GAAAAHHH! I'm so sorry that this chapter took forever to put up. I had a billion tests hit me at once in school, and a bunch of other stuff happened. In this chapter, I sort of took a suggestion from a reviewer. Just because I really really liked the idea. I'm so happy for the reviews that I have gotten. Please keep it up? Much love -
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia just the ideas for my fanfiction.
Tea, Arthur just needed a nice hot cup of tea to wash away his stress. He shuffled into the kitchen grabbing a tea bag, and filling a cup full of water, sticking it in the microwave. He had learned that instead of broiling it, the microwave was a faster tactic. Once it beeped he removed the mug, sticking the tea bag in it. Then came the whole small ordeal of removing the tea bag, adding sweetener, and waiting for it to cool.
With his now nice cup of tea, he sat at the counter, raising it to his mouth. That's when an unfamiliar face walked in. Or maybe this face was familiar. Arthur looked at the newcomer, tilting his head in a curious manner. "Who are you?"
The young man spoke in a soft voice. "I'm Matthew."
"Who?"
"Alfred's brother."
"Oh." Arthur sighed, content with this answer. Alfred had never mentioned that he had a brother, but then again he, himself, had never bothered to talk to Alfred all that much.
Very well then...
"MAAATTTIIIEEEEEE!" Alfred shouted, running into the room with his arms outstretched, straight towards Matthew."
"W-Wait, Alfred, please don't tackle-" Before the poor guy could finish his sentence, Alfred had flung himself on him, bringing them both to the ground.
"Dude, What's up! I haven't seen you in forever!"
"Can you please get off of me?" Matthew pleaded.
Alfred got up, dusting himself off. Oh, sorry about that. It's just been awhile, and I got carried away."
Arthur quirked a caterpillar. I'm sorry, I meant eyebrow. Alfred was capable of apologies? Who knew that he had it in him? Well, regardless, it must be a rare occasion.
Matthew sighed, standing up and dusting of as well. "It's alright."
"OI! Don't tell me that you forgot about me!" A voice called from beyond the doorway. An Albino walked through the door, grinning like a mad man.
"Matthew blushed. "Oh, right. Everyone, this is my boyfriend-"
"G-G-G-Gilbert! You look just like Gilbert!" Alfred stuttered in shock.
"Huh? You know him?" Matthew questioned.
"Kesesese, who wouldn't know the awesome me?" Gilbert stated with enthusiasm.
"SO GILBERT REALLY IS YOUR NAME!" Alfred gasped in shock."AND YOU EVEN SAY AWESOME!"
"What is this? What's it to you that his name is Gilbert and that he uses the word awesome?" Arthur asked, slightly annoyed by the situation. He just wanted to drink his tea.
"That's my books villain's name, and he looks exactly like him or what I would imagine him to be!" Alfred explained, eyes wide."This is just like a sci-fi experience! It's so cool!"
Matthew blushed. "I guess?"
Gilbert laughed. "I think I'll have to read this book series."
Matthew glanced at the time. "I know we just got here and all, but it's getting late, so it's probably about time that we-"
"-have sex?" Gilbert interrupted.
"N-No! That's not what I was going to say at all!" Mattie flustered. "Anyway, it's about time that we left. We can head back to the hotel room and see my brother and his friend tomorrow."
Arthur cleared his throat. "I'm NOT his friend."
Matthew shot him a quizzical look, not sure what he meant by that.
Arthur shot him a look back saying 'you know what I mean'.
Alfred snapped out of the fact that this Gilbert guy was in his kitchen, and spoke. "Oh well it looks like I'll see you later! Thanks for stopping by!"
They both waved, leaving.
As Alfred shut the door, he turned to Arthur grinning. "I haven't seen Mattie in forever. That was great, getting to see him again."
Arthur set down his tea. "I'm sure that it was..." His expression drifted back to distant. as if surrounded in his own thoughts.
Alfred sighed. He might as well just go and write. Yeah, that sounded nice.
So that he did. Trailing off into his office room, and propping himself down on his chair. The question was, where did he leave off?
Oh yeah...
Musicman and Elizabeta ran outside onto the ledge overlooking the city where Gilbert's lair was perched. Elizabeta turned to her savior, placing a hand on his mask. "May I?" She asked, speaking softly.
Now that they were away from Gilbert, Musicman nodded, allowing her the privilege of knowing who he really was.
She carefully lifted up his mask to reveal a composed face, eyes staring at her gently. "Roderich."
"Hmmm?" She gave him a questioning look, green eyes looking directly into his.
"You may call me Roderich, if you wish." He said calmly.
"Roderich..." Elizabeta repeated, "Alright. I'll call you that." She shifted her weight from foot to foot. "So what now?"
Roderich blinked, not thinking this far ahead. "Now, I..." He sighed, "I would like to request something."
"And what's that?" Elizabeta questioned, eyes sparkling with a young curiosity.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Willl you kiss me, Elizabeta?"
She closed her eyes, a smile brought to her lips. "Yes, I will kiss you." She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning her head up.
In response he leaned his head down, touching his lips to hers. They left it like that for a full many seconds, before reluctantly drawing away from one another. Right then, a flash shot across the sky. Elizabeta smiled. "Would you look at that, a shooting star..."
Roderich nodded. "Yes, are you going to make a wish?"
Elizabeta nodded. She took a deep breathe in, and folded her hands together and wished.
Roderich smiled. "If you don't mind me asking, what did you wish for?"
Elizabeta smiled back. "I wished that maybe I could possibly spend my days with you. That's all I ask for."
wrapping his arms around her, and smiling, he nodded. "Perhaps that can be arranged."
Alfred clicked the "save as" button. That sounded like a good ending to book three. So he could finally send another one into his publishers. He made a beaming smile to himself, but his mind soon drifted back to Arthur. Back on his bed the other day... he had thought about the possibility of liking him. So was it a possibility? Or could it be that this was just a delusion. Whenever he was around him, it made him happy. In fact he had known since he met him, that there was something about his anti-social and criticizing personality, his very being there had triggered something in his heart that was pleasant.
That must mean that its not a delusion, right? Alfred stood up. He had a plan. So he knew that he liked Arthur, right? Now he just had to get Arthur to like him! That shouldn't be to hard. He turned his heel and headed to and up the stairs. He burst into Arthur's room. "Hey, Arthur!"
Arthur looked up from his embroidery that he had just started. "You know there's a thing called knocking, right?"
Alfred opened his mouth, and closed it again. He had to think fast. Hmmm... a pick up line? "If you were a cheeseburger, you would be a McGorgeous."
Arthur blinked, "Erm.. Right." With that he went back to his embroidery. Alfred mentally cursed himself. How could that have not worked! He rubbed his neck, knowing very well what the next alternative would be. He walked over, getting closer and closer to Arthur.
"Wait Alfred, what are you-!" Arthur stammered, but before he could finish, Alfred had pressed his lips to his.
Ta da! And that's the end of that chapter. :) Next one will be up asap. And hopefully tests and such don't prevent me from getting it up soon.