I officially disclaim Hetalia. Just thought I'd mix it up. Anyway, this is the chapter you've been waiting for. Alfred tells Arthur how he feels. And it only took 21 chapters. And Francis proves that he isn't the biggest douche in the world. Just, like, the third. There's a guy... in Brazil... and another... who's like, on tv and stuff- moving on! Anyway, it was storming pretty hard here, and I wasn't able to watch Glee like I wanted because the fucking weather people think that it's more important to inform people about the weather than to play Glee. Well, let me tell you something, it's not! But Anesan is writing me a LietPol based on my current experience to console me. I'm still angry. I have to take soccer pictures, and I am determined that they will be awesome. Like, Prussia awesome. But then again, yesterday, I was determined to play soccer with Italian pride, and I slipped on a golf ball playing goalie. Yeah. That sort of stuff happens only to me. But, on the bright side, Kathryn said my landing was epic.
Dedications: Anesan, because I don't feel like typing your pen name, really, you can read my mind most of the time... what am I thinking of while I am writing this dedication? Soot, I'd love to be a fly on the wall too, just not the fly part, it'd be weird looking through all those eyes, I would get dizzy and faint off the wall. Meganerd97, don't worry, we'll be getting into the Battle for Matthew sub-series pretty soon. Mikaela, I did too, poor guy will just have to watch the movie on youtube. PurpleLeopard, not actually a bad idea, although PruCan got a lot more votes, sorry. I, being an American, will have us take a vote on this. That's just how I roll. Xx-smile-its-yaoi-xX, how about now~. Grawrgrawrninja, thank you, I try. Amerikan Pi, don't worry, 8 is good enough. Now onto the story.
The next morning was rough for Alfred, as he spent the entire night thinking of all the possibilities. What would happen if he confessed or not, how Arthur would respond, how his life would change if Arthur accepted his feeling. This was so frustrating, he never worried about this sort of stuff. He hated the Brit for turning his life upside-down with just his smile. But at the same time, he loved him for it. He knew he had to talk to Francis about this, no matter how much the guy creeped him out. He waited for everyone to get back from work, he didn't follow Arthur today. And of course, Francis decided to work even longer today and didn't return until about 6.
"Hey, Bonnefoy, I need to talk to you now." Alfred grabbed Francis's shoulder to catch his attention. Francis, as he always did turned around in almost slow motion, and Alfred could almost swear he could see rose petals falling from space as Francis did so. Seriously, this guy is creepier than the Phantom.
"What is it, dear Alfred." He responded, in a most sickeningly charming manner. Alfred cautiously looked in both directions.
"I can't talk about it here." He pointed to his feet. "We need to go someplace secret" He grabbed Francis by his sleeve and dragged him into the backyard, which was more extravagant than you could really call a backyard, passed the old swing set he and Matthew used to spend hours on, passed Matthew's garden, passed the tree he used to always climb and get stuck in, every time without fail, and finally to the pond.
"Mon ami, what was the whole point of that ordeal." Francis fixed his hair, removing all leaves and setting it back into place.
"I need advice." Alfred blurted, not ready wanting to beat around the bush, rather, he felt like one of the bushes they ran through beat him. Francis sighed in disappointment.
"Is that all, why do you not ask Arthur?" Francis suggested, already bored at where this was going.
"No! I can't do that because..." Alfred stopped there. In all his relationships, he never had to be the first person to say he loved the person. For most of his life, he thought he was straight. Being super popular in high school, he dated who status told him to date, usually cheerleaders. But those relationships were purely for reputation, and he really didn't care much if those failed. But losing Arthur was even more frightening than ghosts. He took a deep breath. "I love Arthur. I really, truly do, but..."
"But you don't know how to tell him." Francis sighed, sounding suprisingly
"So you've been through this before?" The American was slightly relieved that the suave Parisian had had his share of romantic troubles. But Francis just chuckled.
"Oh no, I'm much to handsome and charming for those issues." He gave a conceited smirk, then returned to his fake concerned charade. "But I've heard stories." Alfred began to regret ever talking to Francis. "My friend Antonio, his boyfriend Lovino is very... non romantique. He refuses to admit he is in amour with Antonio, but we all know he is. By the way, thank you for introducing me to Gilbert, he has become a great friend to Antonio and moi. He is so funny, especially when he's drunk. We got banned from 3 bars in the last week!" Alfred considered the horror he had released on the earth by uniting the Bad Touch Trio, but that was a concern he didn't have time for.
"Yeah, the bar on 26th street has a strict clothing policy. They kick you out if you even remove your- wait! We were talking about Arthur." He brought his left hand to his forehead, trying to keep his focus.
"Ah, but I would really like to hear that most wonderful story about when you removed your-"
"FRANCIS!" Alfred interrupted. "Seriously, what do I do?" Francis laid his hand gently on Alfred's shoulder, making him a little uncomfortable.
"You're worrying too much. It is beyond obvious that Arthur is most definitely in love with you, he just is waiting for you to admit it." He explained. Alfred looked pleasantly surprised.
"Really, you think he l-loves me?" Alfred's spirit lifted dramatically, and so did his ego. "Nufufu, of course he does. Look at me, I'm the hero! And everybody loves the hero, right. So I have nothing to worry about." Francis found Alfred's near-instantaneous optimism amusing, and genuinely laughed, not his normal suave chuckle, but an honest to goodness laugh. "What's so funny."
"You are!" He wiped a tear from his eye. "You really are such a child, hard to believe you're the older twin!" Alfred pouted at him.
"Of course I'm obviously the older twin! Hello, look at me!" But this just made Francis laugh harder. Though it annoyed Alfred, it was also a little comforting. He thought Francis would be completely self-absorbed jerk who only cared for Matthew because his father told him too, but this told him otherwise. He still didn't know if Francis's feelings for his brother were true, but he knew that at least Francis wasn't hanging around just to suck up to their father. Otherwise he wouldn't have insulted Alfred's pride with his laughter.
"Whatever you say." He managed through his laughter.
"Hmph!" Alfred turned away and began walking back to the house. He must have been out with Francis longer than he thought, because the sun had already began to sink as hues of pink, orange, and blue danced across the sky. As he passed into the garden he bumped into something, sending himself to the ground.
"Ow. Alfred you bloody idiot." He recognized that voice anywhere.
"Arthur! Wha-what are you doing in the rose garden!" Alfred stammered out.
"I was looking for you, you've been gone for nearly an hour! Are you stupid or something." At first, Alfred was a little upset to be scolded by Arthur, but then realized that Arthur must be doing this because he cared. About him. Hey, maybe Francis was right about Arthur liking him. So he should confess. I mean, look at where they were. The rose garden. At sunset. Just the two of them. You can't get a more storybook location! It must be fate telling him to confess.
"Hey, Arthur. I've got something to tell you." He led Arthur to a stone bench by some particularly chose roses. Arthur looked at them strangely.
"Okay, but I don't see why you needed to take me over here to tell me. It's-" Arthur started but was interrupted.
"Arthur, I've had a blast becoming such great friends with you." Alfred started, writing out the dialogue in his head.
"Yes, it has been a rather enjoyable experience. But the next World Cup game is on and-"
"But I can't take it anymore." Alfred continued. A lump grew in Arthur's throat. Had Arthur gotten tired of him already? Was he too hard on him last night about Phantom of the Opera? Yes it had to be that.
"Alfred, I'm sorry that I was so rude to you last night about Phantom." Arthur nervously apologized.
"Don't worry about it." Alfred quickly replied. "But listen. You've really become a great friend to me, but that's the thing. I don't think I can be happy with 'just great friends.'"
"Huh?" Oh god, Alfred was definitely kicking him out. This wasn't good, where would he sleep, he could stay in a motel for a while, but he didn't have too much money. But Arthur's downward spiral was interrupted for one last time.
"Arthur, I'm completely head-over-heels in love with you."
Haha! I'm so evil I'm ending it there. And worse yet, for you guys at least, I'm leaving tomorrow (Sunday) on a mission trip until Friday, where there is no cell phones, tv, or computers. So, most likely, you will have to wait for next Saturday for the next installment and the of It All Started With A Shot of Tequila, and for Arthur's response. Okay, I actually really hate doing this to you guys, it's just the mission trip came at such a time... don't hate me, 'kay? But if I only had you're kind reviews to give me inspiration on the mission trip, I might be able to write as soon as I got home. Just think about that.
Anyway, did any of you catch the Us vs Slovenia match. We totally got robbed! We should have won that! That was a terrible call by the ref! Absolutely terrible, I was so angry. How did we get fowled, if anything, it was a Slovenia fowl. Anyway, if you are angry like me, or disagree completely, please review me your response.
Also, PurpleLeopard had the idea of making Russia end up with Estonia. How do you guys feel about that pairing, sorry sis, it just wouldn't make sense to bring Sasuke into this, he's too busy being an ass. So, all who say we have Russia end up with Estonia review "I" Got it?
Clans of long ago that wanted to get rid of unwanted people without killing them used to burn their houses down - hence the expression "to get fired" Luckily we are more civilized today kolkolkolkol.