:.:Author Note:.: I just want to thank all of the people who favorited, followed, or reviewed my story again! I really appreciate it! :3 Well, here's what you could call the "second part" of chapter 3! Or just chapter four I guess... ^.^;;;

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia or any of it's characters, (I wish... XD) Characters in this story belong to Hidekaz Himaruya!

The Brit had finally arrived at his destination, the bookstore of course. It was a small building, but the ambience was warm and inviting. They sold small, pastries, their sweet fragrance lingering all around. The pastries themselves were all freshly baked, carefully decorated, as if they were each a small work of art, and stacked neatly on some glass covered display shelves.

They even sold tea and coffee, their scent mingling with the pastries nicely as well, and there were some soft, comfy chairs all around the store for people to sit and read on. The employees greeted him kindly with a smile, asking if there was something he was looking for in particular. Smiling back, politely, England stated that he didn't really need their assistance, thanking them anyway.

He didn't have a certain kind of genre in mind, so he just glanced around, here and there, reading the summaries of a few books. None seemed to interest him that much though. He scanned the other sections around him, until something caught his eye.

It was a section in which lots of kids were in, teens, and adults even.
Nearing the section, his confusion eased when he realized it was just a comic section. Aren't those the kind Japan makes...?He thought. Taking a closer look, he realized some of the people there had unnatural hair colors, and outfits. England thought it was a bit silly, but, they seemed to be enjoying themselves.

As Arthur walked away from the manga section, he didn't notice one of the people that was there. A sunny blond who wore glasses, trying his best to find a book, was behind most of the cheerful crowd, and he himself didn't notice the other blond that had walked by.

After finally obtaining what he had been searching for, Alfred marveled at the book's amazing cover for a second, before heading to the cashier to pay for it. England hadn't really found a book that had interested him, so, he started walking towards the door to leave. The energetic blond was also heading towards the door, when he caught sight of the Brit. Before Arthur's fingers even reached the door, a loud, familiar chirpy voice broke England out of his thoughts.

"Hey~! I didn't think I would see ya here!"

The Brit stiffened a little as he realized America's hand was resting on his shoulder, but managed to turn around and face him. There was a small silence before Arthur started, "Yes, I wasn't expecting you to be here either..." He shifted a little, feeling a bit awkward since Alfred was looking at him with such a serious expression, and appeared to be listening intently, taking in every word the smaller nation said.

"I didn't know that you've finally become interested in literature." He added jokingly, adding emphasis on the word "finally". America didn't respond, he just stood there, staring at the smaller nation as if he were the most interesting thing he had ever laid eyes on. Noticing this, the Brit became worried, and started to wave his hand in front of the sunny blond's face.

"America...? Are you alright?"
"H-huh?" Alfred blinked, shaking his head a little, "I'm doing just...Great!" He, smiled, giving a thumbs up.
"Ah, well if you're quite sure about that," England turned around again, his hand
pushing the door open, "I should be heading home then..."

Without thinking, the young American grabbed onto the shorter blond's sleeve, clutching it tightly. "W-wait!" England flinched again, turning around to see Alfred with his face slightly flushed.

"What is it...?"

"I-I...Well..."

"Yes?"

"Well, we haven't really talked to each other in forever!"

"I suppose that's true-"

Grabbing both of Arthur's hands and looking directly into his eyes, America's cheeks seemed to be getting darker and darker. It took a while for the Brit to process the situation he was in, but once he did, his face started to heat up as well. The sky blue orbs that looked into his own emerald ones, seemed to be reading his every thoughts.

"Can we meet up somewhere tomorrow?" Alfred paused, realizing it sounded a bit too straight forward and added, "You know, to catch up and stuff..."
England pulled his hands from the other's grasp, a little roughly, looking down.
Ahhhh! I failed!The blue-eyed blond thought miserably.

"F-fine..."

America's eyes brightened, "Really?!"
"Yes...As long as..." Arthur looked up, cheeks burning, and scowl on his face.
"You don't ever do that again!" He shook his arms around repeatedly in frustration, "People were looking!"
Alfred chuckled, smug look on his face, "England...You know...You just attracted more attention to yourself just now..."

"Shut up..."

"So it's a yes?"

"Y-yes..."