A/N: Howdy y'all! Happy fourth of July! Um yeah I know i'm supposed to be updating more often but this summer's been busy with camps and my apprenticeship! But i'm trying! ^.^

The song for this chapter is Call Me Maybe by Carly Ray Jepsen. It's how I wish the video ended ^.^

Arthur Kirkland wasn't the kind of person to swoon over a good looking man but here he was, looking out a window and gawking at one. He didn't understand why though. He was an eighteen year old college student going into journalism. Since he had to move to America from England for this opportunity he was staying with Francis Bonnefoy or the Frog, which he preferred to call him. The boy was Francis's next door neighbor and Arthur was surprised to know that Francis had not tried to molest the boy. But at the same time that made him disappointed as well. That meant that the boy was straight. It was a hot summer day and Arthur sat there in his room, relishing the boy's pleasing features. He was outside mowing his lawn shirtless, revealing his tan and toned body. Beads of sweat ran down his body, making his skin glow. Every once in a while, he would take off his headphones and wipe his forehead to rid him of the sweat building up on his forehead. Then he would look at Arthur's window causing him to jump and hide under his bed like a scared child. This pattern continued for a few hours until Francis came up.

"ARTHUUURRRRRR!"

Arthur turned around and gave Francis a look of distaste, "What is it Frog?"

"Mon dieu, that is not very nice. Anyway, if you like Alfred so much why don't you go say hi?" he smirked.

Arthur's cheeks began to burn, "If you think I like an immature boy like that then you are sadly mistaken!"

Francis laughed, "Alright Arthur. Then could you go help Kiku and Antonio clean the car? We're going out to dinner tonight." He handed Arthur a bucket. Little did Arthur know that this was just one of Francis's grand schemes.

Alfred so that's his name. Arthur blushed at the thought of his name. It was hard to even look at the boy without a hint of red on his cheeks. When he walked into the garage Kiku was playing on the keyboard and Antonio was on the drums. Arthur looked at them questioningly.

"Ah...Arthur-kun. Francis said that you would be cleaning the car. Strangely he told us to play while you did to help you work faster or something."

Arthur scowled. Of course. Francis just wanted to dump the work on Arthur. How typical.

Kiku smiled and handed Arthur a bucket filled with soap and water and a rag. "Have fun Arthur-san."

Arthur grumbled to himself as he started wiping the hood of the car. Then he noticed Alfred was looking at him. The two made eye contact. Arthur quickly looked away. Perhaps there was something on his shirt. Nope, he was just wearing a fitted black tee and a pair of jeans. He was probably just making a lot of noise, as were Kiku and Antonio. "Kiku, honestly, is the background music neccesary? I'm already done!"

Kiku smiled, albeit a bit too slyly. "Then would you like to sing with us Arthur-san?" Antonio rose his brows in interest.

Arthur gulped. They had probably heard of his days in his punk band. He would kill Francis for that later. He sang and played lead guitar. Many women had fawned over him and told him of his "brilliant voice". Unfortunately for them he swung the other way.

Arthur gulped again, "Wh-what do you propose I sing?"

Kiku smiled, "Here you can sing-"

Antonio interrupted, "Mi amigo! I would really like you to sing Call Me Maybe!"

Arthur and Kiku both scowled in disbelief. "Why?" Arthur said.

"Well, I just think it's a nice song! Please? And I really like the beat for it!"

Arthur sighed. He couldn't say no to Antonio and have the man cry like he did when his boyfriend Lovino refused to let him hug him. "Alirght Antonio, but I only know the chorus to that blasted song..."

Antonio jumped and smiled in glee. Arthur sighed and cleared his throat.

Hey! I just met you!

And this is crazy!

But here's my number

So Call Me Maybe

Oddly, Arthur felt his face heat up. This song, as corny as it was, reminded him of his feelings for Alfred.

Kiku smiled, "Ah Alfred. How are you today?"

"Kiku, my man! What's up? I'm fine. Hey Antonio! Your drums sounded good!" Alfred smiled and Arthur began to pray for some way to hide. The boy's toothy smile was too beautiful.

Alfred looked at Arthur and said, "You have a really nice voice mister. And you have great dance moves too."

Arthur's ears began to heat up as well. "W-why thank you...I never really thought so..." Was he really dancing when he sang?

The boy's face lit up, "Dude! You're from England! That's so cool!"

Arthur smiled, "Why yes. I am here on a scholarship for Syracuse University. I am to get a degree in journalism..." His voice trailed off. He was probably boring the boy.

But Alfred's cerulean eyes sparkled in admiration, "Wow! That's so cool! I go to Syracuse too! My degree is in Physics though hehe." He laughed sheepishly and scratched his neck. God he was adorable.

Arthur grinned. He looked at the boy's tee shirt. It was covered in sweat and said The Sex Pistols. "You like the Sex Pistols?"

Alfred grinned, "Yeah! They are the fathers of punk!"

Arthur was liking this boy more and more. And suddenly he thought of something. He pulled out his notepad and his pencil that he always carried around.

Kiku cleared his throat, "Say Alfred, would you like to join us this evening for dinner?"

Antonio chimed in, "Yeah! It would be great with you there! Lovi, Feli, Ludwig, and Gil will be there too!"

Alfred laughed, "Alright fine! Just don't get drunk with Gil and Francis this time. We almost got kicked out of the bar!. You guys might be 21 but we're not so don't ruin it for us! Alright I'll meet up with you guys there. I just gotta finish with my lawn."

Arthur had finished writing it down. He handed the small neatly folded piece of paper to Alfred as he walked with Kiku and Antonio towards the house.

Alfred opened it and his eyes widened. His face then softened into a smile. He turned back and saw Arthur looking at him too. Alfred squinted as Arthur tried to tell him something. He smiled even wider.

He looked down at the piece of paper. It had Arthur's number and a short message: Call me

Alfred smiled as he put his headphones back in and turned on his lawn mower.