The Brit Next Door Chapter 10: Fill the World with Silly Love Songs, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

Rating: M

Warnings: Mentions of porn, language

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, nor do I own Girl Next Door

You don't even know how fun this was to write. Seriously. I can't wait to get home just so I can write another chapter tomorrow.

It must have been an absolutely dreary and terrifying day to fly. Especially over-seas. It was rainy, and thunder panged over-head every once again during the powerful storm. Staring out the cracked blinds, just feet from him, Alfred would count the seconds between a strike of lightning, and a rumbling that shook his head.

"There was another one..." Feliciano droned in Alfred's ear, now watching with him. Silently, in his head, the American began to count.

1...2...3...4...5...6...7...

And there was the groan that slightly interrupted the audio blaring on a cracked television at the head of the room, displaying flashing people in black-and-white. It was an airport safety video, designated to teach the 'proper and safe way to execute your short stay at an airport.' It pretty much seemed like a joke, though, it was definitely a requirement if the group ever wanted to escape their holding cell.

Following Alfred and Gilbert being taken by the police and thrown into a secluded room in the hidden sectors of the building, they had come face-to-face with their many friends. Francis had escaped his capture for a long-while, since he hadn't truly done anything wrong, but was uphanded when he had been accused of staring up a woman's dress when she tied her shoe. It's not as if he didn't do it, but truly, it was an automatic reaction for him at this point!

As for the Italians and Spanish company, Lovino had been dragged off by a pedestrian when they left. Antonio had followed to help, only to be struck in the eye by the heel of his lover's flailing foot. This made for quite an easy arrest, and Feli had been drug out from under a woman's desk sooner or later.

And at one point of another, they had found themselves clumped back in the same place, their goals incomplete, as the Brit had indeed found himself on a plane, in a far off land.

The video clicked off in a mere 2 minutes after Alfred had finally tuned in, giving a very dank light accompanying the static that bustled on screen. One of the burly men in charge slipped his hand to the switch that turned off the TV, and instead clicked on the light.

"Now what have you all learned today?" He demanded. It was clear he had been just as bored as the teens.

"Be safe," Lovino muttered, pulling a bitter expression. "Don't attack people. We get it."

"Since you're all under 18, we've called your parents. They should be here soon." The man in charge announced, and slipped from the room.

Francis turned his attention to the American boy, planting a delicate palm as a support for his chin. "What are you doing now? Now that he's gone?"

"Don't give him ideas." Lovino grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. "No more shitty stunts like that!"

"But it's for love," Francis protested, wrapping an arm tightly around the small boy's waist. "We all know how important that is to you, non?"

Lovino froze, staring wide-eyed at the blond. "D-Don't you even dare!"

"What is it?" Antonio whined. "I want to know!"

"Never!"

Francis smirked, bringing a crumpled piece of paper from his coat pocket. "I found this in the front seat after dear Lovi moved back~" He sang in triumph. An angry brunette lunged for his throat, but was restrained by a giggling Gilbert.

"Come on, Franny! I wanna know, too!"

Antonio leaned in excitedly, craning his neck over Francis' shoulder to get a better look, as the content was read off.

"It's a receipt for Spencer's. The sex store?" Informed the French voice. In front of him, the Albino had stuffed his hand in Lovino's muffled mouth, keeping him from interrupting the embarrassment. "Lessee... he rang up with 2 'adult films,' a bottle of fruit flavored lube, and quite a few other items..."

Antonio blinked, turning his eyes up to the captured boy, who was now wriggling immensely to escape his binds. Lovino's eyes were wide and panicked, full of anger, and he sharply bit into the fingers capturing his mouth.

"Arsch!" Gilbert cursed, swinging his arm down to hold the punctured appendage between his legs in a comforting position. "Goddammit..!"

Lovino slipped down from he chair, disappearing from sight underneath a wide table that covered much of the room, followed by the teasing individuals.

Usually, Alfred would be amused by the tactics, but he couldn't quite place the aching in his stomach.

"He's a good friend." Alfred finally said, slamming his fists on the table to lift himself up. "I'll admit that. And I made this wrong. I have to fix it."

The scurrying males all stopped to gaze at him.

"If It wasn't for me- although Gil has huge fault in this- he'd still be living out his perfect life... so I have to get him back. Or at least try. Even if I'll just fail again. Art deserves that much from me."

"So I have a favor to ask you," He continued, a new fire blazing in his eyes. "I know you guys have helped so much, but Artie's gonna be featured in a film in another day. I need to stop him before he makes another mistake. Could you all... maybe... get money from your ATM accounts so I could buy a plane ticket? I will, too, but... I don't think I have enough. I promise I'll pay y'all back!"

Feliciano squealed from the corner of the room, standing up with an excited clap dying on his hands. "Of course! Anything to help!"

"Agreed." Antonio added.

"I guess, if it'll keep you out of our hair for a night..." Gilbert nodded.

In turn, Francis began digging in his duffel bag. "I know, usually, you're quite a pain, but Arthur seems to need the help. Besides, I need another teacher to call irritating."

Lovino finally poked his head out last, sighing at his decision. "..Fine."

Alfred burst into a wide grin, immediately running over to knock at the door. "Then let's hurry!...Before my mom gets here."

One 8 hour plane flight later, Alfred found himself stumbling out into a dank, afternoon atmosphere. It had been around 2 am when Alfred's plane finally boarded and he was able to leave- just in time for his mother to go searching through the entire airport, while Mathew discreetly sent texts back and forth about how their mother would murder him if she found out- and, with the 4 hour time difference between Virginia and the Denmark town he couldn't pronounce the name of, along with the amount of time it took to get here, half-a-day had effectively passed by now.

In his hands, Alfred held three things: his wallet, the passport he always kept along with it, and an address to a recording studio, along with a time written down the side. According to the computer work Matt had done for his brother, there was a production on the website for the studio's schedule of filming times. If it was the right one, and Arthur really started to, it was likely this was where he would be.

A text came in over Alfred's cell phone, making the assigned jingle play happily as his phone buzzed.

Text from: Matt

To: Alfred

Sent at: 10:32 am

bro mom found out i was texting you. she said to be safe and your grounded when you come home

Alfred grinned to himself, before flipping out of the messaging application, and turning on his GPS. In a few minutes, a little flag had been placed about 5 miles from him, a red ball representing where he stood. When he went to take a step, his stomach rumbled, signaling what was on his mind. How hungry he was.

"I' have to go get Artie before he lets out for the day..." Alfred mumbled to himself, holding his slightly pudgy abdomen. "Ugh. I guess I can go get him after a bite to eat."

His hunger satisfied, Alfred had settled into a steady pace a she trudged through the foreign streets of Denmark. Honestly, the only country Alfred had been to besides Mexico outside America. He didn't travel that often, so it's not as if he had much tourist experience. Especially in a country that didn't speak the same languages as he.

His IPhone beeped, and on the lock screen, it displayed a notification that he was within a block of his destination. Those few words made his breath catch, and getting a new burst of energy, the man took off running towards his target.

"You can't enter without a pass." This phrase was repeated what seemed to be FIFTY-BAJILLION TIMES to Alfred every time he attempted to open his mouth to protest the rule that the bouncer used to keep him offset. It made sense. Honestly, what would it be like if everyone could sneak onto a porn set without proper identification? Though it didn't help his assistance at the moment.

"But...I hafta get to my friend!" He groaned, practically on his knees at this point.