A/N: Holy shit. Over 600 views, 14 favourites, and 26 followers?! I'm so happy! Thank you so much for your never-ending support! It really keeps me going! So, I'm on a Hetalia roll right now. If you like this, go check out my other two Hetalia stories! Enchanted is going to be updated sometime in the next couple days. Anyway, enjoy this early chapter!

DISCLAIMER: Oh, Alfred~!
Alfred: Hi! So, um... I just have to follow this script... *holds up script*
Yep!
Alfred: Okay! *clears throat* NeahZoldyck13 does not own Axis Powers: Hetalia in any way, shape, or form. All he owns is the plot. He also does not own the song lyrics.
Thanks, Alfred. On with the show!

Tremble for yourself, my man

You know that you have seen this all before

Tremble, little lion man,

You'll never settle any of your scores

"Ugh…" Arthur groaned, throwing himself down on the couch. "I have no way to get back. It's official."

"Why? It's only been a day," Allen asked, walking into the room. The smirk on his face made Arthur want to punch him.

"Because the spellbooks I require aren't here!" Arthur exclaimed, punching the couch in frustration. Allen sighed.

"Come on. You've been in the basement all day, and I know for a fact that you haven't eaten. Now get your ass in the kitchen and eat something before I drag you in there and force it down your throat." Arthur groaned but complied, rolling off the couch and following Allen into the kitchen. Two plates of spaghetti were placed on the table with a glass of milk in front of one.

"Eat. Now," Allen shoved Arthur down into the chair, glaring at him when he hesitated. Sighing in defeat, Arthur picked up the fork and stuffed some spaghetti in his mouth. Allen nodded in satisfaction and sat down to eat his own plate.

The phone rang about halfway through the meal, and Allen groaned before going up and answering it.

"Hello?... Hi Matt… Yes, we're still coming tomorrow… Sure, sure, see you then. Bye." Allen hung up and wandered back into the room.

"Your Canada? What did he want?" Arthur asked. Allen nodded and sighed before sitting down.

"So, we have a World Meeting in two days. Matt was calling to make sure that I wouldn't blow it off. He's hosting." Arthur gulped. "And since Oliver pretty much raised Matt, Matt knows Oliver extremely well, which means you're going to need to learn how to fake it pretty fast."

"And… how would I do that, exactly?" Arthur asked, suddenly nervous. He'd already failed to fool Allen for even three minutes. How could he fool the rest of the world for a whole meeting?!

"First off, you've gotta smile CONSTANTLY. Seriously, the only times when Oliver doesn't smile are when people are either fighting or swearing. This one's probably gonna be tricky for you," Allen frowned.

"I can smile!" Arthur shot back. Allen raised an eyebrow as if to say Sure you can. Arthur huffed and forced a smile, just to be contradictory. Allen rolled his ruby eyes.

"Yeah, that's gonna fool people for all of two seconds. Think of your happiest memory, and use that to smile," Allen suggested, taking Arthur's empty plate and going to the sink. Arthur frowned in concentration. What was his happiest memory?

When he first met Alfred, back when Alfred was a small colony? No, too painful because of what happened later. That same scenario went for any memories of Alfred pre-American Revolution. His and Alfred's first kiss? No, that was more of an accident than anything, anyway. Sometime in World War Two? Yes, that was it: when Alfred defied orders just to come see him in London as it was getting bombed. The ridiculous idiot flew across the Atlantic, by himself, just to make sure that Arthur was all right. The event still brought a smile to Arthur's face, even now.

Allen's chuckling broke Arthur out of his memories. "Whatever you were thinking of worked. That looked like Oliver's smile." Arthur grinned in relief. Maybe the smiling thing wouldn't be too hard, after all.

"Anyway, second. No swearing. Anything worse than 'heck' is a no-go. And if other people say it around you, you have to insist on them putting money in the Swear Jar. This one probably won't be too much of a problem, but…" Allen trailed off, looking thoughtful. Arthur sighed.

"I can do it. I might forget to insist on the Swear Jar, but I can do it. Anything else?"

"No cynicism, no pessimism, no sarcasm… Be bubbly, even though it'll be too goddamn early… Wear lots of pink. That should cover it. Any other questions?"

Arthur flinched. Ooh, he hated pink. But if that's what he had to do in order to not raise suspicions… He'd do it. Not making sarcastic remarks might be hard, but all he really had to do was keep his mouth shut and he'd be fine.

"Who should I watch out for? As in, who knows Oliver the best?" Arthur was sort of wondering, just to see what other parallels this world had.

Allen sighed. "Besides me, only Matt and Francois really know Oliver well enough to pick up if something's wrong. Everyone else can only tell if it's something really major. That help?"

"Yes, thank you, that helps tremendously," Arthur replied, standing up. "Well, I'd best get ready for bed. I'll see you in the morning." Allen chuckled, and Arthur froze. "What is it?" he asked.

"You do realize that Oliver and I sleep in the same bed, right?" Allen laughed. Arthur blushed in embarrassment and stammered "W-when were you going to tell me this, y-you bloody wanker?!" When Allen only laughed harder, Arthur grabbed a pillow from the couch and threw it at him. Allen caught it and laughed harder.

"I-it's not that funny! Allen, stop it!" Arthur yelled, still embarrassed. Allen didn't stop laughing, and Arthur was really beginning to lose his patience. He clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and yelled "ALLEN JONES, YOU STOP THAT RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" Allen stopped laughing immediately, staring at Arthur with wide eyes.

"Yeah, sure… Sorry, I don't know what happened…" Allen trailed off sheepishly. Arthur deflated, feeling a little bit guilty. He'd overreacted.

"No, I'm sorry. I overreacted," Arthur hurriedly apologized. Allen chuckled a bit before sobering up.

"So, um… I could take the couch? If you'd be more comfortable with that, I mean," Allen mumbled, shuffling his feet.

"No, no, it's fine, I'll take the couch, it's your house after all," Arthur shook his head. This went back and forth for a few minutes before Arthur finally suggested they both just share the bed.

"If it's okay with you," Allen answered, still looking a little flushed. Arthur nodded and ran upstairs to change for bed. Here he encountered another problem: all of Oliver's clothes were pink. Even his pyjamas. Arthur clenched his teeth and went over to what he assumed to be Allen's dresser, and he picked out a black T-shirt and a pair of grey shorts.

"Much better," Arthur said, nodding to himself. He had just finished pulling on the T-shirt when Allen walked in.

"Didn't like Oliver's wardrobe~?" Allen asked, grinning. Arthur grumbled and crawled into bed without responding, not looking as Allen undressed. Allen turned off the lights and then crawled onto the other side of the bed. Arthur sighed quietly and rolled over, facing away from Allen and praying that sleep would take him quickly.

The next morning could be described by two words: a disaster.

First, Arthur woke up late. He woke up so late, in fact, that he only had time to either shower or eat food. Arthur chose to shower, mentally promising to just bring along stuff to make tea with. When he got out of the shower, he found an outfit already laid out on the bed for him, with a note from Allen.

It's fine to use my clothes in the house, but in public, you need to dress like Oliver. Here's an outfit. I packed some food for later, as well as your tea stuff. Get dressed, and then we can go.

Arthur sighed in defeat but put on the pastel nightmare of an outfit anyway. Remembering what Oliver's hair had looked like the day before, Arthur quickly combed it and made it look neat before heading downstairs. Allen was leaning against the door, a bag slung over his shoulder and sunglasses perched on his head. He looked up as he heard Arthur come down the stairs, and he smirked.

"Good morning, sunshine. The World says hello!" he chirped. Arthur glared at him and pulled on a pair of shoes. After that, both of them grabbed the bags they'd packed and headed for the airport, Allen jabbering all the way about everything about this world that he could think of. Arthur took note of what he could, just in case it turned out to be useful later.

After a twelve hour plane ride, they went and checked in at their hotel. Apparently, this world's Canada had already paid for the two of them to have the same room. Arthur wondered how long Allen and Oliver had been together if Canada knew to do this. After they had entered the room, both Allen and Arthur dropped onto the bed, completely exhausted and fully intent on sleeping. That plan was quickly ruined by Allen's phone ringing. Groaning, Allen picked up, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Hello…? Francois, are you kidding, we JUST got here… Fine, fine, if you really want to… I'll wake him up and ask. Hang on." Allen set the phone down and shook Arthur's shoulder. "Hey. Francois wants to know if you wanna go get dinner."

"'M too tired. Tell him tomorrow, maybe," Arthur groaned. He was starting to feel dizzy and lightheaded, and he was sure that he needed sleep more than food right now.

"Okay." Allen grabbed the phone again. "He says he's too tired. Tomorrow, maybe…? I can come with you and Matt tonight if you want, and Ollie can join us tomorrow… Yeah. That works. See you in a bit, old man." Allen hung up and turned back to face Arthur. "I'm going out with Francois and Matt for a bit. Will you be fine on your own?"

"I'll be fine. Go have fun," Arthur slurred, already half-asleep. Allen stood up and grabbed his wallet and keys from the bag.

"I'll be back in a few hours. Get some sleep, Artie," he said, closing the door. Arthur passed out from exhaustion a few minutes later.

Arthur woke up to the feeling of someone frantically shaking him.

"Wha' time izit?" he slurred, feebling swatting at the person's arm. A relieved sigh came from above him.

"It's almost 6 at night. Look, did you eat anything on the plane?" Allen's voice answered. Arthur frowned in concentration. Had he…? No.

"No. Why?" Arthur groaned, blinking and rolling over onto his back. Allen's worried face came into blurred focus above him.

"Are you feeling really lightheaded and dizzy right now? Maybe cold and hot at once? Do you feel sick?" Allen fired off. Arthur just nodded, too tired to verbalize his response.

"Shit. Okay, stay here. I'm gonna go get something to help," Allen said before standing up and leaving Arthur's sight. After a minute of rummaging around, Allen came back and set some things down next to Arthur's head. Arthur was too tired to turn and see what they are.

"Wha' those?" Arthur slurred, trying to turn his head.

"Well, you and your idiotic tendencies made your blood sugar drop to low levels, so I'm giving you something to fix that. To do that, I need you to work with me. Come on, sit up." Arthur flailed a bit, still trying to see what Allen had set down. "Ollie, stop fighting me, damnit!" Allen yelled as Arthur managed to wrench one of his hands away from his body.

"Not Ollie. Arthur," Arthur slurred quietly. Allen sucked in a breath, but finally managed to get Arthur to sit up.

"Okay, open your mouth," he said as he placed something to Arthur's lips. When Arthur didn't willingly open his mouth, Allen pried open his mouth and shoved them inside. When Arthur tried to spit the item out, Allen held his jaw closed.

"Chew and swallow. Come on, they'll help, I promise," Allen soothed. Finally, Arthur gave in and chewed before swallowing down the fine powder that now sat in a pile on his tongue. Allen sighed in relief. "There. That will help."

"C'n I go backta sleep now?" he whispered. Arthur heard Allen chuckle and vaguely felt him ruffle his hair.

"Yeah. You can sleep now. I'll wake you up when it's time to go to the meeting." Arthur managed to make a sound in an affirmative before he rolled back over and let the blackness take him once again.

Your grace is wasted in your face

Your boldness stands alone among the wreck

Now learn from your mother

Or else spend your days biting your own neck

A/N: That's all for now, guys! I'll see you in two weeks! Concrit is LOVED, flames are used to make s'mores. See you!