A/N: Hi guys, sorry for a the long wait and stupidly short chapter.

I don't really have all that much to say, but I will talk a little more at the end.

I don't own Hetalia.

Arthur glared down at Kiku, not wanting to show how on edge he was.

"Arthur-san, you know you should tell them what happened," Kiku politely began.

Arthur shook his head, "I know I should, Kiku, but I just don't want everyone to hate me, and then it would be like how it was when we were older."

"Not necessarily, I do not hate you," Kiku said, trying to sound soothing.

Arthur's frown only appeared to deepen, and he furrowed his eyebrows in thought. "No, you are different. You are not as... emotional and uptight as, for example, Gilbert."

"I suppose that is true," Kiku agreed, a smile ghosting his lips, then remembered to stay serious. "But no one will hate you, I am certain. We all trust you very much."

"I'm not so sure," Arthur said, hanging his head sadly, "And I think telling this will ruin any semblance of trust you have for me. But I guess I will think more on it, and then decide what to do."

Kiku sighed, and excepted that this was the best he could do at the moment, then said goodbye to the British boy, and left him alone in the bedroom which he had entered to try to sway Arthur's opinion only ten minutes earlier.

Arthur sat down on his bed and felt like he was going to cry, he was so torn up. School was hard, he still was so confused about Alfred, and then he did not want to keep lying to his friends. But what could he do to make sure he didn't lose any of the friendships that he had worked so hard to create?

Ludwig would probably punch him.

Alfred would probably kick him out of the room.

Antonio would wish to fight him, but might be too scared to after the loss of his armada (this made Arthur smile for a moment at the memory of destroying those ships).

Lovino would yell at him.

Feliciano would have another break down.

Francis would pretend not to care, but would act very cold.

Matthew would be very disappointed.

And Gilbert would probably be angry, but pretend to laugh it off.

And then Arthur would be on his own. Just like he had so many times before.

This made his eyes start to water and knew that he couldn't do it. He would lose the trust of all of his friends, and he couldn't do that.

He lay on his bed for a few minutes, thinking and crying and feeling awful. Then Arthur heard the door open and shut. Oh god, he really couldn't deal with seeing Alfred right then. Arthur prayed that he wouldn't say anything and would just ignore him.

Please.

"Hey Artie. Wait, Artie, what's wrong?"

Fuck.

Fuck his life.

Arthur muttered, "Go away Alfred," and shifted around to make sure Alfred couldn't see his face.

He heard Alfred walk over to him, and Arthur chose to ignore it.

He suddenly felt the bed move next to him and suddenly someone was pressing against him, and then felt arms wrap around him.

Arthur hissed, "What are you doing, Alfred?"

"What's wrong?" Alfred said, resting his head on Arthur's shoulder, their faces side by side.

Arthur took a deep breath and said, "Nothing, idiot."

"I don't believe you~" Alfred sang.

Arthur ground his teeth together in frustration and moved his head to look at the American, whose face was centimeters away from his, "I am serious, it is-"

Alfred cut him off with a kiss, sending electricity up and down Arthur's spine and his eyes to widen in surprise.

After a moment Arthur pulled away and looked at Alfred, who sat up and stretched. "Well, we got that out of the way!" Alfred said, smiling brightly.

Arthur looked at Alfred, also sitting up, "Um, what was that for?"

"Well, I wanted to make you feel better. And I hAve wanted to do that for a while, so it's a win-win situation," Alfred said, grinning.

Arthur half smiled, then looked away, and said, "Thank you, I suppose."

"Any time!" Alfred replied, "Now, I have to go do homework with Mattie, though I really want to continue this. See you later? Bye."

And just like that, the American was gone.

Arthur leaned against his pillows, his joy quickly seeping away. The American's actions had not achieved what they had been intended to do. He felt worse, and now he agreed with Kiku on something. He couldn't hide this anymore. He didn't want to hurt Alfred too much, so he had to tell him as soon as possible. Before it would ruin him more than it already would, as the American would definitely hate him.

A/N: Awww, poor Artie.

Sorry for the short chapter, I have kind of been having writer's block lately, but trust me, next week there will be a much longer chapter.

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