I updated earlier! :D You happy?

Russia : If you become one with me and I will be ^J^

Me: No! Go ask China!

China: Aiya aru!

Prussia: The Awesome Me is here! And this chick owns nothing because she's not Awesome enough! Mwhahahaha!

Me: Not Funny!

I could go on and on about all of our akward situations, but I don't wanna. So I won't. Seriously bros, I have WAY too many situations where gay babies are born. (For those bros who don't have a clue about what the hell I'm saying: Gay babies are born every time an akward moment arises. Common sense dudes.) Well, gay babies aren't the ONLY things that are born when I'm Artie.

If you know what I mean...You can't tell, but I'm winking seductively at you. Just thought you'd like to know...Anyways lets talk about interesting things. Like...oh, I don't know. How about we talk about Artie?

It's been far too long that I've kept feelings hidden Artie! So you either choose me or you fucking loose me! Damn, that's what a badass says when said badass confesses his undying love!...Dudes!...I just realized how much of a Boss I am!

Getting back on topic, I was currently sitting on my ass, watching Artie's ass while he cleaned. Very nice view, and OH LAWD HE JUST BENT DOWN! Bad thoughts, bad thoughts! Down Alfred Jr., down boy. Why did my roomate have to be so fucking hot? Freaking Brit should be happy I have bent him over a table and taken him then and there.

"Alfred, move your arse off the bed and come help me clean!" Yes, Arthur yell for me. Yell at me to come!...Oh God dudes! I'm turning into...THAT PERVERTED FRENCHIE DUDE! Mind = Blown. And not in the good way.

"Why can't you do it? Your strong enough aren't you?" Geez I can be such a douche, huh? Instead of just helping him, I had to tease him too. But it's so worth it.

"Bloody git! I'll have you know, I'm plenty strong! But I...uh...JUST GET OFF YOUR FAT ARSE AND HELP!" Oh man, that look. Flushed cheeks, his mouth slightly open, beautiful green eyes ablaze, and he was panting. Now if I could only find those leather pants he used to wear...

"Alright, alright Artie. No need to get rough, well unless your in other situations." I made my voice go low and sound husky. My eyes half-lidded I raked Artie's form with a rather suggestive smirk. Fuck yeah, bitches. I'm making a move tonight.

"W-whotever..." His face flushed, but he turned around hiding his face from view. Damn, so my little Brit was going to play hard to get? That's alright. Two can play at that game.

I painstakingly got off my comfortable bed and walked over to Artie. I grabbed his chin and turned his beautiful face to meet my gaze. His emerald eyes met mine in surprise, but he didn't back away. I took that as a good signal, and slowly I got closer to those plump pink lips. Closer...closer...clos-

"What's wrong with your face, Artie?" I asked faking a concerned expression, knowing I totally ruined the mood. I wanted to double over laughing at his face. He actually got redder and he looked so confused. My seductive move had left him speechless, no surprise dudes. I'm sexy and I KNOW IT.

"So what did you need the Hero's help for?" I asked. MAN, I am such a JACKASS. If looks could kill, I would be nothing more than a pile of ash. Artie was red not from desire but from pure embarrasment, that I caused! I am such a genius! Bet you dudes thought I was gonna kiss him, huh? Well, you got just got fooled! And people call ME stupid! MWHAHAHAHAHAHA!

"Y-You...B-BLODDY WANKER!" With that said he started throwing a huge load of shit at me. Like a bunch of pillows! LAME!

"Sorry Artie! But to defeat an awesome Hero like me, your gonna need more than tha-OH SHIT!" I barely dodged a pan that was throw at me. It was now WAR! With an awesome war cry...I ran away. Don't look at me like that dudes! He had ANOTHER pan in his hand. I don't know about you, but I have been hit with a frying pan before-Thank you Elizaveta!-(She was the Hungarian chick, dudes.) and it does not TICKLE.

I ran out our dorm, with Artie on my heels. Dudes, I have never ran THIS fast before! It felt that if I stopped to rest, I WOULD NOT SURVIVE. It was like in those horror movies I watched. When the people are running from the ghost/monster/murderer, you know how you always think DUMBASS when they look back? Well, yours truly just became that dumbass.

My face -My fucking GORGEOUS FACE- met the frying pan. Said frying pan must have been going 90 miles per SECOND because the force made me fall on my ass. None too gently, I might add. And for a split second, I think I saw the unicorn and all those fairies Artie always babbles about.

"TAKE THAT STUPID GIT! DON'T MESS WITH ARTHUR KIRKLAND!" With that said, Artie strut back to the dorm. (Embarrasingly I didn't get very far.) Where he proceeded to lock me out for the rest of the night. No matter how much I banged and begged him to let me in. Heh...bad thoughts bros...

I even offered to buy him a burger, dudes! Yet, he still refused! Oh, Arthur how you wound me! You tempt me with your sexy arse only to kick me away if I get too close...What's a Hero to do? I don't even get why I got hit? Artie's the one with issues, not me dudes! I'm clean, I swear!

All I've got to say is thank God it's friday. Because it was a long, cold, and tiresome night in the hallway. It's very hard to sleep against the door. There was no fucking way I was gonna sleep on the floor. Who knows what people do on 'em.

Did you hear that? It sounded like...a crying...child. FUCK! NOW I'M SCARED BROS! And that's saying something, because the Hero never gets scared. Unless in certain situations. THIS IS ONE OF THOSE SITUATIONS!

And my face still hurts too. *Sad face*

There you go the fifth chapter! Review and tell me what you think! :)