Nice to meet you! – FRxUKxUS - Hetalia fan-fiction.

- Chapter 1 -

"Come back!" ,Arthur yelled at Alfred and started to run. He was trying to catch Alfred , who had taken his police hat. "Give it back, America!" he yelled again but he couldn't catch him. Always when he could nearly grab his neck collar, Alfred took a leap forward. 'how does he do that?' , Arthur asked himself and stopped because he was to exhausted to run any further. 12 meters ahead, Alfred also stopped an turned around. "Are you giving up?" , he yelled while walking slowly towards his British friend. "Give back my hat!" ,Arthur puffed from exhaustion, "I am ... really not in the mood… for your silly games!" But Alfred was in the mood for silly games and he obviously didn't want to stop already so he gave it another try and said: "If you want it, come and get it!"
He rested on his left leg and swung the police hat around one finger. "You give it back! Now!" Arthur suddenly shouted. It seemed to work. Alfred stopped swinging, "Alright then!" he yelled back at him. For just a few seconds Arthur actually believed that he had convinced the American to be serious for once. "Catch!" he heard from Alfred's direction, and suddenly he felt his legs moving. He didn't control them at all, like it all worked automatically. He looked at his flying hat , that was above him in the air. He ran towards it with open arms to catch it. Crash! Arthur ran into a lamppost and fell on the ground. He could hear Alfred's clear voice saying: "Britain, are you ok?"
"Who the hell is Britain?" was the last thing he could hear himself say. Then he passed out.

A few beams of light fell through Arthur's eyelids as he started to regain consciousness. His head hurt and his sense of orientation had completely disappeared. His eyes fluttered open to immediately close again by the bright light. He felt himself lying on something soft that was also firm at the same time. He turned his head to see that he lay on a pair of legs but he had no time to wonder whose legs they could be because at that moment he heard a noise from very far away. "Britain! You're alive!" it said, and the voice was coming closer. He turned his head and looked straight at the very broad-smiling face of an unfamiliar man with blonde hair. There was a silly strand of hair sticking out in the front. He hadn't seen such a funny thing all his life. "Please don't be mad at me for laying your head on my legs" he said with an apologetic sound in his voice "I only wanted to take care of you the best way I could."

"Where am I?" Arthur asked, still staring at the man's silly hair strand. "Home", said the man, "And to be clear: we're in the living room." Arthur tried sitting up straight, but he fell back on the man's soft but also firm legs. "It's ok, Britain, just rest for a bit." The man said, and stroked though Arthur's wild spiky blond hair. "What did you call me?" Arthur asked, and the unfamiliar man opened his bright blue eyes as wide as he could, "I... Britain... I called you Britain. What's wrong with that, Arthur, I always call you Britain." Arthur started laughing and kept yelling "Britain! What a stupid name!" He laughed until his throat aced. As he was tired of laughing at his own name, he asked: "Who are you by the way?" Now the man, he was resting his head on, looked even more surprised. "I am America," he said wonderingly, "Don't tell me you can't remember me!" Arthur thought for a minute and looked at the man's face several times. At his eyes that were as blue as the brightest ocean he could imagine and the square silvery glasses that covered them. "No, I'm sorry, America. I can't remember you." He said and then realized; "How did I even get here?"

After Alfred had told Arthur what happened, he tried to get him in the shower. Arthur had landed in a puddle of mud after he fell so he was dirty from the back of his head to his ankles.

Alfred shoved his shoulder under Arthur and lifted him off the couch. "You ok, Britain?"

Arthur grinned and puffed "Sure, I'm alright" but his belly hurt because Alfred's big shoulder poked it. When they finally arrived in the bathroom Alfred let Arthur sit on the toilet lid.

"Can… you take your clothes off yourself or…?", Alfred asked shyly, looking the other way as if Arthur would have smacked him for this question. But then he remembered that Arthur didn't know he was Arthur and he realized that he also couldn't know that he disliked Alfred.

Trying to look as serious as possible but unable to prevent a grin, he asked: "Shall I help you take 'em off?" Arthur was poking his own leg. Harder and harder until Alfred stopped him. "What are you doing?" he asked, holding his poking hand away from Britain's leg. "I can't feel my legs." He muttered, "It's like they're not mine… I don't feel them at all." He started poking again, but Alfred caught his hand and with his free hand he Stroked thought his own hair to think about the situation. "Well…", he sighed, "Maybe your legs are just sleeping." He was probably only convincing himself that it was less bad than he thought because Arthur wasn't paying attention. Instead he was very into playing with the toilet paper. "Alright!" Arthur called, "Since you can't move your legs, I..." He swallowed and looked at the Brit, who seemed to be interested in his bath duck, "I'll have to undress you!"

First Alfred took Arthurs shirt off. He let Arthur 'throw his hands in the air!' so he could just slip the shirt right off his body. While he was doing so Arthur started twitching, "Your hands are cold!", he giggled. "Sorry , dude.", Alfred murmured and got to open Arthurs pants. He hesitated, "Is it really okay for you that I do this?" He didn't get an answer because Arthur was playing with the American's stray strand of hair like a little cat. "It tickles my belly!", he laughed. Alfred suddenly felt a somehow nice feeling heat going up his legs and down his back. He shook it off and took the chance to open his pants and unzip it. He sighed in relief, and went on taking off the damn pants completely. He pushed his one hand under Arthurs butt cheek to lift him up a little so he could slide off his pants with the other hand. It worked out pretty well, except that he had miscalculated the situation and Arthur fell from the toilet seat right on top of Alfred. "Damn..." he grumbled. Arthur had landed on him, and his naked belly lay right on his face. Alfred tried to open his eyes. 'Wow... That guy has nice abs.' he thought.

When he finally got Arthur to stand up straight and holding on to his shoulders, he looked down at him again to see what he should take off next. He caught himself looking at Arthur's abs again and he shook his head.

A few minutes later Arthur was standing in the shower naked. Alfred held on to him so he wouldn't fall over again. He washed Arthur as far as he could without having to let go of him and when he was ready he helped him out of the shower and dried off his body. He Stroked the soft towel over Arthur's skin and when he got to his belly he caught himself getting slower and slower. Lastly he just sat there staring at it. That nicely formed belly button, looking sweet like a small ripe strawberry. And then these wonderful abs. he felt like kissing them and licking that sweet belly button. After a minute of staring Alfred shocked out of his day dream and blushed, but Arthur didn't even notice it because he was being occupied with Alfred's stray hair strand again. Alfred sighed and got back to business.

When Arthur was dry and sat on his own, although unfamiliar, bed he suddenly felt his toes tingling. "A… America!" he yelled, because America was in the room next door to get clean clothes for Arthur. "America! M-my feet tingle!" he cried and laughed at the time like a little kid. "That's great!" Alfred pointed out, as he put his head through the door opening. He came in and laid some clothes on the bed. "Well… this is the only thing that's clean at the moment", he said and pointed at a white suit with a long red jacket. "I'm sorry to bring this up again, Britain." Arthur stood up, what was working well again, and took the suite, "This is awesome!", he said, "This is the most beautiful suit I have ever seen!" He put on the suite and the jacket and looked at himself in the mirror. "I look great!", he said smiling and turned to Alfred. Alfred blushed and realized that Arthur's memory got destroyed so much, that he couldn't even remember the worst fight they had ever had. Alfred didn't want to think about it so he changed the topic as quick as he could. "Well, how do we make your memory work again?", he asked himself because Arthur was more busy admiring himself in the mirror.

End of chapter 1 –