Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. I know I said I would update Saturday, but I had a party and had too much ice cream cake, which has an intoxicating effect on me, and was totally out of it. No, seriously, I was completely delusional. But now that I'm back to normal, or at least the dwindling sliver of sanity that I call normal, I'll continue.

This chapter is dedicated to Miss Macrabe Grey, thanks for the fic and helping me with this one :D

THIS IS A TIME-SKIP CHAPTER! Granted the time-skip was only three weeks, but still, there is a time-skip. Why, you ask? So we can get into the friendship portion before romance. And so Gilbert can show up.

Three weeks had passed since Arthur had began living with Alfred, and their friendship had quickly blossomed. It must have been their object of common interest: how much they hated Matthew's new boyfriend Francis. Though Alfred loved just hanging out with Arthur, he longed for something more. Deep down, so did Arthur, but that wasn't something he would accept. But it was always was in the back of Arthur's subconscious, begging to get out.

"Man, Francis is such a douchebag!" Alfred plopped down on the couch in his room next to Arthur, causing Arthur to spill his tea all over his lap.

"Agh!" He yelped as the scolding liquid seeped into his skin, jumping from the couch.

"Oh my god, are you okay. Let me help you, take off your pants." Alfred followed suit and jumped to his feet. A bright red blush spread across Arthur's face.

"Wha-what!" He stuttered.

"Not for that, if you don't take care of it, it'll leave a burn, and we don't want that to happen." Alfred instructed walking over to Arthur and slipping his thumbs into the waistline of the Briton's pants.

"Wah! S-stop it! I can do it myself." He squirmed around until Alfred removed his thumbs. Arthur turned around and began to remove his stained khaki's when he became aware that Alfred was watching him. "Don't watch! Turn around!"

"It's not like you've got anything that I don't" Alfred commented as he complied to Arthur's request.

"Ow ow ow ow!" The shorter man grumbled as he removed his pants and boxers, which the tea had also soaked through. Luckily, Alfred had a private bathroom, which Arthur ran to to treat his wound.

"Ya okay in there!" Alfred yelled after 5 minutes.

"Ya-yeah, but could you go into my room and grab some new pants?" Arthur yelled back. "But don't touch anything!" His voice sounded panicky on the last part. Like he had something to hide.

"Sure, I'll be back quick." The American man answered as he walked to the door and into the room next to his. He opened the dresser and got the clothing when he spotted something on the bedside table. It was a leather-bound journal with the words "Dream Journal" scratched on the cover. Alfred knew he shouldn't, but what harm could one little peak do.

April (insert random date here)

I was on a pirate ship again, the fearless captain Arthur Kirkland. I was the most feared pirate in all of England, and was completely surrounded by gold coins and jewels. But that didn't matter because money doesn't matter out at sea. We just took down a French navy ship when storm clouds began to form over the horizon. Suddenly, it became really dark and rainy and our ship was shot. We began to go down when I fell off portside. I was just about to die when I landed in someones arms. Things were suddenly sunny again and we weren't on a pirate ship anymore Alfred was holding me in a field of flowers. And then he leaned in and kissed me and then I woke up. What could it mean? Why does Alfred keep showing up in my dreams? And why did we-

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Alfred was cut off by the screaming Englishman in the doorway. Something caught his eye. Arthur was just wearing a peach face towel around his waste, he'd even taken off his shirt because the edges of the white button down shirt had been tucked into his pants and got stained.

"I didn't see anything I swear!" Alfred threw his hands up, causing the journal to fall to the floor, page open to the specific passage. Arthur glanced down and then looked up mortified.

"You didn't read it, did you?"

"Well, I did, but it's okay really, we can't control our dreams." Truthfully, Alfred was flattered that he kept showing up in Arthur's dreams, it meant that he was thinking about him, which meant that he might feel the same way. Although he obviously didn't get it yet, because he seemed so confused in his writing. "Besides, I'm sure you'd make an adorable pirate." Alfred giggled as he imagined Arthur in pirate cosplay. Arthur became flustered again.

"Wha-what! Pirates aren't cute!" He protested. "They are very manly and tough."

"Well then you can't be a pirate, because you're too girly." Alfred concluded.

"I beg your pardon!"Arthur gasped "But I am very manly."

"No way. I'm way more manly than you." The American fought. "I don't keep a diary." He picked the book of the floor and began to read from it again.

"I was sitting in a rose garden with some of my fairy friends..."

"Stop it! I was dreaming, I can't control it!" Arthur ran over to grab the book from Alfred, but Alfred held it high above his head so that Arthur couldn't reach it. Arthur tried to grab it, jumping up to try to reach it, but he was to short. He started to get closer to it and Alfred stood on his tiptoes. Finally, Arthur caught on to a maroon leather strip that he used as a bookmark, but as gravity did it's job and pulled him back to earth, Alfred came with him, knocked off balance right on top of Arthur.

"Hey Al, the awesome me is- whoa, I didn't know you had company." A voice came from the doorway. A tall albino man with red eyes and platinum blonde hair stood staring at them.

"Gilbert!"

Oh yeah! Gilbert's back! Sorry about the shortness, but I have standardized testing tomorrow and have to go to be early. This and the next chapter are the last chapters you can vote in, so vote vote vote, unless you are a doughnut, cause doughnuts don't vote. Speaking of doughnuts, who's up for a useless fact!

Dr. Seuss wrote Green Eggs and Ham after his editor dared him to write a book using fewr than 50 different words.