Yeah, yeah, I know. It's been forever since I last updated. I was using the excuse earlier that I was going to wait till we reached our American Revolution unit in APUSH only, well, I just finished the class the other day, so... All I can say is that life and writers block got in the way. Some of you may have no idea how much that can impede your writing. I mean, I was gonna update sooner, I even opened the doc on my first day of spring break, but then I went and spent the next three days at Anime Detour (which was absolutely amazing!), so I'm just getting to him.

But at least my writing has improved (It better have, after spending ΒΌ of my day, every day in a creative writing class for the last quarter)!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, but I do have a stuffed tomato! And a pair of steampunk goggles, and a mini lolita hat, and a pokeball hat, and some other awesome stuff (anime cons are awesome).

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Arthur muttered under his breath, pacing back and forth across the room nervously as Alfred calmly watched him from the side of the room. It was the night before their project was due and the duo had met up at Alfred's house once again to do a dress rehearsal of sorts, just to be on the safe side. They had gone through everything multiple times, they knew their info, the costumes still fit perfectly, and everything was in order. Well, except for Arthur's nerves, that is.

"Dude, Artie, chill out." Alfred said, standing up slowly and walking over to the pacing Brit. Watching Arthur walk back and forth over and over was starting to make him dizzy. Alfred lay a hand on Arthur's shoulder, making the smaller male jump in surprise.

"Chill out? How can I chill out? We have a major presentation tomorrow!" His hands flew up to grab his hair, his eyes frantic.

"Dude, it's gonna be fine," Alfred sighed, "after all, this is way better than any other project I've ever done. Ever. Anyway, are you always like this before presentations?" Arthur looked up blankly at him for a second before replying,

"Yes."

-.-

"Okay, class," the teacher turned to face her students. Today was it, the big day. "who would like to go first?"

"We would!" Alfred's hand shot up, taking Arthur's up with it (he had grabbed him by the wrist), "Just give us a minute." And with that, Alfred dragged Arthur out of the room, a paper bag in his hand. The teacher merely shrugged as she opened up the power point the boys had made. A couple minutes later, Alfred rand back into the room with Arthur in tow. The class just stared at the now costumed pair.

"Oh my, what a wonderful idea, costumes," the teacher gushed upon seeing them, "And so accurate looking!"

"That's the idea, Ma'am!" Alfred flashed her his most charming smile as he dragged Arthur up to the front of the room, "Now, for our presentation: the Two Sides of the American Revolution."

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Arthur took a deep breath. The project was going really well, so far. He looked out of the corner of his eyes at Alfred, who was enthusiastically delivering his information. They really had prepared a lot for this, and all that preparation was truly paying off. Arthur had already presented a brief overview of his side, and now it was Alfred's turn.

"And then the British made us American's pay insanely high taxes." Alfred said.

"Oh please," Arthur interjected, "Those were by no means insanely high taxes." Arthur quickly sucked in, he had said that on reflex- they had not planned that at all.

"Oh really." Alfred looked at him, giving him a signal to continue.

"Yes really," Arthur retorted, "When you were paying taxes of one shilling, back in London, we were paying twenty-five shillings just to pay off that bloody war you caused."

"Well, ever consider the fact that we didn't have any money! Our entire society was based on trading commodities among each other, we barely even traded with other countries besides you. Tax collectors demanded money and all we could give them were things like livestock, and they refused that, asking for money that didn't exist."

"Well, we needed to get it from somewhere." Arthur retorted with a huff, crossing his arms.

"Then trade with other countries." Alfred said, hands on his hips.

"We did, don't you remember? Or did that not stick in your tiny, self-centered brains. But it wasn't enough, we needed more! It was your duty as British citizens to pay the same amount as those in the Mother Country."

"Well, if you wanted us to pay equal taxes, then treat us like equals!"

"Equals! We gave you the rights you deserved! You even had a place in parliament!"

"What a load of crap, a place in parliament? Your so called virtual representation was complete bull, and you know it! You never addressed our rights! You treated us like possessions, like we were just something you owned! It wasn't until William Pitt in the French and Indian war that we were even treated like allies versus objects!"

"And who's fault was that war, pray tell?"

"Yours! In case you don't recall, the name of that war to the rest of the world happens to be the Seven Years War. You guys just decided that America was the best place to fight the French!"

"Boys! Boys!" The teacher interjected, pushing them apart. During their argument, neither had noticed how close they had gotten, noses almost touching. Arthur quickly turned away, his face bright red. He looked up through his bangs to watch his classmates, most of whom were suppressing laughter. Elizaveta, however, had a sort of dreamy look on her face, her eyes locked on the front of the room. He quickly turned his attention back to the teacher as she cleared her throat, "That was wonderful! A plus!"

"Wait- what?" Arthur was shocked- he had expected them to get in trouble, not be congratulated.

"That was absolutely wonderful! I could really feel the emotions of the people during the era! It was a wonderful presentation, but your time is up, we need to move on." She smiled at them as they both headed to their seats, Arthur still bright red and Alfred with a huge grin on his face.

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The rest of class continued as normal, people giving their own presentations, though none as fiery and creative as Alfred and Arthur's.

"Wow, we really kicked butt back there," Alfred commented as he and Arthur walked out of the bathroom, having changed back into their normal clothing.

"That we did indeed." Arthur agreed, straightening his sweater vest. Alfred paused and Arthur ran into him, looking up at him questioningly.

"Look, thank you. I really needed that good grade, and there is no way I could have gotten it without you." He said, his face the picture of sincerity. Arthur quickly turned his head, breaking eye contact as he felt his face heat up once again. He cleared his throat before speaking.

"I'm sure you would have done fine without me. You really knew your stuff up there and did a great job delivering it." Arthur felt his face heat up even further with every word he spoke. Alfred grabbed his shoulders, forcing Arthur to look at his face.

"No, it's because of you that I was able to do so well. Had I been paired with anyone else in that room, I would not have done nearly as well." Arthur couldn't bring himself to look away, even though his face had to have been redder than a tomato at that point. "So thank you." Alfred let Arthur's shoulders go, allowing the Brit to look away.

"Well then, I'm glad I could be of service." Arthur quickly retorted then began to walk away.

"Wait!" Arthur paused and turned back to face Alfred, "I was wondering if you wanted to get together this Friday, maybe catch a movie or something."

"I would love to." Arthur replied then dashed off before Alfred could say anything else. As he walked home, horror dawned on him as Arthur realized something. Were he and Alfred going out together? On a date?

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Holy schnizowitz, I finally updated! A bit longer than normal, for your reading pleasure. I plan to update at least once more before break is over.

Can I just say that for the William Pitt part, I totally pulled out my old APUSH notebook, just to find out his name.

Yup, I'm just a geek like that.

Well, till next time, authoress out!