Author Commentary; I don't understand how so many people still love my story, I am such an evil bitch. Oh well, I guess it's a good thing. Anyway, Alfred's story isn't going to be as angsty as Matthew's, but I hope that it'll be good.

Title; Caller

Characters; America, England, France, Lithuania, Poland

Pairs; mentions of FrUK, mention of past USAxLithuania

Warnings; some mentions of yaoi, a bit of angsting

Disclaimer; I don't own Hetalia.

Alfred yawned and sat up. He twisted around and looked at his clock. 6:58, two minutes before his alarm went off. Alfred groaned and flopped back down. He stared at the ceiling until a shrill beeping filled the air. He sighed and clicked off the alarm. He hated it when that happened. Alfred sat up and yawned. He had to get to work, then go to an audition, then go to the gym to keep in shape. If there was one thing Alfred hated about being an actor, it was how damn superficial the industry was. He knew there were a few exceptions to the 'everyone has to be skinny and fit' rule, but there weren't as many as there were beautiful and skinny people.

Alfred shook his head to dislodge the unwelcome thoughts and got up. He walked to the bathroom, rubbing his chin. Morning stubble scratched his fingertips like sandpaper. He let out a sigh and hopped into the shower.

Half an hour later, Alfred walked into the building he'd come to hate and love. He worked as a tella-marketer for some giant corporation that probably enslaved children in Nigeria. At least the pay was good. All he had to do was look busy when his boss walked by and call a few people an hour so he wasn't fired. It was a pretty slick job and it paid him twenty two bucks an hour. He plopped down his chair and winced as it screeched.

"Like, Oh em gee Alfred. Almost late much." came a voice from over top his cubicle wall. The blonde head of Feliks Łukasiewicz peeked over the flimsy wall.

Alfred got along well with the Polish cross dresser most of the time, but there had been a tense time between them when Alfred had been dating Feliks's 'BFF' Toris Laurinaitis. When they'd broken up, it wasn't three days before Feliks tore into work exclaiming that he and Toris were an item, Toris chasing after him and begging him to be quiet.

"Oh shush you. I got caught in traffic." Alfred said, "Like you've never come into work late."

Feliks giggled, "Psh, what are you talking about Al? I have like, no idea what you're talking about." he said. Alfred used to wonder why he talked like that, but then he learned that Feliks had learned English from a thirteen year old American pen pal.

"Feliks, you're supposed to be working." came a worried voice from the next cubicle over. Toris's brown hair and worried green eyes looked over at them from over the top of the walls.

Felix rolled his eyes at Toris. Alfred tuned them out as they began bickering. Well, Feliks bickered, Toris argued worriedly. He'd become used to the constant chatter between the two of them. They'd been friends for so long that Alfred didn't have a chance at joining the daily back-and-forth, especially since they'd just switched to Lithuanian and Polish.

Before he put on his headset and began 'work', Alfred pulled his cellphone from his pocket and checked it. Nothing. At least, nothing from his brother, Matthew. Alfred furrowed his brows and stared at his phone like it might go off any minute, bringing news from Canada.

Nothing.

Alfred sighed and put his phone away. He used to be so close to his brother, but lately they'd been drifting. 'Lately' being used at a stretch. Ever since Alfred had gone through his little bulimia issue, Matthew had gotten increasingly distant with him. They still talked almost every day, but Matthew talked less an less about himself. Alfred hadn't minded at first, being the attention whore that he was, but he wanted to have that close relationship again.

The work day wore on and Alfred could barely concentrate on what he was doing, his mind elsewhere. This wasn't unusual for him. Toris tried to keep him in line, as usual, and Felix did his best to distract him, as usual.

"Hey Al, you're like, totally out of it today. Seriously." Feliks said when they went on their lunch break.

"Oh really? Sorry." Alfred said.

Feliks gave him a look that was half scepticism and half friendly concern, "Seriously Al, what's up with you today? Something happen at home?"

Alfred sighed and scratched the back of his neck, "Guess I'm just worrying over my little brother. He hasn't called in a while."

Feliks raised a perfectly waxed eyebrow, "Didn't something like this happen like, last week? You were totes flipping out because you hadn't heard from him in like, four days. Didn't he turn out to just like, sick as a dog or something?"

Alfred nodded, "Well, that's what he told me anyway."

"Oh dear. That totally doesn't sound good."

Alfred sat down, "Yeah, but he wouldn't tell me what was up." Alfred said, sighing, "We just aren't close like we used to be."

"Bummer." Feliks said, sitting next to Alfred, "I hope everything turns out okay."

Alfred smiled at him, "Thanks Feliks."

Author Commentary; This was going to be longer, but I got stuck and decided to stop fighting with it. Hopefully I figure out how to get it going by the next chapter.

Edit; Holy shit . What the crap? It took me forever to be able to upload this. Stupid freaking bugs.