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Disclaimer: I don't have Hetalia, otherwise THERE WOULD BE A DAMN AUSTRALIA.
Also, there's lots of cursing, sorry if that bothers you. :\
Arthur couldn't decide if god really hated him, or loved him in a sickening manner.
"What do you mean?"
"Arthur I'm so sorry! I really thought I had booked the hotel for Thursday through Monday!"
Arthur could've have kicked a small kitten at that moment, or France. Somehow, Alfred had managed to mess up the hotel arrangement and had booked them Friday through Monday. Oh yeah, Arthur wouldn't mind a good drink at the moment.
"I have awesome news though!"
"A bar serving free beer?" Arthur mumbled, running his hands through his hair.
"What? No! There's one open room at the moment!"
"Thank the queen."
"Well, there's a problem with the room."
"Oh come on, what could it be? Was a prostitute killed in there? Is it haunted? The toilet doesn't flush right? What could be worse than not having a hotel at bloody 11 P.M?"
"A pterodactyl could have eaten your luggage."
"That's true, but not the point. What's wrong with the room?" Alfred fidgeted under the older nation's stare. "Is it really that bad?"
"It's the honeymoon suite."
"Pardon?" Arthur groaned. "That means only one bed-, oh my god; people are going to think we're together." Arthur sighed, sitting on his suitcase. "I don't know Alfred, isn't there any other hotel?"
"Well sure there is, but I kind of already booked the room…"
"You what?"
"I'm sorry Iggy! It's just one night, plus they have complimentary champagne! And a tempurpedic bed!"
'Of course, the time I suddenly start lusting after Alfred. Oh yeah, this will turn out well. Maybe there's a couch I can sleep on, or maybe Alfred will pull the 'hero' thing and sleep on the floor… Yeah right…'
"I hate you."
"I'm taking that as a yes!"
"Are those rose petals on the bed?"
"Well, what do you know." Alfred laughed, setting their luggage down. Yes, theirs. Alfred insisted on taking Arthur's luggage as well.
"Could this get any more bizarre?"
"Well actually- I could have ordered-!"
"Rhetorical question."
The nations unpacked in an awkward silence. "Well," Alfred cleared his throat. "I'm going to go take a shower."
"Have at it; I'm going to toss these rose petals in the bin."
While Alfred was in the shower, Arthur made a call to the queen, and sat on the bed, trying to think of sleeping arrangements.
When Alfred opened the door, Arthur's heart stopped, what if Alfred came out in just a towel or boxers? Arthur was afraid he wouldn't have the self control to stop himself.
"Are you okay? You're face is kind of red."
"Of course I am you dolt and you better have not used all the hot water." Arthur grumbled, sighing on the inside when Alfred came out in black sweats and a shirt that said 'Forget the horses, ride a cowboy.' Arthur might have to take him up on that offer.
Walking into the bathroom, England stumbled over his foot.
"Alfred," The Brit called to him. "Am I really looking at a heart shaped Jacuzzi?"
"Afraid so!"
Oh god kill him now.
To wear his pajama top or to not, that was the question.
It wasn't like he wanted to impress Alfred, well, he did have nice abs, and look at those toned arms, oh yeah, what a man.
Right, that wasn't what he wanted to do, or, it wasn't his top priority. Arthur didn't want to embarrass himself into a permanent depression. He didn't even realize the pajama top he picked out. Back at his loft, he hastily grabbed pajamas, with out a second glance. How he wished for a second glance.
Arthur's top had a unicorn on it. Not some manly unicorn with a goatee or mauling the shit out of a squid with laser beams.
This unicorn had a pink mane
And a rainbow in the background.
It was a gag gift from Princess Diana way back when, and he couldn't get rid of it. It held to many memories. But damn, out of all the times to bring it with him.
Arthur decided to go shirtless.
"Alfred," Arthur said, walking out of the room, rubbing his damp hair with a towel. "What are we going to do about sleeping…? What is that?"
"Uhm." Alfred looked away suddenly, his face pink.
'Why the hell is his face pink? He said my face was red, is it the lighting?'
"Alfred?"
"It's a pillow wall!"
"A pillow wall?"
"Yeah, I was thinking, I'm sure as hell not sleeping on some uncomfortable couch, and god forbid the floor. I figured you'd feel the same way, so I went to the front desk and asked for a shit load of pillows, and ta-da! A pillow wall so nothing awkward will happen!"
"What makes you think something awkward would happen?"
Alfred turned red, mumbling something incoherent.
"What was that?"
"I have a cuddling problem!" He yelled, taking the older nation by surprise.
"…Well then…"
A/N: Haha, Alfred and his cuddling problem. Yeah. Nice one self *high fives* Next Chapter is Disney, I swear!
