfred gave him a glare but he just kept poking him. Alfred finally sighed in defeat and let Francis poke him.

"so, you gonna confess to bush-brows?" Francis asked suddenly. Alfred was not prepared so his mouth opened and closed like a fish, an idiot. Finally he said:

"I don't know….I'm not even sure that I'm in love with him. Maybe it's just admiration?"

Francis grabbed Alfred's shoulders and turned him around so he was facing Francis, eye to eye, Francis said "Do you not trust me and or my judgment?" his eyes deadly serious.

"I-I do Francis but I…I'm straight.." Alfred wailed.

"Sexuality doesn't matter! If it really does, then you're bisexual"

"Bi-Bisexual?" Alfred looked like he was about to faint.

But Alfred suddenly realized something "wait, what's Arthur's sexuality?"

Francis shrugged "he's probably Bi or gay.."

Alfred's eyes widened "how would you know?"

Francis smirked "I've been with him since we were kids, I know everything about him~" he was boasting.

Alfred rolled his eyes "even if we're both bi, doesn't mean he'll like me…"

Francis face lit up "That's what I'm here for, to be your matchmaker~"

"what?" Alfred eyes grew wide, his glasses slipped down his nose, his jaw slightly opened.

Francis grinned and stood up. He waved at the dumbfounded Alfred. "wait for my good news~" he blew a kiss and left the bar.

Alfred sat at his seat, mouth opened. He sighed and rubbed his temples. Maybe he made a wrong choice to consult Francis…he didn't care anymore. He just stood up and went home. The bus ride was mostly him listening to classical music while looking at the scenery.

He went home and slumped onto his Captain America sheet covered bed. His eyelids felt heavy and soon he fell asleep.

The next day, Alfred woke up at 11. First thing he did was what everyone did, check his phone. "53 MESSAGES?!" he sat up and put on his glasses to see if he was mistaken. *all from Francis….man, he's extreme* he thought. He started to read the messages Francis sent him.

It was mostly Francis asking him to meet up at the pub today. He was already there and kept spamming Alfred so that'll he come. Alfred sighed and replied his message. He brushed his teeth, pulled on a pair of jeans and a red tee, grabbed a slice of bread and was off.

When he reached the pub, he saw Francis drinking a glass of Whiskey. Alfred walked past a few tables with couples holding hands and cuddling and called out to Francis. When he turned around to face Alfred, Alfred was shocked, even more than yesterday. Francis was a mess, his hair was messy, he had baggy eyes, he looked like a zombie. 'h-hey Francis….." Alfred said awkwardly and sat down next to him.

Francis gave him a gentle smile and drank another sip of his Whiskey. "I have spent all night helping you think of a strategy to win Arthur's heart~" Francis winked and Alfred shuddered and had a bad feeling about Francis's plan.

"why do I need to win his heart?"

Francis gave him a look "you're in love with him, no?"

Alfred blushed "I don't know dude…" and looked at his own sneakers

Francis sighed "then you'll just have to ask him out on a date…"

Alfred's eyes widened. "A DATE?!" Francis just nodded casually.

"Not possible." Alfred replied quickly.

"Since you guys just went through the revolutionary war, he probably hates you" Francis bluntly stated. Alfred felt like he was punched right in the guts. He rubbed he stomach gently in circular motions.

"Told 'cha it was impossible…" Francis smirked.

"Don't underestimate the powers of the country of love." Alfred just rolled his eyes. Somehow, Francis managed to talk Alfred into asking Arthur for a date, with the help of a little alcohol. When Alfred questioned Francis about the reason of this whole plan, he merely replied with two simple reasons, one, Alfred can confirm his feelings, two, Arthur's sexuality.

Francis plan was to have Alfred show up at Arthur's house to apologize. Then give him tickets to an amusement park as an apology gift. Francis wrote it down on a piece of paper and had Alfred signed it, as proof that he agreed to asking Arthur out. So he won't deny and or refuse to proceed with his plan the next day.

Alfred was pretty nervous to knock on Arthur's door the next day. But in the end, he maned up and gave his door a slight knock. The door opened after a short while. A certain green-eyed man looked suspiciously at Alfred. "h-hey Artie…" he tried greeting him without sounding nervous. But he failed, his heart was pounding furiously and he can feel his blood rushing though him.

Arthur looked at him for awhile, he sighed, furrowed his thick eyebrows and let him in. "hello, Alfred…and don't call me Artie, my name's Arthur.." Alfred walked into his house, the floor was carpeted with red velvet colored carpets, antiques line up along the cabinets along the hallways.

He followed Arthur to his guest room and sat down on one of his classy brown leathered chairs next to the fireplace. Alfred fiddled with his thumb and didn't look up at Arthur.

Arthur kept looking at him with an annoyed face, even though he was quite happy Alfred came, sipping his Earl Grey slowly, making him feel more nervous. Arthur was also uncomfortable with the awkward silence. He felt bad and was about to ask Alfred for the reason he visited when Alfred looked up and said…

"ARTHUR I'M SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME!" his face burned so hot it looked like steam could come out of it.

*what the heck did I just say?! God…* Alfred made a note to slap himself later. Arthur was just shocked he didn't expect the American to apologize to him. "erm…Alfred…." He felt really awkward because he was tongue-tied. He didn't know what to say next…

Alfred noticed his distress and stuttered" I- I mean…I'm sorry for betraying your trust, I just wanted freedom…..I really hope you can understand that…" his voice started to trail away. Arthur wanted to hug him but part of him still hasn't started to trust Alfred again. So he just sat there in the awkward silence.

"A-anyways…here…" he gave Arthur an envelope. Arthur opened it "amusement park tickets?" he raised a brow. "They're like an apology gift.." Alfred said, his face went red like a tomato. Arthur wanted to smile and accept them but he just kept remembering how Alfred betrayed him, and how badly it hurt him. In the end, his parent side took over and he accepted them…

"I –I was wondering if we could go together this Saturday?" Alfred eyes showed hope that Arthur would agree and Arthur just couldn't say no to those eyes. In the end he just nodded without even realizing it.

Alfred smiled so brightly it was dangerous. "Then, Saturday it is!" He confirmed before leaving his house brimming with confidence.