Disclaimer: My family owns a small patch of land in America. That is as close as I'll ever get to owning Hetalia. Unless i become a world dictator, but that's so much work.

Arthur Kirkland had never been considered a "normal" boy. Ever since he told his teacher that fairies followed him around, his parents had kept an eye on him. But after a while, he figured something out.

He could lie. And lie he did.

Fairies? What fairies? You mean those girlie things with wings?

Luckily, his friends understood.

His magical friends, that is.

He was the outcast. Not even the freaks hung out with him. Bullies didn't even bother to bully him, he was so alone. Completely separated.

Until his seventh year in school.

That year, a very strange boy transferred from some school in America. His name was Alfred F. Jones, and he immediately won the heart of the entire school.

This surprised Arthur. Because of his years alone, he was adept at just simply watching the world go by. He knew all about how social status worked. Be a bigger dickhead than everyone around you: and no one will hurt you.

But Alfred was not rude in the least. Sure, sometimes he could be brutally honest, and all around daft, but he was charming and kind, and he had such a large hero complex. He wanted to- no, needed to- help everyone.

Forget your homework? Quick, I'll help you.

Need a dollar for lunch? Pay me back whenever.

Everyone loved him.

Even Arthur.

Now, you have to understand, Alfred was a oblivious fellow. He never really paid much attention to his surroundings, especially when fleeing from angry vice principles. (Okay, he might have held open the elevator doors for about twenty people who didn't need to use it…)

So, it didn't come as a surprise to Arthur when the poor boy accidentally bumped into him.

Arthur, being sensible, grabbed him and dragged him under a stairwell, just as the Vice Principle ran past.

"Whoo!" Alfred sighed. "Thanks a ton! I owe you, dude!"

Arthur gave a faint smile and nodded, ignoring one of his fairy friends telling him he'd be late for class.

"Hey, aren't you in my homeroom?" Alfred asked.

Arthur nodded slowly, cautiously.

"Oh! Cool, man! See you around!" Alfred waved as he got up and strode away, only to be spotted by the Vice Principal, and dragged away by his ear.

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After that, Alfred always made it a point to sit with, or at least talk to, Arthur. Every morning in homeroom, Alfred would come over and talk to the misfit, much to everyone's confusion. Alfred never took up any of the offers the popular kids made him to sit with them, always whispering to Arthur: "Those guys aren't to cool. But us? We're hero's, Artie, hero's."

Soon his brief visits in homeroom became longer, and soon enough it was the whole fifteen minutes. Then it was meeting up in the hallways, sitting together at lunch, picking each other for teams in P.E.

It all slowly evolved.

By the end of the third semester, Alfred proudly called Arthur his best friend, and Arthur bashfully admitted Alfred was his only friend. Not that anyone asked.

They had been to each other's houses plenty of times, but when Alfred offered another visit, Arthur could tell something was different.

When he got to his house later on in the day, Alfred explained to him;

"Artie! I made a secret fort in my attic! I've been working on it for a while, I wanted you to be the first to see it!" He paused, cocking his head thoughtfully. "Well, the only one to see it." He added.

Alfred dragged the misfit up the stairs and up a folding ladder. Arthur was met with the "most awesome" (As Alfred put it) fort.

It had a tent made up of old sheets and pillows, and maps and books, books galore! There were video games and a stock pile of chips. Arthur couldn't stop smiling. The place was perfect!

Alfred grabbed the boy and pulled him into the tent, his face becoming serious. "Artie." He said, his tone flat. "There's something really important I have to tell you. Something I haven't ever told anyone else."

Arthur nodded, signaling him to go on.

"I-" Alfred's voice broke uncharacteristically, but he swallowed and continued on. "I believe in aliens. And I've seen one."

Alfred waited for more.

Nothing else came.

"That's it?" He asked.

Alfred gaped at him. "That's it?" He cried. "THAT'S IT? Artie! It's like, super important! Most people would freak out if I told them that!"

Arthur shrugged. "I have a bunch of fairies that follow me around, ever since I was little."

Alfred continued gaping at him. "And no one else can see them?"

"No." Arthur agreed.

"ARTIE!~" Alfred suddenly screamed, pulling his friend into a hug. "You're like the bestest friend ever!"

"Air…"

Whoo! These keep getting longer.

Now, I need to explain my reason for writing this. Usually, I write one-shots when I'm bored. I'll jab them down in a notebook, or on my iPod. Never have I really sat down on my computer and written one. But I've been feeling so out-of-the-writing-mood lately, I had to force myself to do this.

I'm still really thankful for all the reviews and support I've gotten, really, I love you all. But I just need some time to get back on track. I promise it won't be too long. Okay? Forgive me?

Thanks a bunch!

Sorry for any mistakes, I'm American!

-Mallory