"Artie, who am I now?"

Alfred turned around to face the Englishman. He only wore boots and a pair of green tank trousers, having only a towel and dog tags slung around his neck. He grinned stupidly as he showed Arthur the shaving cream on his face. He had been taking at least three times longer to shave then necessary, due to the fact that he insisted on forming his shaving cream into different people's facial hair. A moment ago he was Josef Stalin, now, nearing the end of shave, he was Adolf Hitler.

Arthur looked in his mirror to see Alfred, now at the point of true irritation with the American.

"Cute, Alfred, I say you keep that one."

Alfred laughed, and made his way over to Arthur, clapping him on the back. Arthur took the opportunity to elbow his ally in the stomach.

"What are you? Stupid? You could have made me slit my throat!"

"I'm not stupid, Artie, I'm just Hitler."

Arthur pursed his lips and watched as Alfred impersonated the German leader. It wasn't funny. No, maybe it was. Regardless, Arthur couldn't help but crack a smile at the American's antics. He was trying to be a serious as possible. After all, they had made it all the way to Belgium and Germany wasn't far away. However, while they weren't in a meeting or out trying to survive, Alfred always managed to do something silly and get a laugh out of Arthur. He secretly wished that he had it in him to joke about with Alfred, but he knew he'd never do it; not here, not now. He knew it was because 'just joking about' wasn't his intentions. Not even slightly.

Arthur had thought it over and over in his mind, though not even a minute had gone by. He found himself doing this constantly. Every time he saw him, while he was alone, before he went to bed, when he awoke, and sometimes, if he was lucky, he'd show up in a dream. He no longer shielded himself from the thoughts, perhaps it was because he's had them for years now and he no longer felt ashamed. He would only feel ashamed if he actually did one of the. At least, that's what he told himself. Then the thought of Alfred responding in the way Arthur intended always crossed his mind. Would he regret it then?

He blinked. He had been staring into his mirror for god knows how long. Alfred was already back to his own mirror, directly behind Arthur's, shaving the rest of his stubble and splashing his face with water. Arthur looked at his own face and realized he hadn't even finished half way. A sudden wave of embarrassment came over the Englishman as he scrambled with his blade, being cautious not to cut himself.

Alfred walked over and set his chin on Arthur's shoulder, looking in the mirror with his ally.

"You alright, Artie?"

"Yeah, lad."

No, he wasn't alright, not at all. It wasn't that Alfred's chin was digging uncomfortably into his shoulder, because it was. It was the fact that Alfred's sharp chin was gouging into his shoulder and he preferred it there. He could feel his right peck just barely brushing against his back and it was killing him. It was all there and all he had to do was turn and do it, but something was holding him back. Alfred was teasing him, or at least Arthur hoped he was.

He wiped his blade on his towel as Alfred spoke again.

"Hey, Artie."

"What?"

"What if your hands were my hands?"

Arthur paused momentarily to take in what Alfred had suggested.

"I don't think that would work, Alfred."

Alfred frowned.

"Fine, you don't have to imagine with me. I was just trying to get you to talk to me."

"Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind…with Germany and stuff."

Alfred took his head off Arthur's shoulder and readjusted his towel.

"Yeah, okay. Hey, do you think Bella would give me a kiss for saving her from Ludwig?"

Arthur gave a sarcastic laugh.

"You mean she hasn't given you one yet? That's curious."

Alfred laughed a little as well and smiled shyly.

"Because I think she's really pretty, you know?"

Arthur's heart sank. He felt as if his own ally had shot him in the stomach and left him for dead. He thought Bella was pretty?

"Oh yeah, yeah, she is."

Alfred shot a bright smile at Arthur.

"Well, if you see her, tell her I said hi, and that- I wouldn't mind that kiss."

Arthur nodded, now focusing on his shaving and dismissing anything else Alfred had to say.

"See ya, Artie."

Alfred left the room, leaving Arthur to himself.

He waited a few minutes to ensure that Alfred out be out of hearing range.

"Shit!"

He slammed his fist against the wall and threw his razor across the room. He felt so stupid, so stupid for even hoping that Alfred was even vaguely interested in him. Of course he'd be attracted to a gorgeous woman like Bella. She was every man's fantasy.

He gathered his belongings and made his way back to his room. It wasn't much compared to what he had in France, but it was something considering their circumstances. He opened his door and let out a deep sigh as he closed it behind him.

"Hello, Arthur."

Arthur was startled. Bella, the beautiful, youthful looking Belgian woman rose from his bed and gave a small smile. Her long body was covered by loose fitting, white gown that barely reached her mid-thigh, adding to the Englishman's initial shock.

"B-Bella, what are you doing here? I'm not quite decent."

"Oh, Arthur, I don't care. Come sit with me."

He shifted on his feet, removing the towel from his bare shoulders and hanging it. She was the last person he wanted to see at the moment, and her presence angered him. However, he didn't let her disrupt his seemingly kind demeanor toward his allies.

He made his way across the room and sat on the bed next to her. She smelt clean and pleasant, suddenly making him feel self-conscious of his own smell.

"What do you need, dear?"

She gave a bashful smile, looking down. Arthur raised an eyebrow in confusion. One of the straps to her gown was slipping over her shoulder, and her bosom was becoming increasingly visible. He looked away. It wasn't like Bella to dress so immodestly.

"I need to know, Arthur, how Alfred feels for me?"

Arthur's head turned back to her quickly, giving her an almost indignant expression.

"What do you mean?"

She blushed.

"Don't be stupid. All of you boys are all attractive, but Alfred's just…really handsome."

Arthur swallowed, finding himself nodding and stopping himself. Bella liked Alfred and he liked Alfred, and he wasn't about to give him up.

"Bella, don't you think Alfred's a tad bold for you?"

She frowned, fidgeting with her hands.

"Bold?"

"I mean, Alfred may be handsome, but that doesn't make him suitable for a girl like yourself."

He turned toward her, reaching forward to take strands of her hair between his fingers.

"You need someone more…experienced."

Her frown grew back into a sheepish grin again.

"What? Like you? Do you say this to all the girls you come across?"

He picked up a devilish smirk as he snaked a hand around to the back of her head, guiding her lips onto his own.

He wished Alfred would walk in. He wished Alfred would see what he was doing with Bella, and maybe he'd get upset and fight for Arthur's attention again. Though, Arthur knew that that wouldn't be the case. His ally would be angered and feel betrayed, but at the moment, the Englishman could care less. This way, he knew for sure that the Belgian woman wasn't in Alfred's arms, touching him like he was touching her. As long as no other woman or man went near Alfred while he could still fight was all that Arthur was focusing on in the moment.


The year is 1944 and the Allies are currently in Belgium. Bella, who is Belgium, make a brief and important appearance.

It seems Arthur has taken up some sinister reasonings and Alfred's acting in an odd fashion.

Stay tuned! Going all the way to present day! Thank you for reading and PLEASE REVIEW!