Haha sorry for the freaking long wait everyone! I've been super busy with school and stuff.

I'm really super tired right now so... Thank you to all the new followers! And favorite-ers! (Because that's totally a word.)

Anyways... I hope you enjoy what I've come up with. :D

Disclaimer: Do I own Hetalia or any of its characters? Lolnope.

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My feet were killing me. Alfred had been dragging me around town for ages, and the number of things I had tried on is completely absurd. He insisted upon carrying all of the shopping bags (5 so far) and was dragging me along to the next shop. Earlier this morning, after my embarrassing sob-fest, Alfred had made me some tea. Then he found a red sweatshirt and some jeans that fit me pretty well, they were only a little big. His brother must be fairly small. My mind continued to wander, as Alfred stood in the middle of the sidewalk. He was blocking the regular traffic of people.

"Crap... I know that shop is around here somewhere..." Alfred looked around, frowning in concentration.

"Well, I'm sure you'll remember sooner or later. Is this the one you've been going on about all morning?" I asked, leading him over to a bench where I could sit down and rest my feet. Concrete and clouds are very different to walk on. Not to mention I pretty much flew everywhere I could.

But Alfred was gleaming, and completely energetic. "Yea this is the one I've been telling you about! Most the clothes I've gotten you are kinda boring and old-fashioned. This store is like... Awesome! My friend Gilbert showed it to me! It's kinda punk styled, but they have skater stuff and rock stuff and a whole bunch of British stuff!" He was practically bouncing on his heels as he explained the shop to me.

"Well Alfred, it sounds interesting. But don't we have enough clothes already? And correct me if I'm wrong, but humans use money, and clothes cost quite a bit... How are you affording all of this?" I asked, cocking a large eyebrow up towards him in question.

Surprisingly, he chuckled a bit. "Artie don't worry about the money! I'm rich as crap! My mom's a model, that's where I get my great looks," He grinned at me as I rolled my eyes, trying not to blush. "and my dad is physicist. So I've got money. And I want to at least see you in some rocker-jeans before we go home." His cheerful grin had become slightly smug as he looked down at me.

"Alright then, fine." I sighed, standing up once again. Alfred's grin reverted back to goofy as he grabbed my hand and began dragging me.

"I just remembered where it is! It's kinda small so it's hard to find." He laughed lightly as he came to a stop outside a small shop whose sign read 'World Series'.

"It's a totally country themed shop. Come on~!" Alfred pointed out as he dragged me inside. Instantly I saw flags all over the place, as well as darkly colored clothing with leather and metal chains attached. Ripped jeans were lined up next to that style of clothing. I had a sneaking suspicion those were the 'rocker-pants' Alfred wanted to see me in. I studied them for a moment. They all looked relatively tight fitting, with creative metal designs along the sides or pockets. Honestly they were slightly intruiging.

However, the main thing that caught my attention was the vast variety of clothing in the British section. It went from dark and dangerous to bright and colorful. It was an interesting sight.

I picked up a black leather jacket, eyeing it curiously. I wasn't so sure I would like this style at first, but already it was starting to grow on me. "Alfred, I'm going to choose some stuff, but do you think I could try it on first?" I asked curiously as I picked out a pair of dark, ripped, rocker-jeans to go with the jacket.

The American was gleaming ear-to-ear. "You like this stuff? Awesome! I was so worried you would hate it, but I figured I'd take ya anyways! Oh, the changing room is back there by the way." He gestured towards a hallway behind the Italian section.

"Thank you lo- Alfred." I caught myself quickly, almost using a pet name. I grumbled to myself in annoyance as I yanked a union-jack shirt off of the rack and walked off to change. I had to be more careful. I mean, if I tell him I like him I might not ever be able to see him again. And that would kill me inside.

Grumbling to myself again, I changed quickly. I had done it so much that morning that I almost had it down to an art when it came to avoiding my injuries (which Alfred had bought medical supplies for). Slowly the image in the mirror registered in my mind. I looked like a punk rocker... Well, kind of. I suppose it was time to show Alfred.

I walked out of the dressing room to find Alfred waiting patiently outside the dressing room. Quite red in the face actually, I hope he isn't getting sick. "Well Alfred, what do you think?" I asked him a bit shyly.

"It... It looks really good on you Artie. Like, really good." He said, as I just grew crimson.

"Well that's... Good." I replied awkwardly, studying myself at all angles in one of those fancy mirrors that let you do that. I did look nice. Certainly not angel-like at all though.

Alfred walked over towards me as I studied the metal design on the jean's back pockets. He smirked lightly as he glanced over in the mirror, "Yea Artie you look great. Why don't you go pick out whatever you want from here. I'll buy it. I'm getting me some stuff too. But yea. You look great." He stated again, glancing back to the mirror.

"Oh... Alright I guess. Thank you. I'm going to change back into your brother's stuff real quick though. I'll be out in a moment." He nodded as I went back into the changing room. Did I forget to mention the combat boots I came upon? They looked amazing.

I walked out to where Alfred was waiting with an American flag styled jacket and some superhero t-shirts. If I was remembering correctly then they consisted of Captain America, Iron Man, Batman, Superman, and Green Lantern. I almost laughed; he was really an adorable geek.

He saw me approach him and quickly moved to conceal something. "Artie, hurry and pick your stuff out. Once you do, I can show you the most perfect and amazing shirt for you ever!" He said excitedly, holding something black behind his back.

"I'm going, I'm going..." I mumbled, picking out some more punk styled clothing. After I had a small pile I walked back over to Alfred, trying to peek behind his back.

"Can I see now?" I asked impatiently. He had done this in every store we had gone to, and each time he showed me something I absolutely fell in love with. In the last store it had been a red checkered scarf. Before that it was a forest green sweater vest. I had no idea what Alfred had managed to find this time around.

"Close your eyes ~" He teased. He waited patiently as I closed my eyes and put my hands over them, for good measure.

He chuckled, and lifted my hands up to a holding position. Then I felt him place something on them, definitely shirt material. "Ok, now open them!"

I opened my eyes and gasped. It was the perfect shirt. It was a black, long sleeved tee with nothing particularly special about it... That was until you looked at the back. On the back there were white angel wings, beautifully illustrated. They lined up almost perfectly to where my wings had been previously.

I looked up to Alfred, who looked down with nervous blue eyes. "So... So you like it?" He asked, obviously unsure.

I shook my head no. "No, I don't. I love it. It's... Perfect. Thank you." He sighed in relief, smiling.

"That's great! I'm glad. Hey I'm gonna go buy all of our crap, okay? You just go sit down. Then we can go home." I nodded thankfully and sat down, glad to rest my feet even for a moment.

Alfred came back a few minutes later, gleaming. More than usual. "Why are you so cheerful?" I asked, glancing back at the store clerk.

"No reason in particular. Alice, the clerk, just told me she was looking forward to meeting you at school. I kinda started talking about you." He chuckled to himself, holding the door open for me as we walked outside.

"Well, alright then. I suppose we should get me registered then?" I asked him, remembering our plan.

"Yea, sounds good to me! Tomorrow though, it's kinda late to register you." I nodded and then blushed as he took my hand yet again, leading us back to his car.

I got in the passenger seat, and looked up at the stars as we began driving. Slowly my eyelids fluttered shut and a fell asleep against the cool window, listening to Al hum along to his CD.

The stars lean down to kiss you
And I lie awake and miss you
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere
Cause I'll dose off safe and soundly
But I'll miss your arms around me
I'll send a postcard to you dear
Cause I wish you were here~

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Heh... Punk!BritanniaAngel!England. I gave no idea what gave me that idea, but I like it. XDD

And yush. Alfred listens to Owl City. BI

I kinda really wish that the World Series shop existed... But nope. I made it up. ;A;

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