Author's Notes: OH GOD!!! IT'S WAY PAST MY BEDTIME!!! I FON'T CARE I'M POSTING THIS FOR ALL THE LOVELY FANS!!!! Just wait I'll read this in the morning and be like, "Why did I post this last night!?" Oh well... I skipped finishing "The Great Gatsby" and my Cold War history homework for this you all better feel lucky and loved!!! Oh sorry if the characters seem OOC, I tried really hard.

WARNINGS: France, Arthur's *cough*sexy*sough* shorts, Alfred's mind, etc. READER'S DESCRETION IS HEAVILY ADVISED!!!!!

Disclaimer: Hetalia and its lovely characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya. I own nothing but the crappy plot for this fanfic.

Uninvited Guest part 2

Arthur had nearly forgotten that he was hosting the G-8 meeting this time, until those gits had shown up.

Thank God, the bet does not include meetings. Arthur sighed as he fidgeted with the shirt's sleeves, which were too short for Arthur's taste. Damn bloody sleeves, only going to my elbows.

However, the sleeves were only a distraction from the uncomfortable situation that he had gotten himself into. Arthur stopped trying to (unsuccessfully) pull the sleeves down to his wrists and leaned back in the café chair, glaring straight at the sources for his on-coming migraine.

"What are you two planning?" Arthur hissed as he noticed how quiet the American and Frenchman had become.

"Nothing, Artie!" Alfred laughed in response.

"Oui, nothing, Angleterre." Francis winked, causing Arthur to pull at the hem of his skirt.

"Why, ya don't trust us?" Arthur nearly cringed at the American's improper way of speaking.

"Yes, I don't trust you two." Arthur's eyebrow twitched under his hat. "Will you stop being improper? It's quite rude."

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"I ain't being improper!" Alfred retorted as Arthur kicked his shin under the small table. "Ouch, Artie, that hurt!" Alfred whined as he rubbed his poor abused shin.

Francis had become quite amused by how the two English speaking countries showed their affections to one another. Although it was quite amusing to him, Francis would have to admit it was extremely painful to watch.

"What are you planning, Frog?" Arthur imposed as Francis stopped smirking.

"Oh nothing," Francis tried feigning innocence, but Arthur knew very well that the Frenchman was anything but innocent. "Just taking note on how a 'proper' English gentleman, like yourself, treats his poor guests, like moi." Francis smiled at Arthur's priceless expression. "That expression is beautiful, mon cher." Francis scooted closer to Arthur, taking his chin and lifting it up towards himself. "I'd love to see it when I-"

Francis could not finish the rest of his statement, for Arthur once again punched the Frenchman. Alfred giggled at the Frenchman's pain and "heart-broken" expression.

"Keep laughing like that," Arthur glared over at Alfred. "And I might have to do something about it." Alfred blushed at that outspoken statement and the smirk that accompanied it.

"Why, how sex-" Arthur stomped on Francis' head, causing the latter to let out a terrible yelp of pain. Alfred looked the other way and brought the menu up to hide his face; 1: to hide himself from the other customers' shocked and annoyed glances, and 2: to hide the look of heartache that had made its way onto his face.

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Alfred sat sipping his soft drink rather loudly, that Arthur kicked him in the shin once again. Alfred winced a bit, but returned the favor by stepping on Arthur's foot.

"Now, now children." Francis teased, both males shooting a death glare at him in response.

"Is there anything else I can get for you?" The waitress asked politely as she walked up to the trio.

"Some more tea would be nice." Arthur suggested as he smiled at the young girl.

"Yes, sir!" The waitress replied as she went merrily on her way with Arthur's cup. Alfred and Francis glanced at each other for a split second then looked back at Arthur.

I bet that waitress deals with a lot of weirdos and creeps. Alfred concluded as he took a bite out of his sandwich. She wasn't even fazed by Arthur's choice of clothing.

Alfred watched the Briton closely out of the corner of his as Arthur got up and walked off towards the front. Alfred's jaw clenched as he heard the whistles and comments that Arthur had received as he walked further away from where he was sitting. Francis watched the American's reaction with a smirk.

"Alfred," Francis breathed causing the American to snap out of his inner conflict.

"Y-yeah?" Alfred asked, making sure that he did not spill his drink on himself.

"Jealous, non?" Alfred almost choked on his drink but spit it out. Unfortunately, the spray of soda was directed towards Francis.

"Wh-what!?" Alfred sputtered as Francis wiped the drink off his face. "N-no I'm not! Why would I be jealous of a perverted cross-dressing old man!?" Alfred laughed nervously as he rubbed his head as the Frenchman stared at him, one eyebrow arched upwards. "Uh sorry for… um… my reaction?"

"Shying away from your problem is not going to make Angleterre see your feelings." Francis stated bluntly. "And another thing, don't do that kind of thing in front of someone you are trying to impress. It's disgusting and not to mention rude." Alfred smiled sheepishly at the Frenchman.

"Yeah, I guess you're right- Wait a minute!" Alfred shouted at the bearded man. "I don't have feelings for that guy! You're sick!" Alfred stuck his tongue out at the Frenchman, who smacked the American with a rolled up napkin. "Ow! By the way, where did he go?"

"What do you mean 'ow'? Francis asked under his breath. "If you were paying attention, our host had to excuse him for… private matters." Francis smirked at the end.

"Oh so the Brit had to take a 'tinkle'?" Alfred laughed.

"Oui, monsieur." Francis smirked like a maniac.

Both men then proceeded to have a "manly" giggle fit over absolutely nothing in general, until they felt the rage of a certain British gentleman behind them. If they were in a Japanese animated show, Francis and Alfred would be "sweat-dropping" at the moment.

"What are you two doing?" Arthur asked voice clearly malicious in every way possible. "It's not every day you see a frog getting along with a slob."

"Who are you calling a slob!?" Alfred retorted spinning around to face Arthur, but ended up with an eye-sight full of Arthur's black shorts.

"Y-you pervert!" Arthur tried smacking the American, but Alfred dodged it every single time.

"It was an accident, Artie, honest!" Alfred whined, hoping that that would make the Brit stop trying to kill him. "Besides, why were you standing that close to me, ya perv!?"

"What a beautiful sight that was." Francis sighed, causing all attention to turn onto him. "Big Ben truly is a wonderful sight, but the Eiffel Tower is still the best~!" Arthur slapped the Frenchman across the face.

"Never mind," Alfred said as he watched the Brit step on the Frenchman numerous times. "He's the pervert around here." Alfred smiled sheepishly as the waitress walked towards them.

"Um, sorry about the wait!" She said joyously, possibly unaware of the battle in front of her. "Here's your tea!"

"Oh, thank you." Arthur paused to address the young girl. "But I do believe we'll be leaving now."

"Oh, okay." She glanced over at Francis then directed her gaze back to Arthur. "Would you like a bag?" Alfred, who was standing next to the waitress, inched away slowly from the girl.

"That would be delightful!" Arthur chuckled as a smile appeared on his face.

No wonder I declared independence. Alfred thought as the waitress left once again to retrieve a bag. British people are weird.

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Arthur walked along the walkway to his home being followed by Alfred, who was dragging a passed out and severely injured Frenchman. Alfred couldn't help but blush as he watched Arthur's skirt bounce up and sometimes sway side to side as Arthur walked.

"Alfred?" Alfred was brought back into reality by Arthur's voice.

"Y-yes?" Alfred did not want to make the Briton angry again, after all that he's experienced today.

"Aren't you going to come inside?" Arthur cocked his head to the side and had an expression of pure innocent curiosity.

"I- uh…" Alfred could not think of anything to say. The situation was something that the American was not used to.

"It's not like you have any other place to go." Arthur stated in a matter of fact tone. The door opened, light streamed upon Arthur, making him look like an angel.

Alfred shook his head. No, he did not just think that his former mentor looked like an angel. His mind was just tired from the long "eventful" day, and in its haziness he had thought that.

"Alfred, are you alright?" Arthur asked, a bit uneasy.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." Alfred sighed as he walked into the house, hearing someone mutter a 'le ouch' as he passed through the door frame. "Oh but you probably wouldn't want this creep in here, right?" Alfred laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

"I guess you're right." Arthur replied, causing Alfred to jump for joy in his mind. "Let's throw him in the closet, shall we?"

"Eh!?" Alfred was taken aback by how innocent Arthur's voice had sounded.

"It's just Francis." Arthur stated rather coldly. "Besides, I only have one available guest room."

"Why not just leave him on the couch?" Alfred asked dragged said Frenchman into the den.

"I don't want that thing on my beautiful couch." Arthur smiled. "Do you know how many diseases that thing might have?"

"R-right." Alfred said as Arthur shoved Francis into the seemingly small closet.

"Now that that's taken care of," Arthur turned towards Alfred, skirt flying upwards once again. "Would you like anything?"

Yes, I want you! Alfred's mind screamed, as a blush crept onto his face. "Don't ya think it's a little… you know… too late?"

"Not really," Arthur said as he walked past the blushing teen. "You wouldn't be ready for bed at this hour now, would you?"

"H-huh?" Alfred asked, his face turning scarlet.

"Oh no, that man's spoiled you too, hasn't he?" Arthur huffed as he placed his hands on his hips. "I knew you two were getting along a bit too well." Arthur turned to walk away.

"Now hang on, don't group me up with… that guy." Alfred retorted grabbing Arthur's wrist and pulling the Briton towards him.

Alfred was indeed stronger than he knew for when he meant to pull Arthur to turn him around, Alfred ended up pulling Arthur into an embrace. Both men blushed at how close they were to each other.

They stayed like that for another moment or two, when Alfred looked down at Arthur, who was looking up wondering what the other was going to do. Alfred's started to dangerously inch closer to Arthur's when Arthur pushed himself out of the other's arms.

"Um, um…" Arthur's mind struggled to work properly while he watched the American look away from him. "It's late and I'm heading off to bed. I'm assuming you know where your sleeping quarters are." He said as he approached the staircase. As he did so, he turned around and looked at Alfred. "Good-night, Alfred."

"Night, Arthur." Alfred said, still not wanting to look at the other.

Arthur headed up the stairs and into the room. As he heard the door click closed, Alfred leaned against the wall and slid down to the ground; unaware that Arthur had did the same, safe it was the door instead.

"Just now, what would have happened if I…" Both men asked in their minds.

"Had I not pulled away?"

"Had I not let him leave?"

DUN DUN DUUUUUNNNNNN~~~~~~!!!!!!!

... LEAVE ME ALONE!!! I'M LOOPY!!!! XD

Erm... Ahem... Uh yeah... Fun fact time: I, Neko Syaoran, must always have a bit of cliched drama in my fanfics, or else it wouldn't be a Neko Syaoran Fanfic. *hit with tomatoes*

Anyways! Hope you have enjoyed!! Review, even if you hated it!!!

... I think the mentors are this:

Arthur's mentor: Feliks

Alfred's mentor: France

Next Chapter will be more focusing on Alfred again.... and then it'll all go down hill!!! *smacked for idiotic/not funny joke*