My Ally
[Yaoi] USA/UK (AKA: Alfred/Arthur)
Read and weep (or review …either or ^_^)
A/N: Hello all, it's been quite awhile. I'm at writer's block, so you get a smutty yaoi fanfiction from it.
I apologize now, I'm not deep into this fandom. I haven't done extensive research on Hetalia, I haven't watched the AMVs, read fanfiction, or anything. I've just watched the anime through episode 48. And I'm not good at history; I'm going off my high school memory. This will be a smaller series, with an ending, and so on and so forth. I apologize for my English, grammar, spelling, and so forth. Bear with me.
That and thanks for the hit!
Rated: M [for the safe side]
Style: 3rd person, US=seme, UK=uke
Warnings: M/M, yaoi, slash fiction
CHAPTER ONE:
Arthur Kirkland paused. Something was wrong – he could feel it.
In the distance he could hear voices, and their tones made him uneasy. Arthur put down his book and moved from his house in toward the forest. He moved toward the underbrush where there were a bunch of people around his age gathered around something. Hearing screams and arguing he walked closer to try and figure out what was happening.
"No…please!!" a child's cry rang from above the other young men.
"He's mine, let him go!" one of the older boys shouted.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you," another returned, a young man grabbing the kid in the center by the arm and pulling him. "Why do you get all the fun, why can't we share?"
"O-oww," the child's cries began again. "L-let go of me!"
"What's going on here?" Arthur asked, approaching the crowd. Eveyone paused, and Arthur found his patience wearing thin. "Well?"
An older boy with long blonde hair turned to Arthur and rolled his eyes. "Oh Arthur is here. See what racquet you caused?"
In the center of the circle of young men was a child, and Arthur paused. He looked like many of them when they were younger – soft blonde strands of hair, large eyes – but there was something different about the kid.
One of the young men grabbed the child by the arm and forced the child toward him. "If you stopped trying to steal what belongs to us away, there wouldn't be a problem," the young man shouted out. "Now let's settle this."
"Fine," the blonde man grinned, rolling up his sleeves. "Let's settle this."
"S-stop," the child cried. "L-let me…"
They were hurting the child. Finally something snapped within Arthur, and his anger rose out of control. "Stop it!" Arthur yelled. He took the blonde man by the collar and pushed him aside. "For the queen's sake, he's just a kid!" he yelled at the other boys. "Can't you leave him alone?"
"You can't fool us, Arthur," one of his brothers said. "You want the kid for yourself, don't you?"
"You're sick," Arthur growled, and flew his arms outwards. "Just go, out with you!" The people around him shifted. "I mean now!!"
With many grumbles the others finally moved away from the area. Arthur rubbed the side of his temple. He really hated dealing with interpersonal affairs like this.
"S-sorry…" came a small voice behind him.
Arthur turned to the child. The child looked up to him with large blue eyes, and was holding the sides of his arms where bruises were begining to form. Arthur shook his head and placed a hand on the kid's shoulders.
"You need to learn to stand up for yourself," he advised the kid from experience. "Don't let them pick on you like that."
"B-but…" Tears started to gather on the child's bottom eyelid, and Arthur could feel his shoulders shaking. "But I don't know…"
Arthur gave a sigh, and kneeled down before the crying child. "Hey, don't cry," he said. The child winced as Arthur moved his hand up to his face and wiped away the tears. "No more tears."
"Where do I go?" the child blurted out, tears falling even harder over Arthur's fingers. "They keep coming…" his knees curled up to his chest, and the child hugged them close. "They always keep coming…"
Arthur wasn't sure what to do, and the other countries were gone. "Hey," he tried again, tipping the child's chin upwards. "You can stay with me if you like."
"With you?" the child repeated. "But I…"
"It's really okay," Arthur assured. "It's lonely all alone, come on." He grabbed the child's hand and pulled him to his feet. "What's your name?"
The child sniffed and tightly grasped at the larger hand. "A-Alfred…"
Alfred Jones. How many headaches would this child cause Arthur over the next century?
"Kirkland, are you paying attention?"
Green eyes snapped open and Arthur searched the table around him. The other people around them were staring at him, and he shook his head.
"No, it's nothing, continue," Arthur replied. He could almost see Alfred's face splattered with content to know he hadn't been paying attention, and avoided his younger counterpart's eyes from across the table. He instead reorganized the papers in front of him and listened to the meeting at hand.
"We'll have to plan an attack," one of the men said. "Now with Alfred here, we've modified the plan to…"
Alfred, why did it always have to revolve around Alfred? Arthur shuffled through his papers, bending the edges and dropping a note here and there on the desk before him. Gritting his teeth together he put the papers back in order and slid them into the folder.
It was irritating. Why did Alfred always irritate him? Even after centuries the boy still knew exactly how to hit his nerves. And Arthur didn't like it, not one bit.
"It's been awhile!" Alfred said with a grin, poking Arthur in the side. When Arthur didn't respond the poking continued.
"Idiot," Arthur breathed finally before shaking Alfred off. "It hasn't been that long."
The meeting ended on a positive note, and the others began to talk amongst themselves and filter out of the conference room. Arthur saw no need to stick around any longer and tried to leave, but Alfred persistently continued their conversation.
"Letters and telephones are so much different than actually speaking to you in person," Alfred laughed, continuing to follow behind Arthur. "Come on, we should go somewhere. We should go drinking with the others or something."
Arthur stopped and flipped around. "Why are you following me?"
"Well about that…" Alfred digressed. Arthur knew there had to be some sort of ulterior motive, at least that hadn't changed with the youth. "I was wondering if I could stay with you while I'm working with you and the other…"
"No," Arthur cut him off immediately.
"Well than at least treat me to dinner?" Alfred pleaded.
This set off one of Arthur's nerves. "Etiquette, have you ever heard such a thing as etiquette?"
"Nope, never," Alfred grinned. "Come on, I haven't come to visit you in years."
"Jones, I'm not taking you to dinner," Arthur stated. "Just because we work for the same team now doesn't mean you get to eat me out of house and home anymore." Wasn't that the point of becoming independent?
"Well then can I take you to dinner?" Alfred suggested.
"No that's fine, I don't care for American foods," Arthur replied.
"Then we should go drinking," Alfred deduced. "Come on, booze is booze. All goes to the same place, all does the same thing." He smiled at his sheer brilliance. "Yeah, let's go drinking. I'll even spot you a couple dollars."
Arthur gave a reluctant sigh. "Alright, alright, I'll go with you."
"I want you to pay me back though," Alfred clarified.
"Let's just go before I change my mind," Arthur said. There was something that had been bothering him, and he wouldn't mind drinking himself under the table tonight.
Not with Alfred, but at home.
At home in the cupboards there was a nice bottle of vodka from Russia he hadn't opened yet, and if it was anything like whisky, he could drink himself under the table then. He glanced over to Alfred as the younger man rattled off more details about the bar he wanted to go to. Alfred joining their side of the war didn't ease his nerves like he had hoped, and rather it only made him feel more uneasy.
"A…Kirkland, you okay?" Alfred asked suddenly.
Ignoring any stray thought, Arthur reprimanded Alfred for getting too ambitious. "Idiot, I can handle myself." That was a lie: a complete, blatant lie.
But for what it was worth, Alfred bought it. "Great, then let the rounds begin!" Arthur sighed at his brother's stupidity. He missed this.
God, he missed this.
~end chapter one~
AkaiButterfly Notes: Yes, nothing too much happened in this chapter, but I needed to get some sort of ground. R&R please!! This is the first fanfiction I've written in awhile. I tried to make this set during WWI, and the plan is to have it progress through the beginning of WWII – or something.
PREVIEW: Let the drinking begin! Arthur deals with memories – good and bad – of raising Alfred, and in a drunken state things happen.
Join me next time, R&R
