" So...you're telling me that you're a nation?"

Arthur was staring at Alfred in disbelief. He knew he wanted answers but to give him one that sounded so preposterous... Did the American really think he was that daft? The sunny blond nodded, grinning.

" Yeah!"

Arthur twitched.

Apparently he did.

The teen inspected the taller male's face, sighing quietly. Alfred was smiling enthusiastically, obviously relieved to have told the boy the truth. The face didn't look like the face of a liar at all. It was bright. Cheerful. And honest. But for him to believe something so farfetched...

" Nations...as in countries?"

Alfred nodded his head again, still smiling. Arthur just shook his head slightly in response, both in doubt and slight exasperation. Even though he found the entire scenario as some sort of joke, as a gentleman, he decided to humour them slightly, by asking questions. He also wanted to see how far the American was willing to go, as well.

" And you are...?"

The American took the question as an opportunity to reintroduce himself. Posing heroically, he gestured to himself energetically with his thumb.

" I'M AMERICA! THE AWESOME HERO! "

Arthur just stared at the taller blond with a blank face before continuing with his questions, unaffected by the dramatic reintroduction. He glanced at the others in the room.

" And them? "

" They're nations too! But their not as awesome as me! "

" Oi! Brat! The Awesome Prussia is way more awesome than you!"

Gilbert shot Alfred a crude gesture from his spot in the room, sticking his tongue out while flashing the American a shit - eating grin. Alfred countered with his own smirk before turning back to the sandy blond. The said teen, was frowning, his eyes slightly unfocused as if in thought.

Prussia? I think Yao metioned it earlier...but I've never heard a country by that name...

Arthur looked at the taller blond, questioning,

"...Prussia? Where's that?"

An expression of shock and indignation plastered itself onto the Albino's face, almost comically, at the question. Alfred just sniggered.

" You don't know the Awesome Prussia ? Gilbert scoffed, waving his hand in front of his face, mockingly. " It's the awesome of the awesome! Every awesome person knows about it! "

Arthur growled, his face twitching with annoyance. " Seeing how I don't, it probably not as awesome as you make it out to be!"

" That's 'cause you're not awesome enough!"

Irritation getting the best of him,the teen stood up, intent on strangling the Albino male. He was held back by a laughing American.

" Ha ha! Calm down, Artie!He's just pissed cause he's not a country anymore! And he has to freeload Germany's basement!"

" Hey! It's the awesome territory that I invaded! Don't make fun of it!"

Alfred ignored the Prussian, snickering and obviously not sharing the Albino's opinion on his 'territory'. He focused his attention back to the irritated teen, nodding satisfied.

" Alright! So, that's awesome story!"

Arthur was staring at everyone in the room, his face darkened, mostly out of irritation from hearing the word awesome more than five time in the last sixty seconds. The rest of his annoyance stemmed from the fact that he didn't believe a single bloody word that had been said.

" Bollocks."

Alfred's face dropped. "What?"

The teen repeated his words with a sneer. " That is complete and utter bollocks. Do you actually think I'm daft enough to believe that crap ? !"

Alfred clenched his fist with a pout, hurt from the other male's outright denial.

" We're telling the truth!"

The sandy blond glared, clenching his fists as well, while rolling his eyes sarcastically. " Oh. So you just expect me to bloody believe that all of you aren't even human."

" Yes! " Alfred replied to Arthur's sarcastic statement bluntly, his eyes burning with determination. " We're nations!"

Arthur scowled. " I don't bloody believe you! "

Alfred whined in response. " Why not ? !"

" If someone told you that they weren't even bloody human, would you just believe them ? !"

Pouting, the American replied. " Well, yeah!"

Arthur pinched the bridge his nose, trying to fend off the giant migraine he was getting out of the conversation. He glared darkly at the sulking man in front of him. " Well that just shows how much of a bloody git you are ! "

" But I'm tellin' ya the truth! "

" And why in bloody hell should I believe you? ! " Arthur glowered at the man in front of him. " You're just some daft tosser I met on a school trip less than a week ago! Why should I even TRUST you ? ! For all I know you could be some mad sod and this is just some blasted joke you're playing! If it is it isn't even bloody funny! "

The American stood straight matching the teen's glare. " It's not a joke! I can prove it!"

Arthur scoffed, crossing his arms. " And how, may I ask, can you do that? "

The teen's words were laced with condescension and a mocking challenge.

Alfred paused, his face scrunched in thought." I can name you all the presidents I had since my revolution!"

Twitching slightly at the word revolution, Arthur scowled. " So can any blasted history pillock you bloody well ask!"

The American didn't give up. " I can tell you their favourite food! And dirty secrets! "

The teen chuckled scornfully, amazed at the American's audacity to prove his story. " You could easily be lying!"

Alfred allowed a scowl, though it looked more like a pout, to fall on his face. " Heroes don't lie! "

Both blonds stood nose to nose in a fierce exchange, neither willing to back down. It was almost as though they had forgotten the reason they had begun arguing, and had just settled in just glaring at the other. The other nations just watched on, some nervous, the rest amused. Japan was the first to intervene.

"Arthur - san."

The said teen spun around at the sound of his name, breaking the stare down with the American, his emerald orbs aflame. " WHAT ? ! "

The surrounding nations in the room flinched at the fierceness of the glare. It was surprising how the Asian man was able to remain calm as he stood forward. Arthur's gaze softened slightly at the sight of the Japanese man. He sighed, composing himself.

" ...yes? What is it, Kiku?"

" Alfred -san is...no...America - san is telling the truth." Kiku paused for a moment. " We are nations."

Instead of looking at the smaller man with strong disbelief, the teen's eyes just seemed tired. He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.

" Alright. Let's say that maybe you tossers are telling the truth...what does that have anything to do with me?"

Before Kiku had the chance to answer, Alfred puffed his cheeks, eyebrows furrowing. " Hey! Why are you believing him over me ? !"

Arthur answered with a glare. " Because compared to a bloody git like you, he's evidently a much more sensible person!"

" Hey -"

Alfred was cut off in his attempt to retort by the teen snapping angrily.

" Just answer my bloody question! What the bloody hell does this have to do with me ? !"

The American retorted back instinctively. " Because you're a nation too!"

Arthur opened his mouth before closing again, his confusion blocking the words from leaving his throat. China frowned at the American, though he didn't step forward.

" America, aru! We're still not -"

Alfred didn't allow the Chinese nation to finish his sentence. " To hell with being not sure!"

He turned his attention briefly to the Asian. " He's definitely England!, you know that!"

The brief exchange allowed the teen to collect his thoughts.

" How am I England ? ! And you said you're nations! England is a state! "

The American looked back towards the sandy blond. " It used to be!"

" How can I be England? " Arthur repeated softly, staring straight at the taller man in front of him. " I'm human and England's dead, isn't he?"

The teen raised his voice. "He bloody drowned, didn't he ? !"

America froze, looking downward. " That's..."

Before he could finish, an arm slowly swung in front of him, urging him to stop. Japan took another step forward, looking at Arthur analytically, the emotion in his dark eyes unreadable.

" Arthur -san. I apologize for being rude, but I would like to ask you a question." He paused for a moment, waiting for the teen to answer. He continued when Arthur remained silent. " But what makes you think England is dead? Let alone drowned."

Arthur eyes widened slightly, his mouth opening as well, even though no sound could be heard from it.

" I do not believe anyone has ever told you that England died." The Japanese man paused again. " I am sorry for being curious on how you came across the information. I do not believe anyone has told you anything about who England was."

Alfred processed the information before he snapped back to attention. He looked at the teen questioningly, though there was a little excitement in his eyes.

" Yeah, Artie! How'd you know?"

Arthur only stood, bewildered, his expression much like a cornered cat. He swallowed nervously as he tried to think up a sensible answer. There wasn't one. Opening his mouth, words, barely audible, yet easily heard in the silent room resounded through the room.

" That's because...It's because of those drea-"

The teen caught himself before he finished the last word. But it was enough for a few to comprehend what was about to be said.

" ...dreams? "

Arthur's breath hitched. He hadn't meant to say it out loud.

" Artie? What are you talking about? What dreams?"

The teen shot his head up, his emerald orbs panicked. He couldn't meet the American's questioning gaze.

" It's nothing!"

Alfred tightened his fists by his side. From the smaller male's hastened denial, it was easy to tell the blond was lying.

" It's not nothing! What dreams, Arthur!"

Arthur flinched at the use of his full name. The tone was desperate and somewhat angry, different from when the American had whispered in his ear less than an hour earlier.

" I said it's nothing! " Arthur looked up, his anger reigniting slowly. He was about to tell the American to sod off, but stopped when Prussia stepped into the fray.

" Lying isn't awesome you know"

Everyone in the room turned to look at the male. Basking in the attention, the Albino continued smugly. " We told you the truth 'cause you asked for it! You're being unawesome if your going to lie to us now!"

Arthur bit his lip, glaring at the red eyed man.. "It's none of your business!"

" IT IS MY BUSINESS! " Alfred grabbed the sides of the sandy blond's head forcing the teen to look at him. The look on his face was contradictory to his usual sunny demeanour. Frightful, even. Taken aback from the action and outburst, it took Arthur a minute to answer as he clumsily pushed the other away. Once he collected him, he reignited his anger matching the volume of the American's voice with his own.

" How is it any of you're bloody business ? !"

Alfred responded back with an angry shout, his thoughts no longer calm." BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! AND I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU AGAIN! "

Arthur froze, not entirely sure he heard correctly. " ...what?"

The American just stood huffing before he could fully comprehend the meaning of the words he just spoke. When he did, his face immediately flushed, but instead of denying his words, the embarrassment in his eyes were soon replaced by a look of unwavering resolve. He stared straight at the sandy blond.

" That's right! You heard me! I love you!"

Alfred took a step forward, causing the teen to instinctively retreat backwards and fall onto the couch. Grabbing the smaller male's arm, the sunny blond, gazed determinedly into the other male's eyes, waiting for an answer. Arthur just sat dumbfounded, his mouth opening and closing several times before any sound left it.

"...what? You..you can't...bloody hell.." the teen paused, making a realization. He shoved himself forcefully out of the taller man's grip, shooting up from his seat. " No... NO! The one you love is ENGLAND!"

" But you're-"

" I'M NOT!"

Arthur, stepped backwards and away from the couch, his expression both hurt and accusatory. Once he was sure that he was out the other man's reach, he glanced towards the door before diving towards it. Swinging it open, the teen rushed outside, not bothering to slam it shut. He ran, bumping into a figure by the door, not hearing an indignant cry in his rush.

" Arthur!"

Alfred tried to hurry after the blond, but a sharp tug on his wrist stopped him.

" Oi, you Nyaff! What in bloomin' hell is goin' on ? ! "

The American looked at the person that had the grip on his arm. Scotland was standing by the door, a thick envelope under his arm. He looked irritated.

" Oi, America! I'm talkin' to you! "

America was equally annoyed . " Why didn't you grab him ? ! He might not come back! And he'll get hurt again! "

The Scottish nation raised an eyebrow at the younger nation before walking inside. " Don't worry about the lad, boy. Wales and Ireland sent some of their friends to look after him, so he'll be fine."

He waved the envelope in his hand in front of the American's face. " Now hurry up and tell me what's going on so I can tell you something interesting."

Alfred scowled, looking out the door at the the resort. Arthur was no longer in sight. He glared back at the other nation. " Where'd ya go anyways?"

Scotland ignore the glare, shrugging. He opened his envelope, looking over the contents. " I was investigating"

" Investigating what?"

The nation smirked.

" Our little England, of course."

A/N: Cheesy confession much, huh? Sorry 'bout that. Review please!

oh yeah...extremely late disclaimer..Hetalia doesn't belong to me.

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