A/N: I'm SO SORRY! everyone for the late chapter. Visiting people in the hospital. Helping my aunt with a 1 year old's birthday party. Dealing with my never-ending fever (GO AWAY FEVER!). I'm sorry I didn't update on time, I tried. And if this chapter sucks, I'm sorry for that too. It's pretty late right now and my mind is like: I know what to write, but let me just fuck with who's writing it! Anyway, enjoy as much as you can of this fic...

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Hetalia.

"So I see now. Well... I should be going to my dorm." Willow started walking down the staircase and Arthur followed behind her.

"Allow me to walk you there." Arthur said with a small smile. The younger female smiled back softly and said a 'thank you'.

As the two walked down the last step and towards the exit door, Alfred climbed out from the space under the staircase and dusted himself off. He looked at the direction Arthur walked off in and smirked.

"I knew it wasn't true... I knew you loved me." Alfred walked down the hall, further than Arthur and Willow had walked, and walked out of the second exit.

Spin The Bottle for Two Hours In Heaven

x X One Friday Night X x

"Arthur... I knew you lied to me. Stop hiding it." Alfred said, snaking his arm around the base of Arthur's lower back. The shorter male put his hands on Alfred's chest and looked up at him.

"I didn't want you to know..." Arthur said in reply.

"But why?" The American student asked. "Why keep it a secret from me? You know how I feel about you..."

"...I was scared."

"You don't have to be... You know I love you Arthur..." Alfred leaned in closer to Arthur's face, leaving only half an inch between their lips. Arthur closed his eyes, ready to be taken into the kiss when...

His eyes shot open and he was gasping for air. His hair and pajama shirt was drenched in his sweat and it felt absolutely disgusting. Arthur groaned and glanced at the clock. The clock read 2:47 AM in bright red letters against the darkness of the room. The Brit wiped his forehead and made a face at the amount of sweat collected. With a sigh, he closed his eyes again in hopes of falling asleep once more.

x X The Next Morning X x

It was early Saturday morning, a week after the incident with Alfred, and the campus was alive with teenagers enjoying their weekend. They were in the gazebo, around the quarter, in the library, and roaming the halls looking for something to do.

"Willow!" Alfred yelled out, running towards the named girl. She turned around and waved.

"Hey Alfred... What's up?"

"Willow, do you know where Arthur is?"

"Uh, I haven't seen him yet. He could still be sleeping..."

"Oh? Okay, thanks!" Alfred started walking off but stopped when Willow called out to him.

"Alfred! Wait!"

"Yeah?"

"Come here, I gotta tell you something."

The American turned around and walked back to the girl. Willow grabbed the collar of Alfred's shirt and brought him down, placing her head near his ear to whisper.

"You probably noticed already, but Arthur likes you. Really likes you. Insanely likes you. But he doesn't want you to know yet. He's terrified; I'm not quite sure why." Willow whispered casually into Alfred's ear. He smirked and stood straight again.

"You're right, I do know." Alfred fixed the collar of his shirt. "And now it's time to make him mine!"

"That sounds like something Francis would say. With a different meaning of course."

Alfred chuckled before giving a two finger salute and bolting towards the boys dormitory. Alfred ran to the east wing of the large building and dashed around until he could find the room with the Union Jack in the corner of the door. Once Alfred found the door, he knocked on it, excited to see his crush. Instead he was only welcomed by silence. He knocked on the door again and waited, crossing his arms over his chest impatiently. More silence. Students walked passed him with thoughts of 'why is he just standing there?'. Alfred finally gave up and reached above the door frame, looking for the spare key. Francis told him about it when he was planning on 'surprising' Arthur for his birthday. He found the key – exclaiming at his victory by saying, "Ah ha!" – and jabbed the key into the socket. He twisted the key and the door clicked open.

Alfred pushed the door in softly and slid in through the small spacing. He closed the door behind him softly, putting his hand on the knob and his other hand near the hinges and pushed slowly. After successfully closing the door quietly, Alfred tipped toed through out the room, searching for his target. Suddenly there was a loud groan and Alfred stopped in his tracks, turning his attention to where the sound came from. A few more tip toes over and the sandy blond male found himself standing next to a bed in which it's occupant was a sleeping light blond student. The Target.

Arthur was still in a heavy sleep since he did not fall asleep till sometime around eight in the morning since he woke up in the middle of the night. It was now approaching noon. Alfred gently brushed aside some locks of Arthur's hair that was covering parts of his face completely. The younger smiled softly, admiring Arthur's flawless creamy pale skin and slight smile as he slept. Alfred leaned over a little, but hesitated.

'It isn't right... I shouldn't take advantage of him while he's sleeping...' Alfred thought. 'But... When will I get a chance like this... Years from now when Arthur finally confesses on his own?' He pushed his thoughts aside and leaned closer to the sleeping male's face. Hesitantly, Alfred took a deep breath and kissed Arthur's lips. He closed his eyes and smiled at how soft and warm Arthur's light red lips were. Arthur woke up during the kiss and his eyes widen. He saw the sandy blond-haired male kissing him and was about to move, but he didn't want to. He wanted to get away with the stolen kiss and continue the day as if nothing ever happened.

Arthur closed his eyes again and puckered his lips a little, still keeping the calm appearance of sleeping. Alfred finally pulled back and took a long deep breath, smiling at the kiss he stole. Arthur shifted in the bed, turning on his side with his back facing Alfred, and yawned slightly before mumbling something inaudible.

"What was that, Arthur?" Alfred whispered, kneeling down and laying his head on Arthur's arm.

"Ngh... bas... wh.. git..." Arthur mumbled parts of a confusing sentence that even he couldn't figure out as he lied awake.

"Arthur, I don't understand you..."

Arthur stood still for a few seconds before moving his hand around to search for Alfred's face. After his hand landed on the American's glasses, he turned over so they were face to face, and moved his fingers lightly down his face. Once he found the spot he was looking for, he leaned in and gave Alfred a quick and lazy kiss on the lips. The younger grinned and decided to ruin his own game of stolen kiss. He stood up straight and clapped his hands together loudly, causing the older to wake with a startle.

"Gah!" Arthur yelled out before hitting the wooden floor. "What the bloody hell was that?" He yelled out, standing up straight. He knew exactly what – or should it be phrased as who – it was that caused the noise. Arthur rubbed the side of his face that hit the floor and glared at Alfred.

"How did you get into my room? And why are you even in my room?"

"'Cause..."

"Because what?"

"You know you look really sexy in your Union Jack boxers!"

Arthur tilted his head in confusion and looked down, noticing he was only in his boxers. His face lost a battle against a blush and right away turned a shade of red. He grabbed the bed covers and wrapped them around his waist.

"Alfred F. Jones, get the hell out of my room!"

Alfred sprinted around the bed and stood next to Arthur. He lowered his head so it could be placed on the shorter male's shoulder and whispered, "But you know you want me to stay..."

"...Alfred?"

"Yes, Arthur?"

"Door. Now..." Arthur said pointing to the door that exited the room. Alfred shook his head as much as he could. Arthur sighed and decided it was time to put use to those self defense lessons. He jabbed a finger in Alfred's neck, hitting a pressure point, causing Alfred to pass out and hit the floor with a loud 'THUD'.

"Well... Now that that's done with..." He said, looking down at Alfred. "Guess I should go to the loo quickly and start my day."

x X Skip of Time placed here X x

It was now around six at night and the sky was turning a burned orange color, approaching it's shade of dark blue. Arthur spent the whole day running away from Alfred and avoiding him at all cost. After he finally lost the younger student, he roamed around freely, not worrying about being found again.

"Arthur! Come over here!" Elizabeth said, waving her hand around as she stood by the entrance of the school's rec room. Arthur walked over to the girl and smiled.

"Hello Elizabeth, how are you?"

"Good! Thanks for asking. And Arthur, wanna play a game? I got everyone here! Well at least all of our friends." She smiled.

"Well I suppose I can play." Arthur said, walking into the rec room. Elizabeth followed him inside and locked the door behind her, putting the key in her bra.

"What game is it?" Arthur asked as they walked deeper through the hall before reaching the room itself.

Elizabeth came up behind him and slapped a hand on his shoulder before saying, "Two Hours In Heaven, Spin The Bottle edition!"

"Ah... What?" He said, darkening his voice in shock.

"You heard me, Kirkland!" She grinned happily. "Now sit your British ass down and we can continue this. I was already locked in the closet with Gilbert and it was not enjoyable."

"Hey!" Gilbert shouted as Elizabeth pushed Arthur to sit in the circle. "It was not bad! If you would have stood still your skirt wouldn't have ripped."

Arthur looked at Elizabeth to noticed she was wearing a pair of male's jeans that looks like it was from the Lost and Found pile in the closet. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and sat down in the spot she was before walking outside.

"Okay, since Arthur just joined us, why not let him spin this time?" She smiled darkly, hope glistening in her eyes. Everyone was already in on her plan and a roar of agreements started. Arthur sighed deeply, clearly annoyed at what he got himself into.

"Fine, I'll spin the bottle." He said. Everyone quieted down and looked at him. Arthur placed a grip on the bottle and twisted his wrist, causing it to spin. He watched it spin in several circles, hoping and silently praying that it would not land on Alfred.

After a few seconds the bottle began to slow down and started choosing it's victim. Ivan. Yao. Kiku. Feliciano. Lovino. Antonio... Alfred. The bottle landed on Alfred. Arthur's eyes widen as he didn't want to risk being two hours in a closet with the exact person he was trying to avoid. At this moment, he rather be in the closet with Antonio, and that's saying something.

"Alfred!" Elizabeth shouted and she stood up and walked over to Arthur. She grabbed him by the back of his shirt and lifted him off the ground. "Good luck!" She said before pushing Arthur towards the closet with incredible strength. Arthur stumbled into the closet and looked around for a few seconds. He saw a shadow approaching along with the sounds of footsteps quickly followed by the click of the door locking and darkness engulfing the room. Arthur turned around and peered, trying to look around in the darkness.

"Hey Arthur." Alfred calmly said, his voice coming from Arthur's right side.

"Hello... Alfred..." He said, nervous to be in the closet with him.

"You know they're not gonna let us out for a while, right?"

"Yes, I'm sure of that. Two hours, correct?"

"Nope!"

"...What do you mean?"

"All part of my little plan, Arthur. All part of my little plan."

"W-What do you mean by that?" Arthur gulped and took a deep breath.

The sound of Alfred taking off his glass and folding the arms together were heard before the holder spoke. "Arthur. I know you are trying to avoid me as much as possible. I know you don't want to confront me. I know that you're scared. And I know for a fact that you love me." Alfred said, sounding more mature and serious than he normal is.

Arthur began to panic a little and started, "I... I do no –"

Alfred interrupted him by saying, "Oh shut up already, Arthur! I know you've been avoiding me because you run whenever I see you or make some type of excuse. I know you're scared because whenever I talk to you about love, you panic the same way you did with Antonio. And I know you fucking love me because I heard you talk to Willow on the staircase last week and everyone else has told me as well. Not to mention, I know how you are and you're giving obvious signs!" After finishing his last sentence, Alfred took a deep breath and leaned against the wall. Before Arthur could say anything, Alfred added, "And don't deny it, because you're wasting your time. You tell me to grow up... Why don't you grow up, Arthur?"

Arthur's jaw dropped open in disbelief. The same boy who use to be so sweet, kind, hyper, and childish... Was now calm and mature. It was... It was shocking to Arthur. He closed his mouth and couldn't say anything. All he could do was stare at the dark silhouette and blink. Alfred was right, that's all he could think of.

What felt like minutes was only a few seconds that passed by before Arthur processed the words and spoke.

"A-Alfred... You're right. You're right, you're right, you're right. I was being immature and unfair. I was being selfish and scared. All because I was scared of falling in love again."

Alfred made a 'tisk' sound, sucking his teeth and pouting. Just like any other teenager, he didn't want to hear what he knew already. Arthur sighed and squinted his eyes, trying to find the American. His hands hesitantly reached out to touch Alfred's cheek and finally met the skin after a few seconds. He moved his body closer, one leg slipping between Alfred's separated legs, and thought of what to say next.

"I'm sorry, Alfred." He said, almost choking on the words. "I'm sorry for putting you through the stress of finding new ways to stalk me like Francis."

Alfred chuckled. "Arthur, if you would have just gave me a chance, you know I wouldn't let you down. But you made me resort to having us trapped in a closet with everyone outside and possibly listening." He said before kicking his foot against the door and receiving a yell and a few 'thuds' as a response.

Both men laughed softly at the action but then fell into silence. Arthur brushed the back of his hand on Alfred's cheek and they both smiled.

"So maybe we can start all over?" Alfred suggested.

"That would be nice." Arthur said in response.

"Okay." Alfred took a deep breath, feeling his heart begin to race, and said, "Arthur Kirkland. I... I love you..."

With a deep breath, Arthur said in a shaky voice, "And A-Alfred F. Jones... I-I... I lo... I love you too..."

Alfred put his glasses back on and grin, but it was hard for Arthur to see the expression. Arthur thought at the moment his chest was going to explode and his heart was going to run away. But it didn't, it stood right in his chest, beating hard from the nervous yet happy feeling.

"Well what now?" Alfred said, craning his head back against the wall.

"Well..." Arthur started. "We have two hours, don't we?" He said, a devilish hint in his voice. Alfred let out a weak laugh and nodded.

"That we do have." He said. "But first, I gotta ask you something. Just to make things right."

"Oh, and that is?"

"Arthur, will you be my boyfriend?"

Arthur let out a weak laugh and said, "Are you asking me to be your boyfriend or your husband?"

"Either works for me. But for now, my boyfriend will have to do."

The British student's heart skipped a beat at that. Thoughts of him getting married to Alfred ran through his mind and caused him to blush. Now he was grateful they couldn't see each other.

"Of course I'll be your boyfriend, you git."

"Now it's official. And now I can do this without fear of getting pushed away!" Alfred said before kissing Arthur softly on the lips. Arthur hesitated but kissed back after a few quick seconds. Alfred wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist and pulled him closer. In return, Arthur put his hands over Alfred's shoulders and entwined his fingers in the locks of sandy blond. They pulled away from each other, keeping a very short distance between, and smiled at each other.

"Now was that so bad, Arthur?" Alfred whispered.

Arthur gave Alfred a quick peck on the lips and said, "Not at all..."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Awwwwwwwww!" Was heard from the outside of the closet from several female voices and very few male voices. Arthur and Alfred laughed softly and locked lips once more, smiling into their kiss.

Okay well end of this chapter. Technically this is the last chapter unless I plan to do one of them in the future. But I gotta get some reviews of that's gonna happen. Anyway, sorry if this chapter sucks. I wrote it while I was sick and had writers' block. Not good.

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