A/N- ahh...it's been a while. i've been out and about..working on other shit. (like...another usuk fic (O_o) and a prussia fic...yeah) lately, i've been shedding an unusual amount of tears due to my excessive watching of tearjerking hetalia mads or heartbreaking vocaloid songs. i've got this one particular song stuck in my head. and yes, i'm full aware how fucking late this update is. i've been busy at buddhist temples, studying for tests, getting college thingers from mofo vanderbilt. guhh. it's been crazy...

this chappy...ehh...idk. i wrote most of it at like...three in the morning. i wasn't feeling like my usual aloof self...so i guess i delved into more of alfie's feelings. o.o sorry, i guess? but hopefully this will show you guys a...different side of alfred. :PP (i need sleep...desperately)

chapter three's song was Shut Up and Let Me Go by The Ting Tings. they're a band from the uk and the lead singer sounds exactly how i think igiko (genderbend!arthur) sounds. plus the lyrics match what he was probably thinking near the end of chapter two. :3 listen to it...love it. thank me later for it. xD kidding~

Disclaimer- piss off, lawyer dudes. i don't own shit.

Chapter Four

T.T.L

"Dude...help me think of a way to get Arthur to love me." Alfred said to his brother as he threw a bouncy ball against the wall, catching it deftly as it ricocheted back at him. Matthew didn't bother looking up from his French IV homework, he was too busy recalling conjugated verbs and fixing his sentence structure.

"Arthur who?" Matthew asked offhandedly. Alfred stopped playing with the bouncy ball and sat up to frown at his 'older' brother. Seriously, he'd probably talked about Arthur a thousand times and Mattie had the gall to say such a thing as 'Arthur who?'. The bastard.

"Arthur fuckin' Kirkland, that's who, dumbass! Y'know the guy I've been searching the stars for and all that other romantic bullshit. Can't believe you would even have to ask. Do you not pay attention in our convos?" Alfred answered accusingly. Matthew took a break from his homework and wheeled around in his spiny...err, rotate-y chair thing. ...It had wheels and spun, okay?

Matthew gave his twin a tired sigh. "If you haven't noticed, Alfred, you have a bit of a motormouth. You can't expect me to pay attention to everything that comes out of your mouth." he said before wheeling back around and getting back to his homework. Alfred groaned and began throwing the red, white and blue ball against the wall again.

"Yeah, I guess...but the stuff about Arthur's important, man. It has to do with, like, my love life." Matthew had to suppress the urge to reply back, 'What love life?'. Honestly, all Alfred's romantic excursions never lasted longer than a few days. Of course, up until now all of the people Alfred had been with were females (mostly from their school) and they'd just been people Alfred had befriended then tried to start something up with. He would text them, call them, go on dates with them, and that's as far as it ever went. Usually after a couple days, Alfred's relationship status on Facebook went from 'In A Relationship' to 'Single' just like that.

When asked about it, Alfred would just shrug and say he wasn't feeling it with *insert name here*. Whatever 'it' was. In one way, Alfred F. Jones could be considered a womanizer, but Matthew scoffed at such a false assertion. He preferred to think that Alfred was just searching for the perfect someone. Matthew glanced behind his shoulder at Alfred who was busy bouncing the 'American' bouncy ball he'd gotten from one of those seventy-five cent toy machines outside the local market. Alfred seemed as though he was completely immersed in the childish toy, but Matthew knew that it was just Alfred's reflexes acting on their own. Alfred's eyes were misted over in thought and sparkling just a tiny bit. A small smile was present on his lips as well. That was an expression of Alfred's that Matthew had been noticing was appearing more and more.

Contrary to Alfred's presumptions, Matthew actually did pay attention to his younger brother. Not so the talking part as it never seemed to end, but the expressions and changes in manner. Matthew was very perceptive of the people around him and could easily tell when something was wrong. Lately Alfred had been very clumsy, or as clumsy as someone of his athletic and reflexive prowess could be. He'd misplaced things he normally would never misplace, like his car keys or his brown bomber jacket. Matthew knew Alfred had something plaguing his thoughts. This 'Arthur' person seemed to be it.

Whoever Arthur was, he seemed to be having a major impact in Alfred's life. Alfred was forgetful, lost in thought, and always walked around with a smile so goddamn bright, he made the Sun seem like an epic fail. Those were the signs of love, right? Alfred let out a gasp of surprise, he hadn't caught the bouncy ball in time and the large plastic sphere had hit him smack dab in the nose. Ouch. Matthew sighed. Yep, that was most definitely love.

XDXDXD

"My face fucking hurts, Mattie." Alfred complained, holding the abused area of his face gingerly. Matthew put the last paper of homework away and gave his brother a look that read, 'What the hell do you want me to do about it?' Alfred understood the look and shrugged. "I dunno. Get me, like...a bandaid or something."

"A bandaid?" Matthew deadpanned, exiting the room. Alfred pouted.

"Ugh. 'Or something'! I said 'or something'! Don't make fun of me whilst I experience major facial painnnn." Alfred cried out dramatically. Matthew came back to their shared room and tossed his hurting twin an ice pack, which Alfred gratefully took and placed on his nose. "Ahh! 'S so col'..." Alfred said rather nasally due to the ice pack pressed onto his nose. Matthew sat back on his wheeled spiny chair.

"It's ice, Alfred. It's supposed to be cold. Your welcome, by the way." he added. Alfred grinned from under the ice pack.

"No problem, Mattie!" he replied cheerfully, missing the point. Matthew sighed. Sometimes he thought his brother did that on purpose. He decided to change the subject. "Uhh...so tell me more about this...Arthen guy."

"Arthur." Alfred corrected.

"Arthur." Matthew repeated. Alfred rolled around on his bed to lay on his stomach instead as he contemplated what he should say about Arthur. Alfred frowned. The problem wasn't that there wasn't anything to say about Arthur. It was that there was too much to say about the guy. He could rant on and on about how much Arthur made the sweater vest a staple in the sexy category or that if the angels in Heaven all had British accents as hot as Arthur's, Alfred wouldn't mind jumping off a cliff. Or he could talk about just how much Alfred really loved Arthur.

There must be a large amount of people out in the world who'd simply brush off Alfred's feelings of Arthur Kirkland as superficial or unnecessary, but Alfred had nothing to say to those people. Unless his two middle fingers could talk, of course. Alfred wasn't sure to what extent his love for Arthur went to, whether it be life long and eternal or a simple phase he'd grow out of, but he was sure that what he was feeling was love. Alfred had been with lots of girls before, sure it'd never gone very far, but he'd never felt anything like this with them.

...But then, what was 'this'? Alfred bit his lower lip in thought. This...this was amazing. Heart-stopping, mind-racing, adrenaline-filled, amazing. Alfred was positive he'd brought this up before but whenever he saw his beloved Brit, he chest would swell with the warm fuzzies and fuckin...butterflies that came out of nowhere started flappin' their wings in his stomach. He couldn't help but to smile at the thought or sight of Arthur, Alfred didn't know why, he just couldn't. When dealing with Arthur, Alfred felt things that were remote to him. It was different, and new. Alfred didn't want to let go of it.

So, yes, there was a part of Alfred's love that was superficial and simply wanted to bone Arthur's sexy ass into the ground but there was also a part of Alfred that wished to figure out exactly why he felt so strange around the man. To get to the root of his sudden feelings was really what Alfred was after. That and super hot sex afterwards, of course.

But for now, Arthur's incredible looks, sweater vest, caterpillar brows, and fantastic British accent were all Alfred had to go on. So he'd work with what he had until he got Arthur to open up to him and stuff. With that came the 'make Arthur fall in love with me' stage of the plan. Alfred had decided that was the correct approach to go about things while at Kiku's last night, but the boy still wasn't sure how he was to go about it. How do you make someone you previously fell in love with out of the blue, then surprise-attack-kissed in public, following promptly received a punch in the face from them...fall in love with you?

...

Huh. Alfred had jack shit. Crap...

"Alfred. Alfred...Alfred! Jeez, you ask me to pay attention to you, then you go on and turn into a total space cadet on me.." Matthew said, his arms crossed as he shook his head disapprovingly. Alfred shifted on his bed, taking the ice pack off his now, numb, nose and sat up. He gave his brother a serious look that immediately made Matthew go silent.

"Matthew..." he started. Matthew couldn't help but let a brow slip upwards. Alfred rarely ever called him by his actual name, preferring instead pet names of the sort.

"Yes?"

"How...how do you make someone fall in love with you?" Alfred asked.

A/N- wee! who doesn't love filler! *gets cunt punt'd* ;A; writer's block. i couldn't think of what to say this chapter so i just did this. :P the bright side is that i was able to do some planning ahead for this fic. soooo yeah. fyi, this isn't going to be your average one hit, kiss, goodbye usuk fic, okay? it's going to go outside the square (we're 2d here, fellas) and dig into some character's pasts and romances. yayyy. don't worry. i've read fics where EVERYONE's backstory is mofo depressing and simply not plausible in today's world. i've taken that into account. *salutes*

annyways. so, what can you expect next chapter? o3o well, artie and alfie's re-lay-shon-shiiiipp is gonna go up a tiny notch, and someone else..haven't decided who yet, will get a possible love interest, oh and the introduction of the second pairing you'll see in this fic. this one, like my current usuk is just as 'serious' (as in not serious at all) and quite wacky as well. :P that's all. ALSO! keep your eyes peeled on the hetalia section of this site coz i'll be adding my latest usuk fic soon. it's more true to my writing style and...i actually like it. XDD

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