It's me again~ First off, I want to apologize for the crappy spelling and grammar from when I first published the last one. :'D I'd forgotten to check it. But it's fixed now!

Also, in other news…this is ending soon. I'm just going to finish up with the requests, and then it'll be over. But that'll take awhile. Eh. There are many reasons, one of them possibly having to do with a request for MataHari-Chan that I'm still mulling over…BUT THE PARTICULARS ARE SO STRANGE YOU'LL NEVER FIGURE IT OUT.

Alrighty then!

Title: Must. Not. Make. This. Awkward.

Pairings: Implied PruCan, GerIta, RoChu, and USUK. Ah, and fake EnglandxSeychelles.

Rating: K+

Genre(s): Humor, Friendship, Family, Romance, Angst

Dedications: The Scribz, foreversnowynights, Maya-chan2007, Veldargone, Hana1225, tintenstern, Alphine

Inspiration: A request for matchmaker!Artie and high school ex!Alfred. Yep.

Warnings: Awkwardness, and a badly-written scene outside of Artie's house.

Summary: Arthur has been forced into a blind date by a group of his former clients. They think he needs romantic help or something. Pfft. What the—oh god, is that who…oh no.

Disclaimer: I don't own What A Catch, Donnie by FOB, Empire by Jukebox the Ghost (though I'm considering making an AMV to it), and I don't own Hetalia. All I own is this crappy keyboard that I spilled Pepsi on yesterday so now the backspace key sticks. Dammit.

Begin~

"Mattie~"

"MAKE YOUR OWN DAMN PANCAKES.*I'm going out with Gilbert," huffed Matthew. His brother, Alfred, ran out of his room and pouted at him.

"But Mattie I'm hungry! What am I supposed to eat?" he whined.

"I don't know! There's food in the fridge, you can make yourself a sandwich or heat something up." He grabbed his coat from a hook and put it on. "I really have to go now." He slipped away from his brother and out the door.

Matthew had been lying. He wasn't going out with Gilbert. No, he was meeting with some friends of his, and Gilbert said he might come.

Matthew and his merry friends had decided to band together to convince the person who had originally set them all up with their significant others to go on a blind date with the one person they believed suited him.

That person was a professional matchmaker and person friend of Matthew's. His name was Arthur Kirkland. Though he was an expert on finding love for others, he was too blunt to ever get past a single date for himself.

As Matthew and all of Arthur's other clients were happy, happier than they had been with any other person, they felt paying Arthur with their money alone wasn't enough, and when Matthew told them how unlucky Arthur was with love and that he knew just the person to set him up with, they insisted on helping.

So, they were all getting together to mob Arthur and force him into a blind date with someone they all thought would be a good match for the matchmaker.

After meeting up for lunch to discuss their plan, they drove over to Arthur's house/office. They had planned to just knock and wait for him, but one in their number was feeling slightly impatient and broke the door down with a water pipe he had with him. He didn't say why he had it, just that it was for a "just-in-case" situation.

"Aiyah, you always do this, aru…now he'll never do what we ask!" muttered the Chinese partner of the door-breaker.

"Yes he will~ or he'll turn out just like that weak little door, da?"

"Ivan!"

"What the—bloody hell! What in blazes did you do to my front door?" screamed Arthur. His eyes turned to Ivan, who was smiling with a pipe in his hand and splinters in his hair. "You! What—why—"

"Ve~ Arthur!" cried the Italian who was with them. Arthur looked absolutely livid at being interrupted. "We have something important to ask you!"

"What is it, then? Go on, spit it out!" snapped the British man. The Italian squeaked and cowered behind the burly German, who just sighed.

"A-Arthur," murmured Matthew, "we just wanted you to thank you for being so helpful with our lives. So we wanted to h-help you with yours, so we set you up on a-a date…"

"I-I'm perfectly fine! Besides, you're all amateurs. The likeliness of this being a good match is—"

"Trust us, we know what we're doing," said Matthew, beginning to smile. "It'll work. I'd bet my maple syrup collection."

"You collect maple syrup…?" asked the aforementioned burly German slowly. Matthew chose to ignore him.

Arthur sighed and ran a hand through his already messy blond hair. "Could you at least tell me who it is?"

"Nope~"

"Will you get me a new door, and put it in for me?"

"Da~ it will be done by tonight."

"Just go to Le Petit Chaton tonight at 6:30p, okay, Arthur?"

The Brit nodded.

When Arthur arrived at the (bloody stupid French) restaurant at 6:30, the brunette maitre d' with a braid immediately took him to a table without even asking his name. "Such sourcils…has to be him…" she muttered as she walked away.

Several minutes later, as Arthur was playing the "I wonder what kind of food this actually is" game with the French menu, the chair across from him scraped back and then forward, indicating someone had sat down across from him. Arthur peeked out to see if he knew who the person was, then immediately hid himself again.

Oh, Matthew was going to get it.

"So, who're you?" asked the person curiously. "Mattie just said it was someone I'd like, but I can't tell who you are 'cause your menu's up!"

Arthur gave a nervous little laugh. "W-Well, who are you?" he asked nervously, trying to fake an American accent. Damn, it sounded really bad!

"Alfred F. Jones, at your service!"

God dammit.

"So who're you?" Alfred repeated. "I mean, I'll see eventually, but it's kind of rude to just keep your menu up like that…"

Oh, that was it. Arthur dropped his menu. "I'm a bloody gentleman**, not rude at all, unlike you!"

Alfred's face went from slightly peeved to full open-mouthed shock. "…Artie?"

Arthur huffed and crossed his arms. "Yes, it's me."

"Wow! I haven't seen you since…"

"High school," replied Arthur shortly. He really didn't want to talk about that unfortunate period of his life.

"Yeah, when we broke up and you ignored me for the rest of senior year."

The Brit's face darkened. "Yes. It would have been at about that time," he said evenly.

"Yeah…" Alfred got a faraway look in his eyes. "Well, that's all behind us now, isn't it? We're adults. W-We can still be friends, right?"

Arthur nodded slowly in response.

"Great!" exclaimed the American happily. Arthur's face darkened, and he wanted to smack himself for it.

The rest of dinner actually went quite smoothly. Arthur only had the urge to strangle Alfred twice, and Alfred managed to keep himself from jumping the Brit right then and there. (He supposed it was the French in him.)

Finally, during dessert, Alfred thought the tension had been relieved enough to ask, "Why did we break up, anyway? I honestly can't remember."

"Hm…oh yes, I think it was because Francis told me he had seen you…with Chelle."

Alfred gave him a blank stare. "Chelle is my cousin, Arthur. And since when did you believe a word Francis said?"

"Wait, she's your cousin?" asked Arthur incredulously. "Then wouldn't that be in—"

"NO. Arthur, Francis lied to you. I would never do that with her—hell, I'd never do it with anyone who wasn't y—…" He paused. "Sorry. That was a little out of line…"

"I-It's fine…"***

They picked at their crème brûlée awkwardly.

"So I guess that was all just a big misunderstanding back then, huh?" asked Arthur. Alfred stared at him. "And it was all the frog's fault, too…stupid bloody frog…"

Alfred cracked a grin. "Maybe we could beat him up next time."

"…I think I'd like that."

EXTENDED ENDING

"Wait a second. Isn't this where Francis works?"

"Hm, maybe we won't have to wait until next time…"

"I guess not."

"…Nah, let's just beat him up twice."

"Artie, he's my other cousin!"

"I don't care~"

*You have no idea how fun it was to write this line.

**What a contradictory statement.

***They rhymed…and that rhymed with them sort of too I guess okay it didn't…

Here we go~ that was one of those requests that I still need to finish. I've got four left, or so…and then there's a couple extra that WEREN'T requests, including a supa angsty one that I wrote around the same time as Postprandial. IT'S SO ANGSTY YOUR EYES WILL FALL OUT FROM ALL THE TEARS.

Nah. I give myself too much credit. It's not that bad.

In other news, your homework tonight is to watch Paint It, White and the MAD called "Lion". You can find it by searching APH 001 on YouTube, I think. WATCH IT. I COMMAND YOU.

Now that that's overwith, thank you for reading~ I hope you enjoyed!