There's only about three left. This, and then the next one, and then that special one after that…yeah.

I like this one. It's a lot longer than I thought it was going to be…oh, gosh. Well, whatever.

Title: STALKER

Pairings: fem!USUK, onesided!RusBel, some onesided FrUK, and perhaps a hint of Francex?...

Rating: T, for safety

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

Dedications: The like, four people who reviewed, and then the nice people who alerted or fav'd. I love you guys. Oh, and the requester, MataHari-Chan.

Inspiration: The request for "Amelia having a crush on punk!Arthur where she stalks him", or something along those lines.

Warnings: Stalkage ahead, as well as France being his usual fanon self and an unusual friendship between two unusual people. Ah, and cookies in place of an answer to a question. And—I'll stop now.

Summary: Amelia's mission is to just talk to him. Just to talk. Of course, there was that fear that he might be scared of her since she was sort of stalking him…

Disclaimer: I don't own The Technicolor Phase by Owl City, I don't own The Hobbit (or, There and Back Again) by J. R. R. Tolkien, and I certainly don't own Hetalia. How many times do I have to say this? Really? Gosh…

Begin~

Amelia Jones sighed happily as she opened her locker. It was decorated with pictures of the boy she was infatuated (see: obsessed) with. He had green hair, piercings everywhere, and a permanent scowl etched into his gorgeous face. His name was Arthur Kirkland.

Though she loved him more than anything, she was almost certain he had no idea she was there. Sure, she'd sent him some (many) love letters, and chocolate on Valentine's Day, and various things on his birthday, and…well, you get the point—but that didn't mean he returned her feelings!

Unrequited love, she'd decided (as all girls do), was a bitch.

Well, at least she had someone to sympathize with her. Her name was Natalia Arlovskaya, and they'd met peeking around the same corner at the objects of their desire. Natalia's was a boy named Ivan, who was her step-brother or second cousin or something. But she loved him just as much as Amelia did, except she actually had the guys to confess her feelings, whereas Amelia was too afraid of rejection.

But today…today she would have to at least talk to him. Even if all she said was—

"Hello." Amelia jumped, and slammed her locker closed on reflex. "Oh, relax, it's just me," said the voice irritably. Amelia turned around. Ah, just Natalia. Well, that was a relief.

"Hi, Natalia." She opened her locker again to grab her things. "How're you?"

"Just fine, thank you for asking," replied the blonde girl stiffly. "Ivan said good morning to me on the way to school today."

Amelia smiled. "That's great!"

"And what of your Arthur? Have you spoken to him yet?"

Our blonde heroine grinned, a determined gleam in her eyes. "I'll do it today! I know I will!"

Natalia rolled her eyes. "Well, good luck with that."

"Thanks!"

Three periods later, just before lunch, Amelia was waiting outside Arthur's classroom as usual. She liked to watch him exit and then follow him to the lunchroom, two spots behind him in line. However, today, as soon as the bell rang, said Arthur ran out of the classroom and shoved Amelia out of the way to hide between her and a trash can. "Cover for me!" he hissed. Amelia, though shocked, managed a nod.

A few seconds later, a French boy emerged, one that Amelia knew very well, as they were cousins. When he spotted her he grinned and walked over.

"Amelia, mon chaton! Have you seen a boy with green hair and hideous sourcils come by here?" he asked.

"I think I saw him go that way, toward the bathrooms," she replied, pointing down a very crowded hallway.

"Merci~" he said before running off to where she'd pointed. As soon as he was gone, Amelia turned around to face the crouching boy she was hiding.

"He's gone. You're safe now." He nodded and she stepped to the side to make room for him to get through.

"Thanks." He got up and leaned against the wall. "So you're Amelia?" She nodded. He looked over her. "Huh. Well, I'm Arthur. Pleasure to meet you." He stuck out his hand and Amelia froze.

"P-Pleasure's all mine," she stammered, shaking the outstretched hand quickly.

"Well, I'll see you around, Amelia." He walked off, presumably to lunch.

She stared at her hand. "I'll never wash you again."*

After a few seconds of disbelief and thinking, she floated off to lunch to tell Natalia all about what had happened.

"See? I told you I'd talk to him," she bragged. Natalia just rolled her violet eyes and sipped her apple juice.

The next day, the same thing happened, except this time, Arthur stayed for at least a full minute to talk to her before going off to lunch.

This repeated for about a week until Amelia finally asked him, "Why are you hiding from Francis, anyway?"

Arthur deadpanned. "He wants to pull me into a bathroom stall and—"

"That sounds like him!" squeaked Amelia. "That definitely sounds like him..."

Arthur's large eyebrows narrowed. "How do you know Francis?"

"He's my cousin, or something…" she muttered.

He pattered her shoulder. Then I feel sorry for you." and then he walked off.

The next day, Arthur escorted her to lunch, earning many stares from their classmates. What was that punkish kid with green hair doing walking and talking with that cute little blonde girl who looked so innocent?

Not that Amelia was complaining, of course.

The next day, Arthur didn't even bother to hide behind Amelia. When Francis came, he just made a big show of ignoring the French boy for her.

It was at this point that Amelia started to realize she was being used by the punkish boy. Now she was torn—would she confront him about it, or would she let it continue on with it, acting like nothing was wrong? She just didn't know.

When she asked Natalia, her friend just scoffed and told her to do what made her happy. Her twin gave her the same response. This didn't help at all. She wasn't happy with the way things were, but if she obeyed her heroic instinct and saved herself, the one she had devoted so much of her life to might stop acknowledging her very existence! What could she possibly do?

There was only one thing to do, she decided. Rid herself of her ridiculous infatuation, and she would rid herself of her fear of Arthur's rejection.

The first thing she did was take down all of the photos of him she had in her locker. It was sadly bare, so she hung up a few pictures of Natalia and her brother. There. That was better.

She dropped off the bag of photos at Arthur's locker with a short, typed note that said, I've decided to give up on you.

On the way to lunch that day, Arthur told her all about how he had a stalker that evidently wasn't going to stalk him anymore. "I wonder who it is."

Amelia just shrugged.

"Good thing, too. I've already got someone I'm interested in, I don't need a bloody harem."

"Hm." She tried to ignore the ache in her heart.

"Aren't you interested in who it is?" he asked her.

Yes. "No," she replied. "It's not my business."

He muttered something that sounded a bit like, "You'd be surprised," but she decided it was her mind playing tricks on her.

Two days later, in the second and final step of her plan, she asked her cousin how to get over someone. He just chuckled, patted her head, and baked her some cookies. It was nice, but it was not the answer she was looking for.

Maybe if she ignored him it would work. Natalia thought she was crazy, but Amelia didn't care. So, for the next week, she took a normal route to lunch, once that allowed her to be early enough to get two hamburgers every day, which she rather enjoyed.

After a while, though, she heard rumors spreading about Arthur getting suspended for fighting, mostly with Francis, and doing all sorts of other horrible things. Amelia didn't know what to think.

She couldn't help herself. She had to stalk him again, and find out what was wrong. (Natalia had informed her that she was making the right choice.)

The first thing to do was get into detention with him. It wasn't difficult—they had the same math teacher, and he held all the detentions at the same time. But Mr. Vargas, though lazy, was a nice guy—she'd ended up asking if she could come to detention. He didn't mind if she showed up, so after school on Thursday, she sat in the back corner of the classroom and waited for Arthur.

Several minutes later, a drunken 17-year-old with green hair stumbled into the room and sat down in the desk closest to the door. He immediately pulled out a small flask and began to drink from it.

"Mr. Kirkland, alcohol's not allowed in school~" said Mr. Vargas. "But I won't tell if you hand it over right now."

Arthur chuckled. "What does it matter? No one cares about me anyway…"

Mr. Vargas sighed. "What's this all about, Artie?"

"It's the whole goddamn story of my life! I have four other fucking brothers that all hate me, the only thing that I've got close to a friend is that French perverted bastard, and now she…"**

"She?" asked Mr. Vargas. Amelia perked up. She wanted to hear about this "she"!

Arthur put his boots up on the desk. "Oh, her. Don't get me started on her. She's just this little girl, you know? But she was always smiling and she'd get this happy look whenever she saw me." Amelia's heart started to pound. "It was adorable. And I always felt good when she was around, 'cause she made me feel special." He teared up a bit. "I just wanna be special…"***

"Th-That's great and all, but…oh, please, continue!" sobbed Mr. Vargas, who was apparently crying from the soppiness of it all.

"So-So anyway I've also had this creepy stalker for a long time, but a couple weeks ago, they sent me a big trash bag full of pictures of myself, and it said they were givin' up on me. So I told her and she didn't care, even when I said there was someone I…uh, liked or whatever, she didn't care." Amelia noticed Arthur's story was starting to sound oddly familiar. "And so I was thinkin', either, she's really bloody dense or I'm not sending the right signals or somethin', so I just decided to come right out and say it."

"And?" begged Mr. Vargas. Yes, AND? thought Amelia.

"So I was gonna do it, and then she just disappeared! She wasn't where we'd usually meet up to talk, and I couldn't find 'er fer about a week 'ntil I saw her with that creepy Russian girl, Natalie or something, so I tried to talk to 'er but she just ran away!"

"NO."

"YES. So then that's when I started fightin' an' all that again."

Amelia swallowed thickly. She was almost positive he was talking about her, but…

"What was her name?" asked Vargas, intrigued.

"'Melia. Amelia Jones."

Amelia couldn't help herself. She jumped out of her seat and slammed her palms down on the desk. "WHAT?"

Arthur turned around. When he saw Amelia, he flushed. "W-What are you doing here? And how much of that did you hear?"

He seems much more sober now, Amelia noted. "I-I've actually been here longer than you, Artie, so I heard all of it…"

"Bloody hell," he muttered to himself.

"And, um…I, uh…I like you too…" She smiled weakly.

Arthur just sat there, shocked.

"So, uh, I…yeah. That's it, I guess."

After about a minute of total awkwardness, Arthur grinned. He got up, ran to the back of the room, threw Amelia over his shoulder , and ran out. Vargas just laughed and gave them both extra credit for being so damn entertaining.

A few months later, Amelia confessed that she had been his stalker. Arthur confessed that he thought that was a little creepy, but he eventually decided not to care.

To this day, Natalia stalks Ivan, and Amelia's face lights up whenever she sees her punk of a lover.

*SUDDENLY, SPONGEBOB COMES OVER WITH BUBBLE BUDDY AND SHAKES HER HAND. It's now squeaky clean and she breaks down crying.

**It seems Arthur develops Tourette's when he drinks. Oh god, that was a bad joke. I'm sorry. He just cusses a lot.

***It's paraphrased a bit, but does anyone get the song reference? Please, does anyone besides my dad get it? Anyone?

AN: I almost forgot how much I liked that one until about the last page of it in my notebook. Wow. Wowza.

There you go, MataHari-Chan. It wasn't exactly what you requested, but whatever. I think it was damn awesome. Even if it wasn't. Oh, and I wrote this thing…well, I'll ask later. Thanks.

Anyway, I hoped you enjoyed. I know I did. Thank you for reading! :D

I'mma go make a s'more now.