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(I don't own England, America, or Hetalia. Only Memories.)

(Arthur POV)

I slept fitfully, unable to sleep because I was so damn anxious. Alfred, on the other hand, was sleeping like a rock. How the boy could sleep at a time like this, I had no idea. Thoughts whirled around in my head, refusing to let me think straight. Did I like (love); Alfred? Did he like me back? Surely not, I mean really, why would he like me? He's young, handsome, and certainly has a lot of charm. Why would he ever go for me- an old, irritable, bushy-browed Brit? I flipped over, scowling angrily. Alfred's hand (the one connected with mine) flipped me over suddenly that I gasped; now staring at Alfred's sleeping face. I turned red, wanting to slap the idiot, but refrained from doing so. He pulled me closer (to my upmost horror) and placed his head in the crook of my neck, breathing deeply. I spluttered silently, squeezing my eyes shut. I forced myself to un-tense, falling limp against the bed. The idiot pulled me closer, arms holding me contentedly.

Strangely, I fell asleep like this, feeling like I was in a cocoon.

(Alfred POV)

As always, I woke up first, in a quite embarrassing position. It was actually pretty cute, little tufts sticking out of Arthur's hair randomly, his face smooth and relaxed. Do I like you? I wanted to say, but the words stuck in my mouth. Do you like me? Was a more important question on my mind. If he did, well… then... I would…. Do something. Like a total hero. Yeah, it would be awkward as hell, but what if I decided to like him back? My eyes fluttered shut, ready to just go back asleep, when they snapped open again.

"The meeting! We're like, totally late man!"

Arthur's eyes snapped open to, barley looking at me as he flew out of bed, screaming curses. I jumped after him, not wanting to be dragged off the bed. In a flurry of clothes, curses, and food, we were both sprinting outside and to Arthur's car, hopping in and slamming the door shut. I wheezed, trying to get my breath back, and ignoring the fact that my hair was a mess, I was wearing an ACDC t-shirt, and my jeans had holes in them. In all truth, England looked like hell too. His shirt was lopsided, his hair sticking out everywhere (actually, that looked the same) and he was wearing jeans. He was wearing jeans.

I almost screamed.

Before I could say anything, he shot off, obviously ignoring the fact that we were still holding hands. A tremor of fear passed through me before I could stop it, thinking of the faces of the other countries, seeing them together… Oh god, what was I going to do?

The truth will set you free

A voice reminded me, making me want to scream again. What truth?! What did I have to say?! Something like, "Wow England, I like you, so be mine?"

Wait a damn minute.

Wait a fucking little minute.

There's no way-

"Come on, get your fat arse out, we're here!" Arthur practically screeched, dragging out of the door. I was forced to stop my thought, feeling a cold sense of dread. I clambered out, following him like a puppy. He suddenly whirled around, a face of pure evil on his tiny face. "You will not mess this up. The story is that you accidentally super glued our hands together. Got it?!"

"Y-yes sir!" I saluted, feeling deadly nervous. He marched into the building, dragging me behind him.

Well, this will be interesting.

(Arthur POV)

I stalked into the meeting, ignoring everyone's curious and prying eyes. I scowled, eyes determined for this not to be a flop. I sat down next to France (assigned seats, trust me, I didn't choose this) and Alfred sat next to me, Canada on his other side. France grinned at me, but I simply ignored the frog, fighting down an overpowering blush.

"Now, let's start!" Germany called, and weirdly, everyone fell silent. Ludwig coughed, obviously freaked out a bit. "America, since you're hosting this meeting, you can start."

I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing in deeply. Alfred stood as I stood with him, trailing behind the younger. Whispers exploded in the crowd, but I was determined to ignore it. As soon as Alfred got up to the podium, Prussia called out,

"Hey, why's bushy-brows with you?"

I flushed, glaring at the Prussian, wishing him death.

"I-uh-" Alfred spluttered, turning pink, he looked at me frantically for directions, and I groaned, shoving him out of the way.

"Sadly, this idiot super-glued our hands together this morning, and we were too late to fix it." I said coldly, eyes sweeping over the crowd. Alfred glanced at me, and for a minute, I thought a flash of hurt crossed his face. If it did, he quickly wiped it off, grinning one of his stupid grins.

"So, other than that, I'll start!"

He launched into a huge discussion about robots, his economy, pretty much the same as each time. When it was over, I started going to sit down, but Alfred was weirdly rooted on the spot, face red.

"I-uhm, need to say something important."

The room fell quiet.

I stared at him in mute horror, praying to god he wouldn't tell them about Memories, or the fact that-

"Arthur Kirkland, I love you."

Our hands swung to our sides, and I gaped at him, not believing what I was seeing.

You have to face the truth

I ran out of the building, trying to forget Alfred's surprised and hurt face.

Does anyone else find it funny that Alfred found out first? Lol, Iggy's so confused right now~ To love, or not to love? Look out for the next and final chapter! Remember to review/comment~~! (btw, I have a twitter now! It's nisakeehl)

- Nisa Keehl