Plot summary.
Alfred and Arthur are best friends - however, when senior year rolls around, Alfred decides to take his life in a different direction.

An.
I'm not a very romantic person - I'm freakin' 15, nearing 16, and I have yet to even want to be in a relationship. Don't get me wrong, I date people, but I don't like them.
But lately, I think I actually want to actually "Fall in love". Don't know, maybe it's just a phase.
Anyways, here's chapter four. :D

Chapter 4.
October.

There were at least four tables at Gakuen Hetalia that were dyed red. There were many guessed reasons as to why this was - most thought it was a prank, and some thought it was a mess-up in whatever factory they were created in. However, only one group knows the exact reason as to what caused this coloration.

"Ludwig!"

Feliciano ran over to the table and sat down across from him, panting. He had tears in his eyes.

"Oh my goodness, you have no idea how happy I am to see you! This morning, I had to work with that scary Roderich guy again, and he yelled at me because I tried to give him a hug!"

"Why would you...do that?" Ludwig asked, his patience already being tried. For a moment there, he had actually worried that something bad was going down.

"Well, he's always upset, so I thought, somebody needs a hug! And that's when it happened! Everybody looked at us with this grossed out face, like I was doing something wrong or whatever, and he turned this weird dark red shade, and he pushed me off of him! Oh, you should have heard some of the things he told me! It was horrible!" Feliciano flailed his arms to emphasize exactly how horrible it was. "He was like, oh, I'm not sure how to say this, so I'm just going to say what I can! He said to me, he said - 'What, are you some type of homo?' Can you believe him?! A homo, Ludwig! A homo!"

"Well, you don't exactly hug strangers, Feliciano."

"But he looked so sad!"

"That's because he's getting over a breakup. Anyone would be sad," butted in Arthur as he took his spot across from Alfred.

Feliciano stared at him for a minute, then shook the table violently. "WAHH?! He had a lover?! Well no wonder he's sad! I know what I'll do! I'll make him some pa-"

That's when he shook the table so violently that his gatorade fell onto it's side and poured all over the table and onto Ludwig's lap.

"...I'm leaving now," Arthur said, getting up and walking away to nowhere. Alfred quickly followed, leaving Ludwig sitting there with Feliciano.

Chapter 4, Part IV
Based on a True Story.

It was just above freezing outside when the school decided to have a fire drill.

"How the bloody hell does it get so cold out here in the middle of October?!" Arthur yelled in a whisper. Alfred shook his head.

"I don't know man, my fingers are freezing off..."

After a few minutes of standing around and having their heads tapped by teachers who were too dyslexic to just count their students in their heads, Arthur shivered spastically.

"It is too cold to be standing out here."

Alfred looked at him, and put on a half-smile. Then, it turned into a grin.

"Yeah, but you know what it's not too cold for?"

Arthur shrugged, not really interested. "What?"

"...dancing."

Alfred then started doing a dance that looked like it came directly off of Spongebob, where he lightly shifted his weight from left leg to right, moving his arms up and down in a jogging-fashion.

Arthur stared at him for a second, then joined him.

They sat in ISS for the rest of the day, wondering what the fuck had just happened.

Chapter 4, Part V
A Halloween Special, Written in August.

Alfred adjusted his cape, tying it in a knot so that it wouldn't fall off. He messed with his fangs, just to be sure they weren't going to fall off.

"Hey, Arthur - how's it look?"

Arthur turned around and looked at his friend's costume. It wasn't half bad for something he had put together in one night.

"Holy crap, dude!" Alfred yelled, grabbing Arthur by the shoulders. "Your costume is amazing! What are you calling it?!"

"Well, I'm Jack the Ripper," he said, tilting his top hat and looking back in the mirror. He had blood splatters randomly placed on his suit that looked like it had just been taken straight from the eighteen-hundreds, and a fake, "blood"-soaked knife in his gloved hand. If it weren't frightening to think it, Alfred would say it were almost an attractive look for him.

"Impresive," he remarked. "Much better than my vampire suit."

"It's fine. Now, go hang around the front door while I finish decorating - Ludwig and Feliciano will be over any minute now."

Alfred stood at the door, excited for the party to begin. Sure, it would only have four people, but if there was anything he knew, it was that four people could make a party better than thirty any day.

The doorbell rang, and Alfred approached it. "Arthur - they're here! Go ahead and come to the fron-"

Ten people poured through the door, nearly killing him in the process.

"What the hell...?"

He turned around. Some of the guys he recognized from the football team, but the rest of them were completely unfamiliar faces. He looked out the door, and approached the group.

"Um, guys? What are you doing?"

Berwald, one of the guys on his team, turned towards him. The entire group got quiet. He removed his glasses, and looked Alfred right in the eye. "We are here to party."

His voice was heart-shatteringly intimidating.

"O-okay..." he said. "I'm not really sure if there's enough food..."

More people were entering the house, without even ringing the doorbell. A few people brought some chips and sweets, but other than that, most people were taking the food for themselves. Ludwig and Feliciano were nowhere to be seen.

"Jesus Christ," Arthur yelled. "This is like every teenage movie ever made!"

"I know, right?!" Alfred replied. "Hey, let's make sure my bedroom isn't being used by some horny couple! I think I might kill myself if that goes down."

The two of them made their way upstairs and, luckily, his bedroom is vacant. Alfred shut the door.

"Man, this bites..." he groaned.

"I don't even know how they found out about this," Arthur whined. "You're screwed, bro. Especially when your parents come home..."

Alfred buried his face in his hands. "Damn," he said, sitting down on the floor next to him. The two sat in silence for a long time.

"How are they not bored yet?" Arthur asked after an hour.

"I have no freakin' idea, yo. I'm kind of having a spaz attack."

Alfred leaned against the bed, shirt riding slightly up his stomach. Arthur looked down, and his eyes widened. "Al, when did you get that?"

"What? Oh, this?" he asked, pointing to his newly formed muscles. "I guess from practicing and football."

"Wow. Impressive!" he said, looking at him in awe. Alfred shrugged away.

"It's nothing, really. You're kind of scaring me, though."

"Oh. Sorry," Arthur laughed, backing off. "Guess that was kind of weird..."

"Yeah, no kiddin'."

They sat at the foot of the bed for a while.

A knock came at the door, the voice sounding vaguely like Vash's.

"Hey, man - are you using the room?" he asked. Alfred stared at the door in horror.

"Uh...yeah, I'm...scoring with a hot babe!" he yelled, locking the door.

"Oh? For real?! Wait, who? It isn't Erika, is it!?"

"N-no it's uh...Ar...Ariana! Yeah!"

"Who?"

"She goes to a different school! Now would you stop talking to me, you're kind of turnin' her off!"

There was an awkward silence, and then his voice came again.

"Hey man, are you lying to me?"

Alfred's heart skipped a beat. What do I do? I can't let him come in here! He'll wonder what I'm doing with Arthur alone in a bedroom at a party an-

Suddenly, he heart a squeaking sound. He turned around to find Arthur jumping on the bed. He stopped, and turned to the door. In the highest voice he could muster, he yelled "Go away! Can't you tell we're busy in here!"

Alfred stared at him in shock, then smirked. He chirped in, "Oh Ari!"

"OH AL!"

Ludwig and Feliciano couldn't even make it into the house, so they decided to just walk back home.

"He hates us!" Feliciano yelled. "He said it would just be the four of us, and then he invited that many people over!"

"He doesn't hate us, Feliciano..."

"How can you be sure?!"

He was sobbing now.

"Ugh...look, he doesn't hate us. We're his best friends..."

"He's just saying that! You know he wants to be popular! Once he gets what he wants, he'll abandon all of us! Then Arthur will leave and then you-"

"Don't say it-"

"-Then you'll leave me there, all alone!"

He fell to his knees. Ludwig sighed, and face-palmed. "Look, I wouldn't leave you..."

"You might! You won't even join any of the clubs I'm in! We only have one class together, and you never talk to me anymore!"

"I never talk."

"Why not?! I don't want to lose you guys! You're my only friends!"

Ludwig growled. "Calm down-"

"I love you guys! I can't handle it!"

"Feliciano...you are SUCH A CRYBABY!"

He covered his mouth. Feliciano looked at him in shock. "W-wha?"

"You're...always, always crying," he paused, not sure if he possessed the ability to say the rest. He gulped. "You're hyper, and loud, and you're always randomly hugging me when you see me in the hallway, and I can't even push you away! Everyone thinks we're...a thing. It drives me insane! I'm so, so tired of having to be your babysitter!"

He stared at Feliciano for a straight minute without saying anything else. All Feli could make were faint noises of shock. The wind picked up and began to mess up his hair. "L-Ludwig? What are you...talking about?"

Ludwig shook his head. "You're...annoying..."

And with that, he got up, and walked away.

"What...just happened?" Feliciano asked himself, completely lost. He shook his head. "Don't worry yourself, Feli, I'm sure he's just stressed...yeah, that's what it is."

end-of-chapter notes.
And here, we have yet another crappy ending, as made famous by me.
Not really, but sometimes it feels like it.
ER-MER-GERD, I've actually been reading fanfiction for the past few days, instead of writing it. It's like, amazing. :D
Reviews? :3