-Alfred

Arthur took out his keys at the door of his flat and started fumbling through to find the right one. Why did he need so many damn keys anyways? And, how does he even manage to tell them apart?! I'd have to label mine… No way in hell would I be able to tell apart a bunch of fucking keys.

…Yeah I'm kinda tired so I'm a little grouchy. I mean, when I get grouchy I'm not some jerk that walks around hating the world. I just get a little touchier and cuss a lot. Now when Arthur's in a bad mood, everything is wrong with the world. I don't like thinking that way though. If you think that way too much, it'll cause depression… Depression does not sound cool. :T

When Artie finally got the door open, I nearly pushed him aside to get in and put my bags down. After I set them by the door and took a glance around, I noticed something. This apartment was just as boring as Arthur was! A small couch sat in the living room facing a small 12x9 inch TV with a few picture frames hanging on the wall around it. I took a step toward the dinky television and focused on the photos he had hanging up.

In one he stood with his 2 older brothers and one younger brother, Cameron, Aedin and Arran. Young Arthur sat on the floor reading a book while his brother Cameron was lying across the couch with Arran sitting at his feet. Aedin was kneeling beside Arthur looking down at his book quizzically. …Yeah Aedin never was the one to read. His sister Nora wasn't in the picture so she must have been with her mother, like she always was. She tried to stay away from her brothers, even me when I would come over.

Another picture that hung on the wall on the opposite side of the TV was a picture of Arthur's mother, and father who passed away a few years ago. His dad was an alcoholic and wasn't ever really around his family so this is one of the few times I've ever actually seen him in a picture…

And finally above the TV on the wall was a framed photo of me and Arthur on my first day of kindergarten. I was holding Arthur's hand by his picket fence grinning anxiously. Arthur just stood there smiling softly at the camera while (probably his mom) took the picture. He was dressed in khaki pants and a white button-up shirt, while I on the other hand was wearing a bright blue t-shirt and regular jeans, and held my Captain America lunch box at my side.

"I can't believe you kept this picture of us!" My smile only grew wider when Arthur walked over beside me to look at it too. "Well yes, shouldn't everyone keep a picture of a good child hood moment?"

That comment made me think for a minute. Did I have a picture of me and Arthur? I mean, my mom must have taken plenty while we lived here… There were definitely enough Kodak moments with me and the Brit! :D I ran my finger along the border of the picture frame and my smile softened. "Makes me wish I'd never moved back…"

-Arthur

Alfred's smile was by far the cutest thing I had ever seen. It was so full of childish wonder and excitement, a trait he had managed to continue to have throughout the years. It was one reason I couldn't help but to fall for him.

"Makes me wish I'd never moved back…" Alfred spoke out softly, almost longingly. My heart skipped a beat and I looked up at him.

His eyes were focused on the picture of us I'd kept and his fingers gingerly touched its frame. Those blue eyes of his… how easy they were to get lost in. "Well, at least you're here now, right?" His shoulders came up as if to say 'I guess' and he smiled down at me. "I missed ya' Artie…"

I heard Alfred quietly cussing at the television because 'there was nothing good on'. Perhaps he'd forgotten just how dull he'd thought our stations were before when he lived here. I felt my mouth twitch into a small smile. If only he could remain in England and live here...

"Artie, think we can order dinner?" I looked out at him from my small table in the kitchen. Setting my tea down, I looked at the time on the wall clock. I grumbled to myself, seeing as it was already well past 7 o'clock. "I suppose we could… What would you like?"

Alfred turned and faced me on the couch and asked the one question I knew he would. "Do they have any American food in England?" I didn't want to answer yes. The last thing I wanted to do was order any fast food to my home.

"How about we just go out for dinner somewhere?" Alfred seemed to give this some thought. I could tell he knew that I just didn't want American food though. You could see the disappointment all over his face. It was kind of adorable how you can read him so easily…

"Sure that sounds good." Well at least I didn't have to argue with him over what to do… "May I pick where to go then?" Alfred didn't hesitate to say yes because I knew where all the good food was. I also felt like drinking tonight so a bar restaurant wouldn't be a bad choice… I knew just where to go.

-Alfred

Okay, so Arthur's driving was really good, but so slow~ He followed every rule on the road and went the speed limit! Who does that? I mean, you're allowed to go like 5 over so why choose not to. And I'm still not used to sitting in the driver's seat as a passenger. England is so backwards.

After about 30 minutes of inching through traffic, we finally made it to the restaurant Arthur wanted to go to. Damn it looked expensive O_O… When we got out of the car, I looked nervously over at Arthur. He was probably going to pay… I didn't want him spending so much money on me though! That's just inconsiderate and rude.

"Hey Art. Want me to pay for dinner?" He closed his car door and looked over the hood at me. "No, of course not. It's my treat Alfred…" He looped arms with me and we made our way up to the doors. I had to admit that him holding my arm was making me blush a lot. I'm not gay though so I don't know why when he does the shit he's always done, I feel funny! I mean, nothing's changed over 8 year's right? We're still just best friends…

The restaurant looked even MORE expensive on the inside. One half of the place was a large bar area (Where we were going after dinner~ Yay for 18 being a legal drinking age in the UK! :D) and the other an elegant dining area.

"So why'd you pick the Peacock?" Arthur exempted a long sigh and ran his hand down his face. "It's the Cockadoo… And I chose it because I like eating here…" I eyed him suspiciously and stood quietly waiting to be seated. All around the restaurant sat couples eying each other across their tables, sitting closely in booths… It kinda made me feel a little nervous being here with Arthur. This didn't seem like a place friends come to hang out.

But Arthur had always been the fancy type. I definitely couldn't see him picking any place less extravagant than this now that I think about it. A woman walked over to us wearing a small white apron tied around a red waitress dress. "Are you two waiting to be seated?" Arthur took a step forward and smiles politely. "Yes we are." He is way better at communicating with people than I am :T… (Hence the airport misunderstanding… =w=U)

She showed us to a table near the back of the restaurant and held out two menus. "I'll be back shortly to take your orders…" Arthur sat in the chair across from me and opened his menu leisurely. I peaked at the back of the menu and nearly asked to leave when I saw the prices. Nothing started at less than twenty dollars here except for the drinks. D:

-Arthur

I couldn't help but watch Alfred over my menu smiling at just how nervous he looked to pick something to eat. I chose this restaurant for the reason that its atmosphere is quite romantic and calming. I hoped that maybe he'd get the idea that he meant a little more to me than just a friend…

Perhaps I was asking for too much knowing Alfred though.

Author's note: So yeah... I'm REALLY REALLY tired because there is a hell of a lot of tests going on at school right now T.T So I felt like dying yet I still typed this for you guys QUQ Feel special... so the next chapter is going to be fun... =u= Get to have some drunk Alfie~ Until next time :DDD
((I don't own Hetalia or any of the characters obviously~))
Almost completely forgot to label who Arthur's siblings were for you guys :I... (ages they were in the picture)

Wales: Arran- age 4

Northern Ireland: Nora- age 9

Scotland: Cameron- age 12

Ireland: Aedin- age 10

England: Arthur (obviously)- age 7