A/N- god. upload one (shitty) filler chap and everyone goes off their rocker. -_- well whatevs. i'll more than make up for it this chapter. i heart this chap...sooo much. and yes. my writer's block is dead. i stabbed it in the neck. ^u^ mm. watched the movie gattaca in biology...i absolutely love jude law now. T.T

i'm sad no one recognized last chapter's song. T_T it was T.T.L (Time To Love) by T-ara & Supernova, seriously the song is phenom~! i can't help but think of artie and alfie's post revolutionary war/break up phase when i listen to the song. ...but then again i pretty much relate everything to hetalia. ...sigh. but it's still one of my fav k-pop songs. ever. and i'm sure im yong soo would agree. *nods*

Disclaimer- me no own ze hetalia...me so poor..no makey ze profit.

Chapter Five

Just Can't Get Enough

'Good grief...what's with all the commotion here...!' Arthur thought as he squeezed past another group of squealing girls. Honestly one could mistake the scene in here as a Justin Bieber concert or something. What with all the giggling teenage girls and whatnot. Arthur almost fell over as two additional young females entered the shop and shoved Arthur out of the way to get to the counter. 'What the f-? Manners, much?' the Brit thought angrily as he tried to recompose himself amongst the swarms of...girl. While Arthur bent over slightly to brush the dirt off knees, someone pushed him over from behind, causing the poor Brit to topple onto the ground a flailing mess of embarrassment and anger.

"Dammit...all I wanted...was some bloody iced coffee..." Arthur muttered as he picked himself off the ground. In truth this was no concert by the ever-popular musical 'sensation', but actually an average Starbucks that was usually nowhere near this busy. Especially at this time of the day when must people were either at school or work. Arthur's classes started later in the afternoon so he'd decided to take the extra time and swing by the local caff and pick up something to drink.

Arthur eyed the masses of the squeeing female population with contempt. But yeah, now that the place was all effin' clogged with...estrogen, Arthur couldn't even get to the front counter without getting elbowed in the gut; much less to order his goddamn coffee. The Brit craned his neck about to see what the cause of all this chaos was. All the girls seemed to be crowding around the counter for some reason. Arthur scowled and glanced down at his wristwatch. It was a quarter till two, damn, he had a paper that needed to be turned in by 2:30 and the drive to Arthur's university took at least twenty-five minutes.

'Oh, blast it all..' Arthur thought as he made a last ditch attempt to push himself to the front. He ducked and dodged elbows, arms, shoulders, and other body parts of the like. When the Brit finally got a breath of air that wasn't quite drowned with the overwhelming scent of cheap perfume, he gasped and sputtered, worming his wave through all these loony women had taken a lot more effort than he'd estimated. 'Holy shite, I'm alive.' Arthur reflected incredulously.

"Hey, dude! Major props on getting all the way up here! What'll you have?" a chipper voice asked. Arthur blinked. He'd almost forgotten why he had come up here in the first place. At last, that overpriced, but delicious, iced coffee would be his! Arthur looked up and smiled at the person.

"Ah, yes. Almost forgot why I was here! Right, I'll have-" the Brit's voice died in his throat when he saw who he was talking to. Messy blonde hair, gravity-defying cowlick, blue eyes, mega-watt smile, annoying overuse of American slang. '...Fuck my life.' Arthur thought to himself.

It was Alfred F. Jones, otherwise known as the suicidal fruit fairy who Arthur had locked lips with earlier this week. Tch, might as well add stalker to the list of derogatory adjectives Arthur had to describe the American with. That aside, why the in the bloody hell was Alfred suddenly working at Starbucks? Arthur had come to this place a number of times and had never seen his damn mug here before. The fuck was going on?

Apparently, Alfred had recognized him as well. "OH MAH GOD, IT'S YOU! ARTHUR!" the obnoxious yank exclaimed. "Damn sam, I can't believe my plan worked.." he later added under his breath. However Arthur still caught it. The Brit frowned. Plan? What plan? This seemingly-retarded American had a plan? Impossible.

"Plan?" he grunted. Alfred blinked before a wide grin broke across his face.

"Oh, haha. My plan. Dude, you'll never believe me, but, like, I totally knew that if I got a job working here, I'd see you eventually." he said, eyes shut in a happy smile. Arthur was silent.

"Are you a stalker?" Arthur asked blatantly. He and Alfred had only formally 'met' once before and that one run-in was not something Arthur wanted to remember. But nonetheless, it had not taken place at Starbucks, so this twat had to be stalking him or something if he knew Arthur came to this coffee shop at least once a week. Arthur just wanted to get a public confession from the yank so he'd have grounds to call the plod on his creepin' arse.

"Stalker? Wha? No, bro, no! I just saw you coming out of this Starbucks that one day." Alfred could see Arthur still wasn't getting it. He put a finger to chin before continuing on. "Uhh...'that one day' as in the day I almost got run over by a car? You remember that, don'tcha?" Arthur nodded slowly, though still quite wary of him. Alfred went on. "So I figured I had maybe like a five percent chance that I'd see you again if I got a job working here. And voila! You're here! How's that for Lady Luck, huh?" Alfred finished, laughing to himself. Arthur just grunted in response.

"Would I be correct in assuming you're also the cause of this vast sea of hormonal women?" Arthur asked. Alfred chuckled nervously.

"Ahaha. Yeah, I suppose. I didn't count on all these girls taking such a liking to me though. Totally caught me off guard." he said, throwing some of the girls a smile while they nearly erupted in squeals of glee. Arthur shook his head and sighed. He didn't see what they saw in this awkward yank.

"Hm. Don't you feel special. Well, if that's it, I'll have my iced coffee and go then." he said, pulling out a few bills to pay for the drink. Alfred took note of the order and gave it to another coworker to make. Alfred frowned a bit at Arthur's aloof attitude.

"Dude, what's the rush? I've been working here for the past three days hopin' to get a glance at your gorgeous face. You jelly now that there's a buncha chicks hungry for my bod?" Alfred observed slyly. Arthur's face turned a bright shade of pink as he struggled to make a comeback. "FYI, don't take them as competition, Iggy-kins, you're the only one I've got eyes for at the moment." By now Arthur's whole body was a bright hue of red.

"Y-you, you don't have permission to call me that, tosser! And I don't see anyone as competition, especially for you, so shove it!" Arthur barked back. Alfred nodded.

"Mm. 'Cause you've already won."

"Yes! Wait-no! No! Argh, just...just give me my iced coffee already, you arsehole." the Brit muttered, thoroughly embarrassed. Alfred smiled lovingly at the abashed young man before handing him his iced coffee. Arthur was just too cute sometimes. "...Thanks." Arthur thanked half-heartedly, accepting the drink and a taking a long sip.

"No problem." Alfred replied, watching the Brit quietly as he drank nearly half the contents of the medium-sized cup in one go. Either he was really thirsty or Arthur didn't wish to speak to him right now. Ehh...Alfred decided to go with the less hurtful option.

"Aren't you supposed to be at school or something?" Arthur asked out-of-the-blue, surprising the thoughtful American a bit. It was Monday after all and Alfred looked like any other high school boy. Loud, lanky, and a tad awkward. Alfred gave him another one of his infuriatingly bright grins.

"Nope. Teacher work day. Doesn't matter even if I did have school 'cause I had a gut feeling I'd see you today. I was gonna be here no matter what." Alfred answered. Arthur couldn't help but shake his head. Really this had to be one of the oddest Americans he'd ever encountered. Who skips school to go to work on the off-chance they'd see someone they barely even knew. For all Alfred knew, Arthur could be a serial killer or some mentally-unstable lunatic. ...He wasn't though...that was just to make a point. But still, Alfred was a weird one.

"You'd skip school to go work at a Starbucks? That's a first." Arthur observed. Alfred shrugged as he penned some more orders from the females surrounding the apple of his eye. Cough, hack, Arthur.

"Oh, here's your receipt, by the way." Alfred said, handing the Brit a small piece of paper. Arthur took it, glancing at the total to make sure the yank hadn't overcharged him as he turned around and left. That's when he noticed the red chicken scratch at the top that Arthur presumed was Alfred's doing. Upon closer inspection, Arthur found the messy scrawl were actually numbers and the way they were arranged in the three-three-four order meant it was a phone number. Alfred had given Arthur his cell phone number! ...The nerve.

Arthur shot Alfred a glare, to which the American simply smiled lazily in return.

XDXDXD

Later...At the University of Hetalia (otherwise known as 'UH')

"Ughh...the exam in Dickens' was awful. It was like everything I knew about American literature just flew outta my head during the damn thing." Antonio complained to his girlfriend, pulling the poor girl closer as he lamented his horrible studying habits. Lovina scowled at the Spaniard and tried to focus more on the novel she was currently trying to read.

"Dammit, get off me, bastard! I have to finish this book by tomorrow!" she replied, pushing Antonio off her shoulder.

"Uwahh! Lovina, your coldness is so adorable!" Antonio exclaimed.

"S-shut up!" Lovina shouted, an obvious blush spread across the bridge of her nose. Francis sighed at the two lovebirds as they squabbled. However they were really starting to cause a racket in here (here being the university library, Himauruya Hall) and the Frenchman had a essay to finish up. But Francis was never one to interfere with true love, and Antonio and Lovina's 'love' was one of the truest of the them all.

Antonio Hernandez Carriedo was an amicable, cheerful young man who had had almost as many adventures in love as Francis himself. Lovina Vargas was the university's spitfire tomboy. The girl was loud, brash, and spoke her mind whether people wanted to hear her opinion or not. This trait had earned Lovina many an adversary (mostly girls), but it had intrigued Antonio. Being the man he was, Antonio approached Lovina and asked her out on a date. His response was a tomato to the face (Lovina had been snacking on a tomato earlier) and a flustered rejection from Lovina.

This did nothing to deter the passionate Spaniard, rather it only made Antonio continue to pursue her more. Again and again, he was met with rejection, tomatoes, bodily harm, etc. But then, it seemed as though a miracle had occured at the University of Hetalia when Lovina sighed and accepted Antonio's dinner invitation. When asked about it, Lovina would reply that she was tired of the bastard's constant hounding and figured that one date would be enough to get him to leave her alone. It wasn't, as it seemed that after that date, there were more dates...and more dates. Nothing official was ever made about the couple but it was a well known fact that the two were 'a package deal'. So from then on, boys left Lovina alone unless they wanted to feel the sting of her tomatoes (no innuendo intended) and or fists and girls left Antonio alone unless Antonio felt strong enough to brave Lovina's wrath.

"'Sup, losers." came a certain self-proclaimed 'fucking made of awesome' Prussian's greeting. Gilbert slid into the seat next to Francis and popped open his backpack, pulling out a notebook and baggie of Animal Crackers.

"Asshole/Gilbert." was Lovina and Francis' respective replies in return.

"What's up with tomato-for-brains?" Gilbert asked, nibbling on the leg of a giraffe. Antonio had his head on the table, sulking. "Did Lovina deny him some lovin'?" he teased. The Italian girl turned red as she bent forward and smacked Gilbert on the head with the spine of her hardcover book. Ouch.

"Dumbass." she said, sitting back down and flipping the pages of War & Peace to find her place.

"Ow! I was just kidding! Jeez." Gilbert muttered, rubbing his new bruise gently. "Hey...someone's missing. Eh, someone decidedly British, bitchy, has gi-fuckin'-normous eyebrows, and cooks super awesome food..." he observed. Francis shook his head.

"Gilbert, you're the only one here who thinks Arthur's cooking is above despicable. And he's in the cafeteria getting something to eat, said someone made him chug his iced coffee this morning and it messed with his appetite." Francis replied, hitting the 'enter' key of his laptop, sending his essay off to his economics professor. Gilbert grunted then grinned as he noticed something on the wooden table.

"Dude...he left his phone here. Not smart. Someone could look through his messages and stuff." Gilbert said, taking Arthur's Blackberry Storm in hand and toying with its features. Antonio finally lifted his head from the table and gave his albino friend a tired smile.

"Someone like you?" he asked. Gilbert only smirked in response. Lovina shook her head at Gilbert's lack of respect for one's property, reaching out and taking a handful of his Animal Crackers. Antonio sighed as his girlfriend's humorous hypocrisy, finding it, as he did everything else about her, very adorable. Gilbert's jaw dropped slightly when he noticed a scribbled-on receipt stuck to the back of the phone. There was someone's number on the receipt. Two questions automatically popped into Gilbert's mind. First, whose number was it and second, who in their right mind would give their number to a big ol' stick-in-the-mud such as Arthur?

"Holy shit, Artie gots him some digits." Everyone moved towards Gilbert to get a look at the receipt, trying to see if the number belonged to someone they knew. No such luck.

Francis collapsed back onto his chair in defeat. "In such a world where even Arthur Kirkland can pique someone's interests...I ask you, God, where is my mystery phone number from the heavens?" he questioned to the musty air dramatically. Lovina eyed the Frenchman strangely. Out of all Antonio's 'friends', this guy freaked her out the most. Antonio must have sensed his girlfriend's nervousness since he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and her rubbed arm affectionately. Lovina's face turned as red as one of her prized tomatoes.

"Francis, your phone is filled with mystery phone numbers. I'm just not sure they're from the heavens." Antonio jabbed jokingly. Francis gasped and feigned hurt. Gilbert smacked the back of the Frenchman's head and told him to shut up.

Lovina tilted her head to get a better look at what Gilbert was doing. It looked like...like he was adding the mystery number to Arthur's contacts. Now he was doing something else...Lovina glowered at the Prussian. "What the hell are you doing, dumbass?" she asked bluntly. Gilbert's eyes glanced at her before returning to the Blackberry in his hands.

"Heh heh...I'm totally...helping...Arthur's sex life out...right now. And there. Send. Haha, damn, this is gonna be hilarious." Gilbert chuckled, putting the phone back where he found it. Antonio, Francis, and Lovina shook their heads at the man as he sat back down, smirking to himself and munching on his Animal Crackers in contentment.

XDXDXD

With Alfred...At Starbucks

Hidden in the pocket of his favorite brown bomber jacket, Alfred's phone began to vibrate.

Text Message From- ***-***-****

Hey, it's Arthur, Arthur Kirkland. Everywhere I go, I can't stop thinking of you. I see you everywhere I look. The sky, the clouds, the piss in my toilet.

I have to see you again. Meet me at the UH campus Wednesday at 5 PM. Sharp. Don't be late.

See you there, lover. ;)))

A/N- gilbert is the king of the troll kingdom. no objections. spamano wasn't planned but came early b/c this chapter was arthur-centric. :P yes, romano's a girl. got a problem w/that? jk. i just wanted some 'straight' couples here and there. just for kicks. plus he's already so tsundere, he might as well just be a girl. UH...the university of hetalia. oh, shieeeet. that's so my dream college. =A= arthur's number's a buncha asterisks coz i was too busy to think of a number. plus i didn't wanna get in trouble in case it was an actual number.

note. i'm thinking of deleting the last chapter. it kinda...doesn't sit well w/me. plus i don't like taking up unnecessary chapter space in my fics. so i you see a disappearance of chapters. yeah. you'll know what happened. PS- i've got a person to be my beta. woooot. you know who you are. xDD but if anyone else wants to help, feel free to shoot me a message or leave something in your review. also, idk when the next chapter will be put up. spring break's over and i have stuff to do now. :PP i'll work on my shit whenever i can. promise. owo

last thing i just wanted to say. GLOWER. verb- to have an angry or sullen look on one's face. synonym- scowl. it DOES NOT mean motherfuckin' smiling or happy. i've seen this annoyingly common mistake everywhere. vocab don't mean shit if you don't even know the meaning of the frikkin' word. that's all.

peace, lovies~

term translation

shite- shit. (same pronunciation. north british)

caff- cafe, coffeehouse. (british)

plod- police (common british slang)

arse- ass (british)

u jelly?- you jealous? (internet/trollspeak)

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