Oh, hello guys. I suppose I owe you an update! ...Something very exciting happened in my life recently that involves Hetalia in sort of a non direct, and yet extremely relevant way... It totally made my entire life, and I had to come update.

So I have to say. I've been a fan of Hetalia for over a year, but I'm new to the fandom. I dunno what people are talking about, you people are awesome!

… I just sounded extremely uneducated, and I assure you that is not the case. Love you guys none the less!

The situation was interesting. Alfred was in bed with Arthur. Both of them were completely clothed still. Francis was standing in the doorway with a knowing smirk on his face.

He didn't know why Francis automatically assumed what he had. Alfred was pretty sure nothing had happened. He was pretty sure he would know, and nothing felt different. Aside from the pounding headache he had.

Alfred looked from Arthur to Francis.

Arthur was glaring at the man in the door, who seemed to brush it off completely and came walking over to Arthur's side of the bed.

"Mon cher, were you getting bored with our love?" Francis spoke, leaning down and muttering right above Arthur's ear.

The Brit turned a shade of red Alfred found interesting, and shoved Francis away. "Nothing of the sort happened!"

Alfred let out a sigh of relief.

Francis laughed. "The situation I have found you in begs to differ."

Arthur jumped up from the bed and literally started pushing Francis towards the door. "It's none of your business, I'll talk to you later."

Alfred couldn't hear his reply, just muffled voices as Arthur shut and locked the door in Francis' face.

Arthur places a hand on his hip, another on his head massaging his temple, and let out a loud sigh. Alfred bit his lip as Arthur turned back to face him.

"Well you certainly look better than I thought you would this morning."

Alfred didn't know what to say to that. So he voiced the only thing on his mind he could think of coherently. "What happened?"

"We went to that club last night. I suppose there's a reason America has a higher drinking age. You were so sloshed by the time we had gotten back I couldn't get you to tell me your room number, so I brought you back here."

"Oh." Alfred replied stupidly. "...thanks."

"It was no problem." Arthur replied, sitting back down. "I was afraid you were going to get sick or something, either last night or this morning. So I kind of watched over you. I must have fallen asleep, as well. You had so much more to drink than I did, I thought for sure you would be hung over."

He was pretty sure he could physically feel his cheeks reddening. "I do have a really bad headache."

Arthur nodded. "That's to be expected. I did try to warn you last night."

Alfred nodded dumbly. "Yeah... Thanks, for all of this. You totally didn't have to."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Of course I did. I asked you to come with me, it was practically my fault."

"Nah." Alfred replied, flinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing slowly. "It wasn't. It was mine, I'm sure. Always happens. But yeah. Thanks again... I'm going to erm...go get out of your hair and stuff, now."

Arthur nodded again, a very small smile on his lips. "I'd be careful if you're going to practice today."

"'Kay. I actually have to meet my coach at the airport in a little bit... So I probably really won't.. but yeah, thanks. Bye!" Alfred said, opening the door.

"Good bye."

He shut the door with a click, and let out a breath he hadn't even realized he had been holding. Talk about awkward. He turned away from the door, and froze.

Francis was leaning up against the wall a little down the hall.

Alfred was suddenly nervous. 'Were you getting bored with our love'. What did that mean? He really hoped he didn't just land himself in an extremely awkward situation. Taking a deep breath he started down the hall.

Maybe Francis would say nothing to him. There was a very low chance of that, given the little he had learned about the mans personality since having been in London around him, and what he had picked up from watching games and clips from interviews in the past. Sure enough, when he was close to the man he stepped away from the man.

"Have a good night?" He grinned.

Alfred was pretty sure his face was going to be permanently red. "We went to a club." he replied, not stopping. He didn't care if it was rude, this was about the single most embarrassing morning of his life. "I got drunk. He said I wouldn't tell him where my room was."

Francis fell into step along side him. "Oh? Arthur must like you."

Alfred looked up at him. "What?"

Francis laughed. "He always just dumps me somewhere. Even if he knows where my room is."

Alfred said nothing, unsure what to make of this. People kept saying things that kept rendering him speechless, at complete loss of how to respond. This really was quite the strange morning. Because it was not often that he didn't have something to say. All he knew, was that he wanted to get back to his room, take a shower... and he was going to spam Matt's facebook wall until the boy was online. Or something.

"I wonder what you did to convince him to watch over you, hmm?"

Alfred narrowed his eyes at the Frenchman. There was something about his tone. "You know something."

Francis simply grinned and pulled a newspaper out of what seemed like no where. Alfred stopped walking and took it from him. The headline stood out like none other.

Local Tennis Pro Arthur Kirkland Has A Night of Fun with American Tennis Hopeful

And to make it worse, there was a photo of them at the club. Dancing. Alfred had a drink in one hand, and the other was wrapped around Arthur's waist from behind.

Alfred groaned.