Alex's POV
After the date at the London Wonderground, Arthur and I met up a couple of more times throughout a week. Some of those days we went out with my sister and Arthur's friend, Alfred. Other days, we spent time together just the two of us. On the days that it was just us, he took me out to fancy restaurants and on long walks through parks and parts of the city. Throughout those walks he'd point out small details of flowers or buildings that I never knew before. I have to say, I've learned more about London from Arthur then from any textbook or website.
There was one date where he had taken me out past the city limits, to a small hiking trail a little ways away. But we didn't go on the main more popular trail, we actually walked right past it. Instead, Arthur had taken me to a narrower, barely existent, path that led to the most gorgeous clearing I've ever been to. The hike there was excruciating but the reward at the end made the scratches, blisters, and bruises, all worth it. Upon having arrived there, Arthur leaned in and gave me a sweet, yet quick, kiss.
But lately I've been having this feeling that Arthur is hiding something from me, something big. Whenever we're on a date and his phone rings, after he's answered the call, he would always have to quickly drop me off at home and race away. When I asked him about it, he'd tell me it was his boss calling and that they needed him. Arthur never really talked about his job; I don't even know what he does for a living. Even when I used my puppy dog eyes, he still wouldn't tell me anything more. And no one can resist the puppy dog eyes; they're just too damn adorable.
It's not that I don't trust him, because I do wholeheartedly, but I'm saddened that Arthur can't confide in me about these things. I also have this suspicion that Alfred is a part of all of this as well. The times we went on a double date's and Arthur got a call, both he and Alfred excused themselves and left. Of course, I haven't told Alexis about these coincidences, I don't want to make her worry. So for now, I'll just stick to watching him a little closer, maybe he'll accidently drop a hint. Though I hope that whatever it is he's hiding, it end up hurting me or, even worse, my sister.
Alexis's POV
The rest of the date with Alfred went amazingly well! After we had gotten off the Ferris wheel, we met up with Arthur and Alex. My sister looked incredibly happy, standing next to Arthur with a faint blush, which made me the night even better! We then spent a good few minutes admiring the fireworks, still being shot into the air.
Afterwards they drove us home and Alfred kissed me goodnight, after Alex and gotten into the condo and Arthur into his car. Throughout the week we had hung out together several times. We went to the beach, swam in the sea, collected shells, and had a blast! Later that same day, I made hamburgers on the grills they had there and when I brought them to Alfred, he screamed out with delight! I'll have to remember that he like's hamburgers more than the average person.
One day we just hanged out the park, sitting on a bench, talking. It was a nice and relaxing time I must say. But there are sometimes where Alfred will get these calls from his boss and then he just has to leave. It makes me sad when it happens. Oh well, at least he has a job!
Alfred's POV
I slouch down lower in my chair at the world meeting, staring intently at my phone as I text to what has to be the most beautiful girl in the whole world. All the other countries present in the room are chatting amongst themselves about something I didn't really have an interest in. It's been about a week since Alexis and I begun hanging out more and I feel a part of my heart missing whenever she's not by my side.
I glance up from my phone, surveying the room, and notice that England isn't here yet. Which is odd since the guy is normally the very first person to arrive at a meeting. Plus he's the host for this meeting, which is bad of him. He's probably off flirting with Alexis's sister, Alex. Lucky bastard . . .
"Ve~ hey America, what are you doing?" I look up to see Italy bouncing up and down on his heels with a bubbly smile. Immediately I shove my iphone into the pocket of my brown bomber jacket.
"Nothin much. Why?" I reply, somewhat nervous. I don't know if I'm ready for the other countries to know about Alexis yet.
"You're being very quiet today ve." He giggles. "It's so unlike you."
Behind the Italian, France comes waltzing up. "Italy iz right Amérique, ohononon." France says in thick, well, French accent. "What iz keeping your little mind so occupied hm?" I glance around nervously, unsure of what to do. Suddenly I hear my phone's ring tone go off. Crap.
"Who's that?" Italy innocently asks while France swipes my phone from my pocket.
The Frenchy then scampers away with MY phone in his hands. "Give that back, France!" I shout, jumping out of my chair. France starts laughing his stupid laugh. I chase after him, trying to snatch my phone.
"Who iz zis belle dame? She iz quite lovely if I do say so myself." He says, pointing to my phones wallpaper. It's the picture of Alexis and me on our second outing, the one where we're at the beach. "When you grow bored of her, I'll gladly take her off your hands." After those words slip out of his mouth, I punch him square in the face. France collapses onto the floor and, in the process, releases his grip on my phone. I walk over and pick it up, checking it for any damage. By then, every country in the room is staring at me in either surprise or confusion. "Ow! I was just joking, mon dieu." France cries out, rubbing at his cheek tenderly.
"America-san?" The voice comes from behind me and I turn around to my besty, Japan. "Did France do something?"
I sigh; guess I don't have much of a choice now. "I'm sort of . . . seeing this girl. France was being France, a perverted ass and all, and I punched him for saying something he shouldn't have." I grip my phone a little harder and plop back down in my chair.
"Why didn't you just tell us?" Inquires Japan as he takes the seat to my right.
"I didn't feel you guys had to know." I grumble, holding my phone slower to my face.
Japan looks at me in surprise. "Oh." But then his face softens into a small smile. "Well I do hope it works out for the two of you."
"What does she look like?" Russia questions, who sits next to Japan on his other side.
"You didn't see her picture on the Phone when France had it?" I kind of awkwardly ask. Russia and I don't normally talk much, so it feels weird talking to him like this.
Russia shakes his head, smiling childishly. "Nyet, I did not."
"Oh . . . alright then . . ." I unlock my phone's screen and show him my wallpaper.
He leans in and studies the picture for a second before backing off, his smile never once leaving his face. "She is quite nice looking. I wish you the best of luck, comrade."
"AMERICA HAS A GIRLFRIEND! AMERICA HAS A GIRLFRIEND! AMERICA HAS A GIRLFRIEND! AMERICA HAS A GIRLFRIEND!" Chants Italy as he jumps up and down, all full of energy.
I chuckle lightly, leaning into my chair and crossing my arms behind my head. "She isn't my girlfriend yet, Italy." Italy stops, looking at me with confused eyes. "I haven't asked her out. So we're not officially dating."
Italy quickly brightens up again. "Well then ask her! Oh, is she nice?"
"Yeah, she's pretty awesome."
"When will you see her again?"
"Actually, we're meeting up tonight."
"Where are the two of you going to go?"
This question causes me to stop and think for a second. "I dunno little dude, but I'm sure I'll figure it out soon enough." I flip my phone around so it's facing me and read the newest text I received from Alexis.
Do u wanna hang out tonight?
It's like this girl can read my mind! I'm thinking about what to reply back when I suddenly get this brilliant idea! "I'll take her somewhere place fancy! Maybe out to eat." I think aloud. Quickly I text her back, telling her to wear nice clothes but I don't say anything about where we're going. I'll have to ask England about some restaurants, but what the hell!
"Hello everyone, sorry for being late I got caught up in some personal business." England says as he walks through the doors into the meeting room. The moment I spot him, I leap up onto my feet and run over to him.
"IGGY!" I practically cling to his arm. "Dude this is your capital; you should know where the best high class restaurants are, right?"
"Well yes, I suppose I do, but what has that got to-"
I don't give him a chance to finish. "Then can recommend one to me? This is for an important night."
Arthur looks at me, stunned, before letting out a sigh. "Since you so politely asked," Sarcasm drips of his words and I scratch the back of my head guiltily. "I'd probably recommend this restaurant in one of my top notch hotels, the dining is-"
"Thank you so much, Iggy!"
"You're going to have to make a reservation though, it's pretty popular, so I'd suggest you do it soon." England walks to meeting table, setting his briefcase onto it. He glances sideways at me, his huge eyebrows furrowing. "What exactly do you have planned, asking me about these kinds of restaurants?"
My lips stretch farther as my grin grows wider. "I'm going to be asking Alexis to be my girlfriend. So I want everything to be perfect." I say excitedly. This is going to be so perfect!
"Okay, m-maybe I could e-even help you g-get ready." England rubs the back of his neck. "Possibly could come-"
"Can ve be deal vith all this relationship crap another time and get down to business?" Both England and I turn to the head of the table, at Germany. His hair slicked back like normal, he glares at all the countries still loitering around. I quickly return to my seat like everyone else does.
England huffs as he takes his seat, muttering. "What's with people and interrupting me today . . ."
Germany clears his throat once he see's everyone seated. "Ve've discovered signs of a new threat to us as nations." The entire room falls silent. That is until Italy starts panicking.
"Oh no! Germany! This is bad, really bad!" Anybody could see he's starting to hyperventilate. The German nation has to slap his hand over the Italian's mouth to stop him.
"Italy, calm down, nothing serious has happened yet." Germany uses his free hand to rub his temples. "Ve do not know who this threat could consist of. Maybe they're humans, maybe countries, maybe even both." By now all the countries begin exchanging worried glances. "For now ve are safe. I believe it vould be best if ve do not get involved more than necessary vith other humans. It vill keep them safe if they don't know much about us."
Arthurs POV
From my seat next to America's, I sigh and stare at the wall across from me. The world meeting is going how it usually does, with no one paying attention to the country giving their presentation. Of course this meeting is being hosted in my own country, so I have to be paying some attention to what they're saying. But every time I focus on the country speaking, my thoughts drift back to Alex.
I had been with her before the meeting, having gone out for breakfast together, and I'm missing her already. With her clear blues that twinkle when she learns something new or those smiles that just light up the room. Everything about her screams adorable, and I love that about her.
"Angleterre, do you not have anything to say about my magnifique presentation? Ohonhonhon." France sits down in the empty chair to my left. I glance sideways at him and scowl.
"Not right now frog." I look up at the next country preparing to discuss some important issue concerning their country. But that doesn't stop France from continuing to pester me.
He starts poking my cheek and whispering in my ear, an action I find so disgusting. "Oh mon ami, have you heard about Amérique's petit amour? It seems that he haz fallen hard for zis girl." I slap his head away, my scowl deepening.
"Yes, yes, I know about her. America and Alexis have become quite close." France stares at me with confused and surprised eyes. "What is it now?" I hiss out lowly, but acidly.
"How did you find out about her and Amérique? He haz only said something about it today, and while you weren't even in ze room." His hand that I had previously slapped away launches into another poking conquest, this time against my arm. "Are you hiding something from me, cher?"
His poking becomes more insistent, each contact irritating me more than the last. When his poking returns back to my cheek I explode. "I personally know her sister and I've met the lass! Now would you stop touching me you bloody frog!" I slam my hands on the table and stand up, knocking my chair backwards. The whole room falls silent at my sudden outburst. America looks up from his texting, just as surprised as everyone else. "Oh bollocks." I grumble.
All the countries stare at me and I blush bright red at the attention. Germany clears his throat and glares at me. "England this isn't the time to be playing around! Now sit in your chair and pay attention!" Without another word, the meeting resumes (though a little awkwardly). I straighten up my chair and sit down, giving France the deadliest death glare I could muster.
"Mon ami, zat was not my fault. I was merely asking you a simple question." When he doesn't get a response from me, he changes the subject. "So you know ze girl's sister? Is she as beautiful as Amérique's girl? You wouldn't mind taking me to meet her would you?" I twitch from the effort it's taking to contain my temper.
"Frog, it would be in your best interest to drop this right now while I still have control over myself." America glances over at us, still confused about what's going on between us.
He immediately starts questioning me. "Dude, England, what's up? You're like looking pretty mad there."
"It's bleeding nothing America. Just go back to that bloody phone of yours." America huffs, but does as I tell him (which is pretty strange of him). France on the other hand picks up where he left off.
"Come now, Angleterre, amour must be shared non?"
"Bugger off."
"Now, now, no need to get mad. We can share her if you want?" That did it.
"YOU BLOODY ARSEHOLE!" I lunge towards France and punch him the jaw with all my strength. The force of my punch knocks him right out of his chair and onto the ground. "Keep Alex out of your dirty fantasies!"
Germany loses his temper and yells at me. "ENGLAND! OUT!" He points to the door leading out of the meeting room. "NOW!" With as much dignity and pride as I can muster in that kind of situation, I shuffle my papers into my suitcase and head out the door. America stands up as I pass him, pocketing his iphone.
"Dudes, I know this meeting is important and all, but I got plans that need to be dealt with. Don't worry; the hero will be at the next meeting!" Then he proceeds to grab my arm and drag me out of the meeting room and down the hall.
"Let me go you git!" Of course the bloody American ignores me! "Where are you taking me?!" We pass multiple doors and halls, moving towards the building's exit. "The meeting is still going on you know!"
"Iggy, chill out. We have something that requires our full attention, and that is a date with the two most gorgeous girls in the world." Turning a corner, we spot the exit and walk to it.
"My name is not Iggy, you prat! And I never made any plans with Alex for another date!" I try to argue with him.
America rolls his eyes at me and laughs, as the American would say, 'heroically'. "Come on, you have her number right?" I nod slowly. "Then just text her and ask her if she wants to go out with us. Tell her to wear something fancy, like I told Alexis, and that we'll pick em up around eight."
"And where exactly are we taking them?" I snatch my arm out of his grip and exit through the glass doors by my own will. "Does it have anything to do with the question you asked me while I was entering the meeting room?"
"Yup! We'll be taking them to that restaurant you suggested, it'll be awesome hahaha." With a fresh scowl on my face, I fish out my cell phone from my pants front pocket. Though my scowl instantly melts away at the sight of my phone's background. It's a picture of Alex sitting in the middle of a grassy clearing smiling up at the sky. At the angle the shot was taken it makes her look so peaceful and happy, just one glance at it and my bad mood disappears. America taps me on the shoulder. "That is one sweet picture! Where is that place? I totally want to bring Alexis there!"
I shove him away, my bad mood returning in mere seconds. "Didn't I teach you that it's impolite to look over ones shoulder? Besides, why should I tell a git like you about this special place?"
"Oh come on! Pllllleeeeeaaaasssseeee!?"
"No. I'm sorry America, but this place is only for Alex and me, no one else." America pouts and I turn back to my cell phone, opening a blank text box. I type in Alex's number and then the message.
Do you have anything planned this evening, Alex?
I watch the sent screen disappear and only have to wait a couple of minutes before my phone vibrates. "That was quick."
I'm heading to a lecture in a little bit, but that ends around 4, so I should be free later in the evening. Why?
As soon as I finish reading her text, I send her a reply.
If you have the time, we could get together. I'll pick you up around 8 pm, and don't forget to wear something nice.
"Alright, I hope she accepts." America slaps my back hard and starts laughing obnoxiously again.
"Don't worry dude. I've seen the way she looks at you; she has no reason to refuse. And coming from the hero, it's the truth." I roll my eyes and open my mouth to retort back, but the vibrations from my phone stop me.
Sure, I'll see you then.
"Told you so!" I smack the back of his head before stomping towards my car. "Hey Iggy! Wait up!"
"Shut up, you tosser. If you keep on talking nonsense then I'll refrain from helping you tonight." America gasps loudly as he walks to the passenger side of my car.
"You have to help me! I don't know what I would do without you, Artie!"
Again with the nickname nonsense! "Alfred, for the last time my name is neither Iggy nor Artie! It's England or even Arthur!" I start up the engine and drive out of the meeting halls parking lot.
"Pleassseee! You're my only hope!" America looks at me with puppy dog eyes.
With a long, drawn out sigh, I reluctantly agree. "Fine, but you have to agree to stop calling me by those idiotic names!"
"Done! Man this is gonna be such an awesome night!"
With a small smile playing at my lips, I retort. "Whatever you say."
