Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, if I did Prussia would get a lot more screen time. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and look forward to the next one.
"Anyway, Arthur, we need to get going. Francis won't serve dinner until you get back," Alfred says from the couch. In the ten minutes he had been here, he had utterly confused me. First he pulled a hamburger out of his pockets, then another, eating them as if that were normal. Then he waltzed over to the couch and made himself right at home. Arthur and I had given him the same exasperated look when he had.
This man really had zero class in his body, the polar opposite of Arthur. "Well, alright then, I suppose it has gotten rather late. Hmm, Alice, would you like to have dinner at my place?" Arthur asked. I looked over at my stove before I answered, taking in the smoke still pouring out of it.
"That sounds great, I feel like the oven is going to combust if I use it again," I replied. Arthur smiled delightedly, coaxing a similar grin from me. "What kind of food does Francis make?" I ask. I wanted to know what I was getting into, especially if Arthur's other brother wasn't English.
"He makes a lot of French food, but he also takes requests from us. Tonight is supposed to be hamburgers, crepes, pancakes, and mincemeat pie. It usually depends on how he feels that day, though," Alfred says. I nod, being truly glad to have such a wide range of choices, though I knew I would eat the mincemeat pie mostly.
"Oh, one second, I want to get something before we go over," I say to them. I go into the kitchen, take down a Tupperware container, and start scooping the scones into it. When I'm done I walk back to the living room. It hadn't taken me long, but Alfred had already gone back to the couch.
"What do you have there, love?" Arthur asks as I walk up to him. I hold up the Tupperware container for him to see the inside.
"Just the awesome scones you made, I wanted to have them with the mincemeat pie," I reply. I could already tell they would taste really good together.
"No way in hell Francis is going to let you bring that in. He banned all of Arthur's cooking after the last time it was Arthur's turn to make dinner," Alfred explains to me. I just shrug and bring it along anyway. I'm sure I can figure something out, I really liked the scones.
"Ok Alice, be prepared for my family," Arthur warns me as he opens the door. I walk in behind Alfred to find myself in a long hallway. There are pictures hung up, a happy family of blondes smiling at the camera. The hallway led down to the living area, but divided off into the kitchen first.
"Yo, dudes, we're home. We even brought over a guest," Alfred shouts into the hallway. Almost instantly a blonde head appears from the kitchen. The man steps out fully and I can see all his features. He has wavy, shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, and stubble on his chin. He practically twirls towards me and takes my hand.
"A pleasure to meet you my dear, now tell me, how did you come to grace this house with your enchanting presence?" he asks. Before I can answer he is kissing my hand and looking into my eyes. He seems nice, he really does, but a little creepy. I pull away slightly and hide behind Arthur. I'm not ready for that kind of contact after my reclusive lifestyle.
"I'm Arthur's friend, Alice, I came over for dinner. Arthur said it would be ok if I did," I squeak from behind Arthur. I feel his back tense and look up to see his face tomato red. I instantly back up and feel a blush creep up my face as well.
"Ah, so my little Arthur finally has a girlfriend, how nice. I do hope he doesn't scare you off with his ghastly cooking," Francis says with a wink. At his comment I see Arthur deflate slightly and a sense of courage builds in me. No way was my best friend going to allowed to feel down.
I pull out the Tupperware container, much to Alfred's horror and Arthur delight. I slowly open it up and pull out one of the scones. Francis, recognizing what it is, widens his eyes in horror as I take a bite. I swallow the bite and finish the scone before going back over to Arthur and putting an arm around him. "I like Arthur's cooking and find it fantastic, so the next time you call it ghastly, just remember there is someone who loves it," I say, feeling the confidence in me grow.
I was not, however, expecting Francis to faint at my actions. Alfred jumps back and lets him fall to the ground, such a gentlemen. "Dear god, he's done it again. Mattie, can you come here please?" Arthur yells down the hallway. Out of the living area comes yet another blonde man. His hair is long enough to tie back in a ponytail with a gravity defying curl sticking out the front, he is holding a stuffed polar bear, and has lonely looking blue eyes.
"Did he faint again?" he asks. Alfred nods and motions for him to help get Francis to the living room. When they come back the boy finally notices me. "Oh, hello, sorry about that. My name is Matthew, and this is Kumabira," he whispers at me.
"Isn't it Kumajirou?" Arthur asks. Matthew shrugs and holds the polar bear closer to himself.
"My name is Alice, and it's nice to meet you and Kumajirou," I say, sticking my hand out. He grasps it lightly and shakes before letting go and clutching the bear again. I smile at him, then blush as my stomach growls loudly.
"How are you hungry? You must have had at least half of my scones," Arthur exclaims.
"You ate his food? Are you okay? Should we call an ambulance?" Matthew asks, eyes widening with worry. I laugh and wave my hand at the notion.
"I'm fine, I just get hungry easily. By the way, Arthur's scones are delicious, even if you don't think so," I reply. Matthew nods hesitantly, then leads us to the kitchen where dinner has been set out.
I had a lot of fun with this one. I feel like Arthur's food is actually really good, but looks weird. I would probably eat it the first chance I got. Anyway, look forward to the next chapter and have a nice day/night.
