CAN I APOLOGIZE PROFUSELY? I feel down right awful. I mean, I lost inspiration for this story, and then there were school finals, and then other junk.

SO I PRESENT A CHAPTER OF PANCAKES AND OTHER THINGS.

By the way, I'm a review slut. So slut it up for me and review. ;)

Sorry for any grammatical errors, and I don't own Hetalia, or pancakes. Sadly.


Arthur wasn't going lie. Somewhere, subconsciously in the back of his mind, he wanted to wake up with a destroyed pillow wall, and clinging American on his side. Who'd wake up and realize his intense love for Arthur and would want to take him right then and there, and then-. Well, you get the point. Instead, he woke up with a pillow slammed on his stomach.

Struggling out of the large comforter, he opened his eyes to see a distressed Alfred.

"What the hell?" He grumbled his voice thick with sleep.

"That's what I keep asking!" He sighed, pushing his glasses up.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong? Or perhaps throw another pillow at me?"

"Look outside! Just look!"

"It's raining."

"Yes! It's a mother fucking downpour!" Alfred sighed for a second time, flopping himself on the bed. "Nothing is going right, Iggy. First I mess up the hotel room, and now the weather is crappy. I'm never ever, ever, ever, ever, trusting a weatherman again. The asshole said it was going to be bright and sunny and amazing! That's what he said yesterday! I'm so sorry Iggy."

"Hey," Arthur looked at the American. "It's not that big of a deal. These things happen all the time." Arthur wished he was an expert at cheering people up. If there was a list of those cheery kinds of people, Arthur would be on the bottom with Ivan and Berwald. It was depressing, really.

"It is that big of a deal! I had this all planned out, and you took the time to visit me, and know you probably want to go home, and, and-!"

"Belt up, Alfred."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means you need to shut up. If I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't have said yes in the first place, and so what if we've have a couple of set backs, it happens to the best of us." Alfred nodded his head, unconvinced.

"Look, we have what-, like three hours till check out? Let's pack our things up, check out now, go to breakfast, and see how the weather is then, okay?"

"Really?"

"Yes, and you can pick out what we do if the weather hasn't cleared up."

"Really?"

"Really ,really."

"Okay, I'm going to go get dressed!"

"Sure, and cheer up, Alfred?"

"Only for you, Artie!"


"Hey look! A pancake house!" Alfred braked suddenly, causing the half awake Brit to lurch forward. Thank god for seatbelts.

"Alfred, you bloody dolt! You can't just stop, oh, lovely, people are honking at us." He groaned, sliding down in his seat.

"Can we eat there, Iggy?"

"Yes, yes! Now stop holding up traffic!" Alfred laughed, making a u-turn into the restaurant's parking lot.

"Shit, won't be surprised if I bloody die at the end of the day."

"Please, you have me! And I'm-!"

"A hero, yes Alfred, I know."

Brushing off the sarcastic tone, the American looked at the heavy rain.

"Maybe we should wait till it clears up a little?"

"I seriously doubt it's going to stop anytime soon. Just rush to the door."

"Like a race?"

"Sure, and the loser has to pay!"

"Fine," Alfred snickered. "But don't complain when you get your hip out of place, old man."

"Don't come crying to me when your stupid ass trips and you fall into a puddle."


"I totally won!" Alfred grin, rubbing the rain off his glasses.

"You wish." The Brit grinned, his hair resembling a wet dog, only strawberry scented.

"I got through the door first!"

"Sure you did. You lost, so just pay up!"

"But I didn't lose!"

"Yes you did!"

"Who won?" Alfred asked a smirking middle aged woman.

"The one with the accent, for sure." A young waitress said, pouring coffee to an equally young couple.

"Give me a break Beth. You only say that 'cause he's got an accent." The middle aged women laughed.

"So did I win?"

"I would reckon."

"Yes! Woo-hoo! In your face, Artie!" Alfred cheered, flipping Arthur the bird.

"Whatever, table for two please."

Once the two had sat down, and Alfred had calmed down, Arthur spoke. "What are you going to get to eat?"

"I don't know, you don't think they serve cheeseburgers this early, do you?"

"I wouldn't bet on it." Arthur replied, suppressing a rude remark.

"I'll probably get chocolate chip pancakes then!"

"You know what?" Arthur smiled at Alfred. "That sounds so bloody good right now."

The two chatted about the weather, Alfred spilled Arthur's tea, Alfred asked for crayons and a kid's menu, so he could be entertained as they waited for their meals, the two decided to play tic-tac-toe, Arthur won,

'When did Alfred get so sexy? God, keep it in your pants Arthur, this is your ex colony you're fantasizing about. A completely snog worthy ex colony. Stop that! Stop what? I'm creeping myself out, and arguing with yourself.' Arthur sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Internally conflicting with his raging hormones gave him a headache.

"Arthur, you're phone is ringing."

"Hm? Oh yeah, I should answer that."

"Yeah… Are you okay?"

"United Kingdom speaking. Oh god, why the hell are you calling me? Go bother someone else… I did not need to know that, you disgusting frog… Wait, really? Ew, that's disgusting… I'm hanging up now… No, you may not… No! Francis, what makes you think I want to know about you're sex escapades with… Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. Great, now every time I see him that's all I'll think about. I hate you, goodbye." Arthur looked at Alfred suddenly.

"Oh god, pretend you didn't hear any of that conversation."

"Who was Francis with?" Alfred asked.

"N-no one, it's not important. Look our food is arriving!"

"Here's ya' meal, enjoy!" The waitress grinned as she put down the plates.

"This looks fucking awesome." Alfred looked at Arthur happily.

"It does." Arthur grinned back.

Arthur ate silently as Alfred ranted about how amazing Disney-world is, and how awesome his breakfast was. "I'm telling ya' Iggy, this is the best breakfast I've had in a while!"

"No kidding? You practically wolfed it down in five minutes." He said, staring at the empty plate. The American laughed, rubbing his head sheepishly.

"I'm pretty hungry." He grinned, gazing at the remaining half of Arthur's pancakes.

"Fine." Arthur sighed, hoping the karma fairy would make Alfred accidentally trip, and accidentally crash his lips on his, and then accidentally continue, and then accidentally ask for more, and then-. He was getting too ahead of himself.

"Fine, what?"

"You can finish the pancakes."

"I can?"

"Go ahead."

"I swear, you're like, my hero or something."

"Sure, sure, just finish the damn pancakes."

"What should we do next?" Arthur questioned as he finished his tea.

"Hmm, well I saw an aquarium near the hotel."

"You did?"

"Yeah, it was kind of small, though." Alfred, shrugged, grabbing a few complimentary mints on the way out.

"You want to go to an aquarium?" Arthur hated aquariums; sure, the fish were pretty. But how much fun is looking at fish in tanks? It actually kind of depressed him.

"Sure, why not?"

"Alright, you're in charge."

"Awesome!"


"Alfred, I have never met someone as stupid as you."

"How was I suppose to know it was a place to buy aquariums?"

"God, it was called Aquarium Fanatics!"

"It has the fucking word in it! It sounded legit to me!"

"You are so dense!"

Suddenly Alfred pulled into a vacant parking lot.

"What the hell, Alfred?"

"Jesus," His hands tightened on the steering wheel. "I'm sorry I keep messing things up, okay? I know I can be really, you know, stupid. But I mean. Fuck it's hot in this car."

"Alfred, what the hell has gotten into you?"

"I need fresh air." Alfred sighed and jumped out of the car.

"Wait! Alfred, it's raining!" Arthur shouted at the already departed American. "Great Arthur, first step to seducing someone is to piss them off. Wait, who said anything about seduction? God, I need to shut up." Arthur sighed as he looked at Alfred standing on the other side of the parking lot, glaring at a nearby tree. Sighing once more, Arthur unbuckled and walked briskly over to Alfred.

"What the hell, Alfred? What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing is going according to plan, and it's pissing me off!"

"And running into the rain is going to make it better?"

"Well, I mean, uh, well no." Alfred shrugged.

"Exactly, now let's go back to the hotel and just see if our rooms are ready." Alfred finally looks at Arthur, and nodded slowly.

"Good, now come on, I hate the rain."

As the two walked back towards the car, Alfred called Arthur's name.

"What is it, Alfred?" Arthur turned around, only to get a mouthful of puddle water.

"That's for insulting me!" Alfred laughed, jumping in another puddle.

"You wanker!" Arthur growled, kicking water in Alfred's direction.

"You're kind of sexy when you're angry, old man." Alfred teased.

"Sod off." Arthur turned away, blushing furiously.


I'm such a total douche for not updating this in a while, I apologize profusely.

Oh yeah, when will they ever get to Disney! And who do you think Francis had sex escapades with? :D