A/N

Wow, okay! Sure has been long enough... heh sorry... ^^;

I started this chapter multiple times but never liked it... I probably have about 3 other versions about this chapter :/ So, it's a bit different than I what originally expected xD Well anyways, my friend told me I have to upload three times this week so we can collab on another story. So I was tryng my best at writing it but nothing was really working. Then yesterday, when I got out of the shower, I was struck with inspiration! And I worked all night and here we are! :)

Remember, this is baased off of few pictures which are posted on my livejournal account (along with this story)... you can find the link in my bio :)

Hope you like! Enjoy! =D

Startled, Arthur turned towards the direction the voice came from only to get a scolding from Tino who was trying to fix his hair.

"Keep facing me Arthur."

Arthur tried to look out of the corner of his eye. He had to know, was that voice really... Alfred? Oh god... He wasn't mentally prepared for this! Alfred wasn't supposed to come in today after all! (according to Elizaveta) What was he doing here?

His chin was suddenly forcefully grabbed and he turned his eyes to face a stern looking Finn.

"Seriously Arthur, you need to keep still if we're going to finish!"

"You really are just as bad as Alfred." Muttered Emil off to Arthur's left.

Arthur stopped moving and focused on the task at hand: not thinking of Alfred. Especially since he was so close! Somewhere off to his right maybe? About 9 meters? He could hear some talking from that direction but none of the voices he made out sounded too terribly familiar. Stop thinking about him! Okay, what is Tino doing? He has a comb in his right hand and in his left he has the right side of Arthur's bangs. He looked to be trying to comb down some of the flyaway hairs in his bangs and the top of his head. Tino was currently standing on his tip toes to see the top of his head after all, he is just barely shorter than Arthur. Tino was still was combing the flyways and Arthur briefly wondered what he was going to do with Alfred's cowlick. The stubborn piece of hair seemed to almost be Alfred's mascot as it appears in just about everything the man did. A trademark if you will. Everyone knew that blonde piece of hair. Arthur suddenly wondered if Alfred did something different with it today or would it still be there? He wanted to turn and look but- damn it! He was thinking about the lad again! He has got to stop that! He wanted to shake his head to clear his thoughts of Alfred but he didn't want to cause for work for Tino. So instead he opted to look straight ahead, watching crew members bustle around. It wasn't even ten seconds before he heard Alfred laugh and just like that his concentration snapped.

"Arthur!" Once again his head was forced to the front where he came face to face with an angry Finn.

"Seriously Arthur, what's gotten into you? You weren't this fidgety back in the rooms."

"I'm sorry Mr. Vainan- Vain- uh..." Tino gave a small chuckle.

"Just call me Tino."

"Right. Er sorry."

"So what's up Arthur?" Tino gave him a look that said "I'm not continuing until you tell me."

"It's like you've never seen a studio before." Commented Emil. He gave Arthur a look. "You have been in a studio before right?"

"Of course! It's not the studio! It's- it's nothing." Tino and Emil studied Arthur for a moment and Tino opened his mouth to say something when Lukas (thankfully) came back and interrupted.

"Looks good. Emil, come with me to get the director so he can approve." Lukas walked off towards the direction of Alfred's voice and Emil followed after him after a moment's hesitation.

"Okei Arthur! Let's take a quick look at these bangs again before the director gets here!" Arthur inwardly groaned.

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"Alfred! Glad you could make it aru."

Alfred turned to see Yao Wang make his way towards him while Mathias followed behind the small director.

"Glad to see you again director," he said as he stuck out his hand. Wang briefly shook his hand and then Alfred sheepishly added, "and, uh, I'm glad you could reschedule."

"It is fine aru. Today is just going to be a bit busier than planned, but tomorrow won't be so bad anymore." Wang said calmly.

"Ah, well sorry anyways."

"Don't worry about it aru." Alfred looked at Mathias who was sporting a smile. Alfred smiled back at him.

"Hey Mathias! Long time no see!"

"Hej Alfred!" Mathias waved in return as the director gave him a quick glare.

"What are you doing Mathias?" asked the director. Mathias just looked at him.

"Uh... ya wanted ta talk ta me about tha action cam fer tha first shot...?" Mathias trailed off as he glanced down at the heavy camera he was holding in his left hand.

"Aiyah, that's right! Would you give me a second Alfred and then we can get you all set up."

"Sure, no prob!" Wang nodded and walked away with the taller Dane as they started to talk about the cameras that will be used for the first shot. Alfred looked towards his manager only to find that he wasn't by his side.

"Kiku?" Alfred asked as he looked around.

"Kiku?" He said a little louder. Where did he go? Alfred finally found him near the studio doors talking to a woman with wavy, light brown hair. Alfred quirked an eyebrow. Kiku was generally shy and didn't talk to too much people. He usually just stuck with Alfred most of the time and let him do the talking. Unless, of course, it had something to do with Alfred's job or schedule, but Kiku just looked like he was having a friendly conversation. It looked like it had nothing to do with work. When Kiku and the woman laughed about something Alfred realized that he recognized the woman! But from where? Where had he seen her before? It's possible that he acted with her before... But Alfred quickly brushed that off. He usually remembered the people he had acted majorly with. Maybe she was in a commercial with him before...? But he hasn't done any commercials in years. How could he remember somebody from so long ago? Maybe she was just an extra or had a bit part? No, that wasn't it. Oh, where had he seen her before? She didn't even look like she was here for an acting part.

"Sorry about that aru!" Director Wang said as he approached Alfred. "I forgot that I had been meaning to talk to him about- well, never mind aru. We have to get you fitted. Ah, and here comes Lukas aru!" Alfred turned to see Lukas and Emil headed towards them.

"Hello Alfred," Lukas said when he approached the two.

"Mornin' Lukas! Mornin' Emil!" Emil slightly narrowed his eyes in response but Alfred just brushed it off.

"We're ready for you to see the final product," said Lukas with a nod towards a group of people behind him. Alfred recognized Tino, the ever talkative Finnish hairstylist. Alfred liked Tino because he could easily get along with him. Tino tended to talk a lot while doing his job but it was entertaining to Alfred and he usually talked back, unlike Emil the Icelandic makeup artist. Alfred hated makeup time because he could never keep still especially since Emil's silence was always so awkward. Alfred just constantly wanted to break the silence with some sort of small talk, but since he has to move his mouth to do it he usually ends up making Emil more pissed than he should be.

With Tino though was another person who wasn't as familiar to the American. He had his back half facing Alfred and so all he saw was choppy, short, golden brown hair with blonde highlights with there were pieces here and there than reached just past the man's shoulders. The outfit he was wearing was impressive, at least from the back, side-ish. He was wearing some sort of battle gear which was black with some dark green in it. Alfred briefly wondered if this mysterious person knew the woman that Kiku was talking to before director Wang interrupted his thoughts.

"Good aru! Sure did take long enough!" Lukas hummed in agreement.

"Well, this is just the first time and we went all out."

"Great! Let's see it!" The director was about to take a step forwards when he remembered Alfred. He looked at Emil. "Emil, why don't you take Alfred and get started on him? I don't want us to get behind schedule aru!" Emil looked like he was about to protest but one look from Lukas and he shut his mouth.

"Yes sir," he muttered and gave Alfred a whithering look as Lukas and director Wang walked off. "C'mon."

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"Here we are. What do you think?" Came Lukas's voice. Finally! Arthur almost cried tears of joy when Lukas and the director came into view, but he kept a stoic expression on his face. After all, he was currently supposed to be in character (sort of).

Director Wang's eyes widened and his expression temporarily turned to shock when he got a good look at Arthur. Arthur inwardly cringed. Hopefully the director's expression was a good sign.

Wang quietly studied Arthur for a secound and then walked around the Brit. Arthur wanted to shift uncomfortably under the concentrating stares but he resisted the urge and just followed the director with his eyes. Finally the director stopped in front of Arthur with a little more than a foot between them. After a few moments he finally nodded.

"I like it aru. Not exactly what I was expecting but it looks really good." Tino's grin widened and Lukas gave a small nod.

"Yes," the director continued. "We could definitely work with this. Well done aru!"

"Thank you!"

"Takk." The director looked down at his watch. "Well, it's almost 2:30. Let's get you out of this costume Arthur and then you can go."

"Alright," Arthur replied.

"Dir'ct'r?" said a low voice. That tall blonde from earlier (Berwald right?) came up to the group holding a clipboard. He was even scarier up close. He face seemed to be locked into a permanent glare and he was very tall. He looked as if he could tower over Alfred! But to Arthur's slight surprise no one seemed phased by his presence. Tino even looked happier just seeing him! Of course, Tino did talk about Berwald during Arthur's session with him and they sounded like they were close friends, so it probably shouldn't have been a surprise. Nevertheless, the blonde was still intimidating especially since he turned his gaze towards Arthur. Berwald stuck out his hand.

"'M B'rw'ld." It took a secound for Arthur to interpret the accented speech. When he did he accepted the handshake.

"Arthur Kirkland. It's a pleasure." Berwald grunted in affirmation then turned his attention back to the director.

"W'nt yer appr'v'l fer tha' l'ghtn'" Yao nodded and looked at Arthur.

"Thank you for your time today aru. Lukas will help you with the costume." Then he turned towards Tino. "Tino, you might want to check on Emil." Tino eyes widened in realization.

"Oh right! Bye Arthur, see you later!" He quickly said before he flashed a small smile towards Berwald and then ran off in the direction of Emil.

"C'mon Arthur, let's get you out if this costume. You're probably getting hot." Arthur didn't even notice it until Lukas mentioned it but it was getting awfully warm and he felt a bead of sweat run down the back of his neck. Lukas walked off towards the rooms and Arthur followed him.

Like most things, taking off the costume was easier and faster than putting it on. Lukas of course helped him but in no time he was back in his regular clothes. Lukas also helped him get the makeup off his face and told him the highlights in his hair were only temporary and would easily wash out in his next shower. The extensions were finally taken out and Arthur was back to normal save for the highlights of course.

"I assume you know your way out?" stated Lukas once they were all done and Arthur simply nodded. "Alright, I'll see you on Tuesday then." Ah, that's right. The first day of shooting will be on Tuesday- that's three days from now.

Arthur left Lukas's room and was headed towards the main part of the studio where he last saw his manager when he heard a laugh. Not just any laugh of course. This was a beautiful, genuine laugh that made Arthur's heart flutter in excitement and his face turn red. It was Alfred's laugh, definitely. Arthur looked at the door on his left where the sound came from. It was Tino's room. Arthur put his hand on the doorknob. Surely he wouldn't be interrupting anything too terribly important right? He could just say he wanted to ask Tino a quick question. He gripped the doorknob tighter. He only wanted a glance. That was definitely Alfred's laugh he heard. Just one glance and he'd be satisfied. Arthur turned the doorknob.

"Arthur!" The Brit jumped away from the door as if it spontaneously caught on fire and put his hand over his heart to stop the pounding. He also most certainly did not let out a small yelp either when his name was called.

"There you are! I was looking for you!" Elizaveta came up to him with a smile. Following behind her was a small Asian man. Arthur briefly wondering if he was related to director Wang, but he immediately scolded himself right afterwards. Not all Asians here were related to each other!

Elizaveta stopped in front of Arthur while the other man slipped into Tino's room. Arthur wondered why but Elizaveta distracted him.

"The director said you were all done for today! Ready to go?"

"Hm? Ah yes, let's go." Arthur started to walk away but gave one more quick look towards the room that contained Alfred's wonderful laugh. Elizaveta gave him a sly smirk which Arthur quirked an eyebrow at.

"What? Is something the matter?" Her smile got wider.

"Oh nothing," she replied innocently. "Hey Arthur, why were you stopped in front of that room?" Arthur glanced away, his face heating up.

"N-nothing!" Arthur began to walk faster towards the exit with his manager giggling behind him.

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Arthur picked up teacup and noticed that it was disappointingly empty. He stretched and got up taking the cup with him. Today was his last day of freedom before work officially began tomorrow. So he favoured his novel that he's been reading the past month over his manuscript for today. Tomorrow would be the read through for the shooting on Tuesday. He would meet the rest of the cast for the first time and together they would all read through the script. They may even act it out. The director of course will be there so that's one familiar face, but he highly doubted that Lukas, Emil, or Tino would be there. If they were going to be there, Arthur doubted that he'd even get the chance to see them. Mathias and Berwald might be there but Arthur didn't know them too well so that probably wouldn't make much of a difference.

Arthur was about to start another pot of tea when his cell rang. He took it out and saw that it was Elizaveta calling. Odd. She usually preferred to text unless it was something urgent. Curiosity now peaked he answered the call.

"Arthur speaking."

"Arthur! Good, you answered!" He chuckled as he mixed the tea. (Do you mix tea?)

"Yes, that's what happens when someone calls. So, what did you need Eliza?"

"Oh, haha funny." She said clearly not amused. "I was going to tell you that Alfred's on TV right now but I guess you don't want to-" Arthur had the misfortune of taking a sip at that time and chocked on his newly made tea.

"Arthur? Are you alright?"

"Yes, yes I'm fine. Now what were you saying? Something about Alfred being on the tele? You do realize he's an actor right?"

"Obviously. I meant he's being interviewed."

"What?" Arthur started for his television as quickly as he could, tea forgotten. He wasn't aware that Alfred had an interview today. He usually knew about these things ahead of time!

"Yeah, it's with Michelle Desjardins."

"That's channel 52, right?"

"Yep! Apparently it was short notice. There was nothing about it being aired before today." Obviously. "It's about Destination: Lost!"

"Really...?" Arthur was now interested in it more than ever. He wondered what Alfred would say about their newest project. After all, it had hardly just begun!

He turned it to the right channel to find commercials.

"Damn, a commercial break." He muttered.

"Well, of course!" Arthur was startled. He forgot he was still on the phone with her. "You didn't expect me to call you during the show did you?" Arthur's eyebrow twitched.

"So you waited...?"

"Yep! Don't worry though, you haven't missed anything yet. Only the intro." Arthur nodded.

"Okay." He heard something clatter loudly from the other end of the phone line. "Is everything alright over there? What are you doing?"

"Oh nothing, just making dinner."

"Okay, well I'll let you take care of that then."

"Huh? Oh it's okay! I'm not English, I'm Hungarian remember?"

"Of course I remember. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, I don't burn my food as easily..."

"What! What do you mean? My food doesn't burn!"

"C'mon Arthur, you and I both know that although you may have a green thumb with plants, when it comes to food your thumb is charcoal black."

"What? That's absurd! My food is wonderful!"

"Arthur, I can't even think of one person, aside from you, who would willingly eat your food."

"People have eaten my food before!"

"I said willingly."

"Yes, they have willingly eaten my food before!"

"I don't know how you didn't starve yourself to death."

"I do just fine on my own thank you very much."

"If it wasn't for Francis you-"

"Okay! Goodbye!" Arthur quickly hung up. He automatically knew that whatever she says after the word "Francis" would agitate him even more. He took a deep breath and quickly calmed just in time to watch the interview come on.

The interview, in Arthur's opinion, went over very smoothly. He knew interviews can be very stressful and you have to watch what you say and how you say it, especially on live ones like this one. But as usual, Alfred did wonderful even eliciting a few laughs out of the audience and the host. It was finally the last ten minutes of the hour long show. There were a few interruptions for commercials and the like early on so it wasn't the full hour that Alfred had to talk but he still had a good majority of it. Arthur had been half paying attention to the words that were said and half paying attention to the man himself. He actually missed the entire conversation on who Alfred was playing for the movie, not that he really needed to know.

"Arthur Kirkland," started the host on the tele. Arthur perked up at the mention of his name, the show completely capturing his attention now. (And was it his imagination or did Alfred seem to perk up too?) "is playing Kothark Shalthuar in your new movie. He is almost brand new to acting - this being his first major role - as he only played a supporting role in the movie 51 Requests. What are your thoughts on Mr. Kirkland and his role in Destination: Lost?" Arthur's heart pounded furiously in his chest. Yes, what did Alfred think? Would he even know who Arthur is? Alfred didn't answer right away much to Arthur's anticipation. Alfred glanced towards the audience and then towards the back of the stage. This was all done in a matter of secounds but Arthur caught the motions nevertheless.

"Well," he started. "Quite honestly, I've never met the guy. I had heard about him though from other people and I heard that he was new to the business. I never bothered to watch the movie, 51 Requests was it? I never bothered to watch it but I heard that it was... decent from some of my friends." Wait, decent? "But if you want my opinion I think he needs to kick it up a notch if this movie is going to succeed." Excuse me?

"Why do you say that?" The host asked interested in this sudden turn of events, but she was French so Arthur was not surprised.

"Yes, why do you say that?" Asked Arthur the tele, scooting closer with each secound that passes.

"Well, it's like I said, his last movie was decent. This movie will have myself, of course, along with Lilli Zwingli, Lovino Vargas, and Natalya Arlovskaya. All of whom are very well known and, quite honestly, very well respected in the acting community. Not to mention that this movie will be directed by Yao Wang one of the best, if not the best, directors in the world." Arthur's heart sunk to his feet. Alfred was right he realized. Why in the world did director Wang pick him? "Kirkland-" Arthur shivered when Alfred said his name and where his voice was generally warm, it felt unusually cold with that one impassive word. "-has a lot of catching up to do but quite frankly we can't wait for him. He needs to be good now, and if not, we'll leave him behind in the dust." Arthur's anger flared. Who said anything about being left behind? In fact, who said anything about catching up to begin with!?

"Why do think director Yao Wang picked Mr. Kirkland for such an important role?" Michelle asked, wanted to milk Alfred for all the juicy gossip he has. Alfred leaned back and shrugged.

"No idea. Maybe director Wang saw something in him, I don't know. Usually I respect his decisions but this time..."

"What!?" yelled Arthur at the tele.

"I don't know... I probably would've picked someone else y'know? Someone with more experience in the acting business."

"I have bleeding experience!"

"Y'know, a funny British accent is only gonna take you so far."

"A f-funny what!? And 'gonna' is not a word you bloody wanker!" Arthur realized that he was latching onto the tele almost threatening to throw it out the window but decided against that notion. He crossed his arms and went to go sit back on the couch.

"It sounds as if you don't like Mr. Kirkland very much." The hostess asked Alfred with glinting, interested eyes.

"Well, it's like I said, I don't know him very well. Heck, I haven't even met him in person yet. I just know he landed an important role in a very important movie and that he doesn't have much experience under his belt. I don't wanna see a good thing ruined and so far nothing has convinced me otherwise."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Michelle looked off the stage for a moment then back to the audience.

"Well, it's time for us to go. It was very nice to have you join us tonight, Alfred."

"My pleasure, anytime."

"Wanker..."

"This has been Michelle Desjardins with Alfred F. Jones bidding you adieu and good night."

"By-" Arthur shut off the tele as quickly as he could, not wanting to hear another word out of Alfred's mouth. His thumb was starting to turn white from pressing so hard into the power button on the remote. His face was red from both anger and embarrassment. How could Alfred just say all of those degrading things about him on live television!? Arthur growled as he got up and threw the remote towards the couch, not caring where it ended up. He went up stairs to the bathroom so he could cool off but was stopped by his open bedroom door where he could make out one of the Alfred posters mocking him. Arthur stomped into his room and up to his newest poster of Alfred, which also happened to be the largest. Arthur glared at him and pointed at him.

"You! You bleeding twat! How could you!? I'm your biggest fan and kick me in the stomach and leave me lying in the dust!" Arthur paused realizing what he just said. "Now I'm even using your exact words! 'We don't even know each other.' Then why the bloody hell did you say all those things about me!? On live television at that! Ugh!" Arthur sank to the floor burying his head in his hands. In his pocket, Arthur's cell went off. Probably Elizaveta, after all she probably saw that part too if she was watching the show to begin with. Arthur ignored and looked at all of the Alfreds in his room. Anger getting the best of him, he took one of the smaller posters that came free with one of the Hetalia Monthlys last year and ripped it off the wall.

"I'll show you who will get left behind in the dust!" And ripped the smaller poster in half and then in half again. He kept doing this until he had dozens of little pieces of paper. Then he threw the poster remains on the ground and laughed. He sat down on his bed and put his head on his hand. What was he doing? Going insane just because his idol and love of his life said he wasn't good enough to the world- wait, that's not helping. His cell started to ring again and he took it out.

"Oh, belt up!" he said and threw it across the room. He lied down on the bed and stayed there, unmoving, for a few minutes. Once his anger dissipated he realized that he wasn't exactly sure what to do. Maybe he should call Eliza, after all managers were supposed to help their clients, but Arthur thought against it. He'd rather not deal with someone else right now. Besides, his pride wouldn't allow for that. Arthur stood up and looked down at the poor poster remains for a few moments letting what he did sink in.

"Oh my god! What have I done!? Alfred!" Arthur gasped as he fell to his knees, not caring how ridiculous he probably sounded right now. "Oh my god!" He repeated as he gently picked up the pieces and carried them to the small rubbish bin in his room. "I'm sorry," he whispered as he threw the remains away. Then he looked towards the empty space where the poster once lay. He sighed and went over to his bed. He quickly reached underneath and found what he was looking for. A few minutes later, he had a replica of the same poster that he ripped up in the same place on his wall. Arthur smiled as he took a step back.

"There we go. Much better." Arthur stared at the poster of Alfred, who stared back. An idea struck him.

"You know what I'm going to do?" He said as he ran out of the bedroom and towards the living room. He grabbed his manuscript that was lying on the end table next to the couch and flipped it open to the scene that they are going to rehearse tomorrow.

"I'll show you Alfred F. Jones!"

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Elizaveta sighed and put down her cell after her fifth missed call to Arthur. She was slightly worried, she knew how much Alfred meant to Arthur but she never would've thought that what happened on TV just now could happen. Quite honestly, she was even a little mad at Alfred. But she knew how Arthur got when he was mad at people (having seen Francis as an example) so he was on the top of her list now. But he wasn't answering. She angrily ended the call after, once again, ending up with an answering machine. She stood there for a few moments pondering what to do when an idea came to her mind. She picked up her cell again but dialed in a new number this time. After a few moments it was answered.

"Hey, it's Elizaveta. Yeah, I did. Actually, I have a question for you..."