A/N: Oh my God! Thanks for the reviews! Motivation for the nation~ (wait, what?) And now, because of your awesomeness("Hey! Only Ore-sama is aweso-"), you get…

A virtual cookie and this chapter. 8D *Hands you the cookie*

I should get on with it, huh? Side note - I woke up this morning to find my America and England plushies in a suggestive position… *Pervy France-like laugh*

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Alfred went back to his - no, his and Arthur's - bedroom. (Forgetting someone?) He'd been doing that a lot lately. Sitting down on the bed, he decided to dwell on the thought of Francis and Arthur. No, not in that way, you perverts.

Yes, he did have a crush on Arthur. God, he'd even told Francis in that text. When he sent it, he thought it sounded really threatening (yeah, keep telling yourself that, bro), so he couldn't believe the guy had made a move. Did he really want his face punched in? Everyone who knew Alfred knew that he would do anything to get what he wanted. And right now, he wanted Arthur.

So he would get Arthur.

To be honest, the guy acted really grouchy and stick-up-the-ass. However, Alfred believed it was a mask. He may seem dense, sure, but he still knew about masking feelings. He did it himself; his everything behind his own mega-watt smile. It worked, of course, because everyone thought he was a goofy fellow who liked to grin. Arthur did it in a different way, though - was it the opposite? Did he hide his happiness with anger and sadness? Behind a wall? It occurred to Alfred that he was over thinking this, and he seriously needed advice.

But from who? Who knew about this stuff? Well, there was Elizabeta, but she was sort of creepy. His mind drifted back to that Kiku fellow, the one who he got all the games he owned from - he was good with observing the atmosphere. Jesus, you wouldn't even know he was there, just quietly looking on. Watching. Sure, he'd be the guy, Alfred decided, grinning. He was so good at making plans.

(So he told himself, anyway…~)

Picking up his phone, he dialled Kiku's number. Everyone else was downstairs, so they wouldn't know. He'd rather them not, anyway; if they knew about his crush, they'd likely tease him. He himself had teased Gilbert about having a crush on Matthew back then. Oh yeah, Matthew. That's who the author forgot in paragraph one… ("You just broke the fourth wall, you sodding git!")

Kiku picked up. "Konnichiwa, Alfred-kun?" greeted the Japanese boy quietly, using his own language to say 'Hello'.

"Hey! Can I come round to yours, dude? I have some… Troubles, man." Alfred asked, wishing he could use his infamous kicked-puppy facial expression at that moment in time.

"Uh, of course. Elizabeta's here, though; you should probably avoid Yao's-" Yao was his best friend and roommate, a Chinese kid who liked pandas, "- room, she's in there… doing.. Something."

Alfred nodded, as if he were facing the boy. "Can I come over now?" he asked. Truthfully, he was really eager to get there - if it meant figuring out Arthur, he was willing to do anything. Well, anything reasonable, of course.

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Arthur felt rather flustered as Amelia fussed over him. She'd accidentally (you really believe that, Arthur?) spilt a drink all over his lap, presumably coke, and was now wiping it up with a cloth. And no, it certainly did not help that she was wearing only a bomber jacket - the real thing, from WWII - and a bikini top with a skirt, the latter being a green-beige colour. Arthur wasn't exactly fond of the colour, but the outfit was seriously revealing.

"Oh, Arthur, I'm so sorry, dude! Didn't mean to, bro!" Amelia was currently dabbing the cloth (deary me!) on aforementioned Brit's lap, even though it was pretty much dry now. Gilbert and Antonio - Francis had left, the French coward - were laughing, Matthew sitting there beside them. Arthur's face was red, and felt as if it was burning. Amelia obviously wasn't aware of this, being so much like her cousin.

"P-please, Amelia, I can clean myself up. I-it's dry now, an-anyway, so please!" he begged, moving his arms around in gestures as she continued to blabber on about something completely irrelevant. Seriously, she had the attention span of a puppy! She looked up, not looking too convinced, but handed Arthur the cloth. The door slammed down the corridor, bringing everyone's attention to that direction.

"Oh, I wonder where he's off to." one of Alfred's (Forgetting someone again…) carers said. Since Alfred was always having new friends over, they hadn't bothered with Arthur too much.

"Who? Alfred?" the angel asked, curiosity growing.

Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Probably off to see some girl, kesesese~!" he laughed. Arthur, being unaware of a lot of Alfred's past, didn't really know what this meant.

He hated to admit it, but he seriously hoped that Alfred wasn't off with a girl.

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"Kiku! Yo!" Alfred called, waltzing into said boy's house. Immediately, he heard a squeal from Yao's room, and a quieter 'Kawaii!' and walked away from that room. Elizabeta probably had her friend (apprentice in yaoi, more like…) Lily around. With a brother as violent and over-protective as Vash, that Swiss dude, Alfred didn't know how the duo of fan girls still hung out.

"Alfred-kun, nice to see you." Kiku said quietly, coming from the kitchen. In his hand he held a book, Japanese writing on the front. Noticing Alfred looking at it, he said, "I assumed it was about figuring someone out… I could tell by your voice… So I got this. Please, take a seat." He gestured to the living room.

"Sure, dude. Thanks for agreeing to help me out!" chirped Alfred, sitting on the sofa. Kiku came in shortly after and sat in front of him.

"What's his name?" asked the other boy.

"How do you know it's a 'him'?" Alfred grinned cheekily, and Kiku got flustered and stuttered. "Don't worry dude. 'Course it's a him." The American laughed, getting comfy.

"His name's Arthur." smiled Alfred. A slightly dreamy expression was on his face, and Kiku opened his book.

"What is he like? Forever happy? Cranky?" Kiku asked, his head in the (unusually) large book.

Alfred rolled his eyes a bit. "Well, the second one is closer to it… But I guess I've only known him for what, 2 or 3 days?"

"Hmm. Well, you should probably come back once you know him better, Alfred-kun. '2 or 3 days' is not really long enough for me to determine his character." Kiku sighed, closing the book. Alfred frowned a bit, but then perked up seconds later.

"I guess I've got some exploring to do, then, huh?" he grinned, standing up. "'Kay, I'll come back when I know more, dude. Thanks."

"Alright. Goodbye, Alfred-kun." Kiku said farewell, and Alfred hopped off out the door, waving back.

He had some work to do.

A/N: I prefer this one to the others, heheh… I guess I put more thought into it. Poor Artie, huh? I felt like such a perv writing that .''

Don't forget to check out Strange Happenings, my other story, if you like fantasy USUK action with Area 51 involved… Heheh… Heh… *Silence*

Please review. I was so happy this morning when I read all of them! I was just like, SQUEEEE!'ing the whole way through. 3

Uhh, I'd say 'Bye' in a different language, but I don't know much greetings in different languages.

(I only know 'Da da da, ljublju tebja' in Russian, some things in Japanese from Language Class, some French and Spanish, a bit of German and Italian and, uhh, nothing else… Hahah…)