A/N Sorry Guys! Heres the right Chapter! I must've been half asleep when I posted it!

He was standing in a blurring torrent of mud and rain. Water was pouring all around him and in the blinding wall of wetness, he could only make out a single, lone figure. The figure, a man clad in blue, stood upright, directly in front of him.

" I'm not your child or little brother anymore, England. "

The man raised a soaked, blood stained musket.

" From now on, I'm fr-"

" Arthur! "

Breaking out of his daydream, Arthur looked around the room wild eyed and staring. Alfred and Alex were looking at him strangely.

"Hunh?"

Alex gazed up at his elder brother with a scrunched up face.

"EWWWW! Arthur! That's gross! You're drooling! Why are you drooling? It's disgusting! You're so weird!"

The sandy blond glared down at the boy while Alfred peered at Arthur's face. His eyes ran over the teen's features, spotting the saliva that really did collect at the corner of the boy's mouth. Raising a hand, he wiped off the drool. Arthur blushed furiously, crawling away from the golden haired blond. Alfred just laughed.

" Gosh Artie! If I knew you were going to get all hot and bothered, I'd have brought a more PG rated movie!"

Arthur snapped at the man. " Don't call me Artie! And who said I was hot and bothered? ! My mind was elsewhere that's all! !"

The three blonds were seated on the couch in the living room. A James Bond movie was flashing on the television screen. Bond and a woman had just broken from a hot kiss and were just about to -

" Sure you ain't, Artie! Yer such a perv! "

" Yeah Arthur! You're a perv!"

Glaring at the two other room occupants, Arthur rubbed his temples, trying to block away more pain than he already had. He groaned at the memory of how he had first gotten into the godforsaken situation .

"How 'bout we watch a movie?"

Arthur frowned at the golden blond's wide grin, then turned to the clock.

" My father will probably be arriving soon, there's no need. "

The American's smile never faltered, though his hands started to fidget endlessly, catching Arthur's attention.

" Well, y'know, he might've been called for work or somethin'..."

Arthur narrowed his eyes.

" It's Saturday. He doesn't have work."

Alfred started to chuckle nervously.

" You never know though. Somethin' might've happened at work an' he could've been called in and gotten stuck with a huge pile of...paperwork. "

The sandy blond continued to eye the other man suspiciously. He stood up from the kitchen table and strode over to the living room door, entering it.

" Alright...but we don't have any videos, other than my father's documentary sets. "

The blue eyed man got up, a large grin on his face.

"No worries! I brought one with me!"

Arthur raised an eyebrow.

" You...brought one...with you?"

Alfred, as oblivious as he may be, caught onto his mistake.

" Ah ha ha! I mean... I was... I was going to watch it at work! YEAH! So I brought it with me!"

" I see..." Arthur still stared at the man doubtfully. " So you were planning to watch a movie at work...instead of working."

The blue eyed male scratched the back of his head, anxiously. " Yeah..."

Arthur sighed, not wanting to delve further into the topic. " So what movie did you bring?"

" James Bond! D'you guys like James Bond?"

" Who's James Bond?"

The older blond widened his eyes comically.

" You don't know James Bond? Y'know, THE BOND! " He posed. " The one who's all like ' My name's Bond...James Bond.' "

Arthur shook his head.

" But he's a classic! The movie was first made back when England was still a nation!"

"That was over 200 years ago..."

The America's smile faded. Arthur felt a shot of guilt pierce through his heart.

" We'll watch it...Is James Bond that good?"

The other man's smile resurrected, allowing Arthur to let out a silent sigh of relief.

" YEAH! He's great! Like a Hero! Except he's cool and sophisticated and all that! But he's not as awesome as a Hero! " 'Cause a Hero is PURE AWESOMENESS! Bond has to divide his awesomeness with his coolness and sophistication. But a Hero is PURE SUPER UNDIVIDED AWESOMENESS! NOTHIN' BUT AWESOMENESS! Ya get me?"

Arthur grumbled. He should have never allowed himself to agree with the man. Stealing a glance at the clock he sighed. Noon. And his old man still wasn't home yet. Damn. Reaching over to his left, he placed his hands over Alex's eyes.

" Hey!" The eleven year old boy tried to push his brother away. Arthur held fast.

" I was kind enough to let you watch the movie. But, I told you, you can't watch the sex scenes."

" NOOO~~~ I want to! I'm eleven, I'm old enough! Marie says you were doing #%& and *$# when you were eleven!"

Arthur choked. " She what? Don't listen to that wanker! She was lying! I was thirteen! Anyways, that has nothing to do with this! "

Alfred raised an eyebrow, looking over at the two boys. " I don't think thirteen is old enough to be doing #%& and *$# , Artie..."

The brothers ignored him, continuing their argument.

Alex started to whine. "ALLLLFRRED! Tell him that I can watch too!"

Alfred chuckled a bit before answering. " Artie's right. Sorry kid, no sex scenes for you. "

The eleven year old pouted, but stopped struggling under Arthur's grip.

Arthur scowled at the nickname, but was grateful that the blue eyed male had agreed. He doubted that he would have been able to win a two against one argument. Settling back into the couch, he waited for the scene to change before removing the hands he placed over his brother's eyes. Alex scuttled a little more away from Arthur.

An hour later, the movie had ended and the sandy blond teen finally let out a breath, relaxing. The movie hell was finally over. Looking between the clock and the door, he wondered why his father had not yet arrived home. Getting up, he turned to the direction of the phone to call his old man. About to take his first step, he felt a grip on his wrist. Swiveling to see who grabbed his arm, he saw Alfred gazing up at him smiling. Arthur stared at the man for a moment.

Cute...He stopped. Wait..Did I just think this guy was cute?

Quickly forcing his hand out of the man's clutches, he turned away.

" W-what? "

Alfred seemed crestfallen for a moment because Arthur had removed himself from his grip, it was only for an instant before his grin returned.

" Wanna watch another movie? !"

Arthur turned his face back to the man and glared.

"No! I don't want to watch another one of your bloody movies!"

The blue eyed man gazed right into Arthur's pair of emerald globes. He turned on a pout and a pair of puppy dog eyes.

"Pleassseee, Arrrrtiiiieeee!"

The sandy blond's eyes widened. Why the hell does this guy have to be so bloody adorable? !

" Fine! "

Alfred noticeably lit up and pulled Arthur back onto the couch.

" Great! Y'know, you can hug me if ya get too scared. I'm a hero so I'll protect ya!"

Arthur scoffed. "Scared?"

"Uh huh! It's this really great horror movie that just came out..."

A/N: Eleventh chapter! Who here thinks that Alfred has something to do with Arthur's dad being late? That Alfred...he sure can be clever when he wants to... The temperature over here dropped like five degrees this morning. It was freezing! And I thought it was cold before... But I was still crazy enough to go walk out 20 minutes to the store to buy lunch...and ice cream! Crazy, aren't I? It wasn't windy at all, so it was okay, I bought pizza for lunch. Pepperoni, of course. 'Cause my instrumental jazz teacher says that you gotta eat meat to be able to blow hard on your horn!Ha ha...that sounded dirty didn't it...Please review!