Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Starbucks. :D

So yeahh, why are these chapters so fracking short?! And random, I promise the story will get better, these are just like, well, I'm not sure. Enjoy them anyways?

And I apologize for any grammatical errors.


Arthur yawned loudly as he walked into the airport's Starbucks, having the usual jetlag. He figured after countless trips to America, he'd get use to the time change. But no, he was left tired, and grumpier than usual, not admitting he was so.

"Hi, how can I help you?"

"Can I just get a medium tea?"

"A Grande?"

"Sure, sure."

"Is that all?"
"Yes, thank you." Arthur held the urge to roll his eyes as the barista blushed. Oh god, not one of those girls. He could probably ask her to strip to her knickers right then and there, and she'd do it. Arthur just couldn't grasp how his accent could have such an effect.

"Arthur! Hey old man, I knew you'd be in here!" Arthur turned to see the vibrant blond waving at him frantically.

"I'm not that bloody old." Arthur grumbled as the American pulled him into a brisk hug. "And get off me!"

'Oh god Arthur, don't think about Alfred's cologne, what was it? It smells bloody amazing. Oh for the love of the queen, control yourself. Damn though, he could hug me all day long-, whoa, whoa, self control. You have it, use it.''

"Arthur, are you even listening to me?"

"Hm? Oh, hardly."

"Well I was saying let's go grab your bags!"

"I already have it." Arthur pointed to a large brown suitcase.

"Well then, let me go grab it for you, that's the heroic thing to do!"

"Uhm, here's your tea sir." The barista looked at Alfred curiously.

"Come on Iggy; get your tea-loving ass over her!"

"God save me, have a nice day." Arthur sighed at the scene the younger nation was causing. The barista simply nodded back, mentally reminding to write about the cute Brit and his boyfriend she saw today.


At 6:32 P.M exactly, Arthur realized he had a problem. He simply could not stop staring at Alfred's rear end. It could be classified as the eighth wonder of the world, and he'd be damned if anyone disagreed.

"Arthur!" Arthur ripped his eyes off of Alfred's ass, terrified that he was caught in the act. Fortunately, he was not. No, instead he crashed into Alfred.

"What the bloody hell? Why'd you stop?"

"I forgot where I parked my car!"

"Fucking hell Alfred, I thought something bad happened!"

Alfred turned around, suddenly confused. "Why would you think that?"

"I don't bloody know!"

"I swear Arthur; your old age has made you paranoid."

"Get stuffed!"


A/N: Do airports even have starbucks? I'm assuming they do. Jeez, I haven't been to an airport in FOREVER. My family prefers to do traveling by car.