Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Note: I would be using their character names, mostly. This is an AU fic—a very AU one. Also, I would like to apologize early for any out of character behaviour and/or poor plotting.

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It is love.

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He looks at the necklace with an irritated expression. The hot Egyptian sun scorches high up in the air. Only two weeks have passed by and he's nearly been caught once again. He's becoming reckless.

Everywhere in the marketplace, there are hundreds of conniving merchants and thousands of clueless tourists. Arthur quickly pockets the trinket and walks into a random direction. He stops in front of a shop. He doesn't go in after catching a glimpse of the grinning owner looking at him in earnest.

With one hand still in his pocket, Arthur thumbs the small heart. He doesn't understand why he's keeping it; it's supposed to mean nothing to him, really. The Englishman is now contemplating if it's cursed and is actually going with the idea. He sighs.

Something flashes in the corner of his eye. The Englishman turns to what it is and sees a little girl fall onto the dirt road. No other bothers to help the poor child as she struggles to stand whilst ignoring the pain of her skinned knees.

Arthur stares on; the girl the looks back at him. Her eyes remind him of Kiku's. The Englishman curses himself inwardly for thinking like a love-struck fool.

The girl becomes enchanted at the sight of his fake blue eyes and snow-coloured hair. Arthur walks over to her and awkwardly pats her head. The dry, coarse hair nearly tangles up with his fingers. The Englishman is brought back to his sad reality almost immediately.

He walks away. The child follows the odd stranger, curiosity getting the better of her. Her knees are still partially bleeding and blood trickles down her legs to make spotted trails behind her.

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Kiku wakes up to another Italian morning; it's becoming more and more of a routine as days pass by. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he looks around and realises that he is actually in his workplace. He turns his sight towards the clock and sees that it is sometime after noon.

He looks back at his desk and reads the documents over and over again. Nothing is making sense in his mind, just like every other day since Arthur left. He cradles his head with one hand and closes his eyes, not happy that he is not thinking straight. Feliciano suddenly appears at his side; he makes the other jump slightly. "Are you okay?" he asks. The smaller man tries to smile.
"I am."
"Really?"
"Yes."

Feliciano looks at the other for a moment then smiles brightly and walks away. Kiku sighs to himself and tries to continue working—he is interrupted by the Italian coming back with a cup of coffee in his hand. "Don't look so sad, ok?"
"…what do you mean?"
"I'm sure William will come back with open arms and kisses! Don't worry, Kiku."

The Italian continues his oblivious smile; he is not able to see the meaning behind the other's forced one. Feliciano points at Kiku's chest—where the heart is. "You can tell, yes?"

"…yes," the smaller man stares blankly at nothing.

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The little girl is becoming as annoying as the heat of the sun. He slowly walks to a halt in a fairly empty street. Arthur turns back to see the girl stopping at a distance before him. "What?" he asks with annoyance. The child continues to look at him with a curious stare.

Arthur realises the wounds on the girl's knees. "Hospital," he says. She doesn't understand.

"Doctor," he tries again.

"Heal," he's already feeling like an idiot. Arthur offers his hand to the girl; she boldly accepts it. The two are now looking for a nearby clinic. Minutes later, the child is being carried on the Englishman's back.

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This would probably go on for another two or three chapters . . . depending if I can think of a proper plot.