I do not own Hetalia. Written by M~
In the house of Gryffindor, the countries were blending in perfectly. Arthur, Alfred, Harry and Ron were becoming the best of friends. They were eating their meals together in the Great Hall and were also relaxing in the common room together. Alfred even made the Qudditch team, even though he never even flew on a broom before.
"Bloody good Alfred, just don't get killed on that broom!" yelled Arthur.
"It's alright Arthur. I'll keep him safe and out of the hospital wing. Well, I'll do my best!" Harry said reassuringly.
"And if you break a bone, Lockhart won't be here to make it disappear," added Ron jokingly. Harry grimaced at that and Arthur and Alfred just nodded pretending they knew what he was talking about.
Watching Quidditch practice was very entertaining for the man with the bushy eyebrows. He found his eyes following a certain boy with a scar on his forehead. He found his heart quicken it's pace when Harry stopped by the stands during a break. His heart started to beat faster and he could feel his face beginning to flush. What's happening to me? Am I getting sick? With a sigh he resigned his thoughts and focused back on the Quidditch practice. His sigh did not go unnoticed by Ron who was sitting next to him.
"Is something the matter Arthur? You have been sighing a lot recently," asked Ron.
"It's nothing. I was just thinking about things," replied Arthur.
"Very vague, so what things?" remarked the ginger.
"As I said, it's nothing to worry about," uttered Arthur.
"Well, if you need to talk about something or need advice or help with anything just let me know, okay?" commented Ron worryingly.
The two students walked down to the common room where they saw Ron's older twin brothers, Fred and George. They were being scolded by the new teacher that taught the after effects of magical things. As they walked by they heard snippets of conversation that confused them. Something about erasers and condoms was mentioned as they passed them. Arthur gave Ron a strange looked which Ron returned with exasperation one. They suddenly burst out laughing which caught the attention of the twins and Francis.
"Isn't it time that you two returned to class? Also Fred and George, I expect you two in my room for extra lessons starting tomorrow," the Frenchman said to the twins. He started to walk away after giving the twins a wink and a very suggestive look.
Arthur gave Francis a look which he just shrugged off. Francis walked closer to the two younger ones but Arthur recognized what was going to happen when he saw a rose suddenly appear in the Frenchman's hand so he grabbed Ron's and ran away. He didn't need any problems caused by Francis to add to the ones that were starting with Harry. They walked by Harry and Alfred, who were laughing. The laughing ceased when they saw Arthur and Ron holding hands. They quickly let go and all four looked away from each other. Well isn't this a bit awkward now?
"Hey, guys! Qudditch practice over already?" Ron asked since he was unable to judge the mood the other three were dealing with.
"Umm, yeah. It finished ten minutes ago, but Alfred disappeared for a bit. So you were with Arthur?" Harry asked. Before Ron could give a response, Arthur jumped in.
"We were just talking! Right, Ron? We were going to talk to your brothers for a bit but Fred and George were with Professor Bonnefoy for getting extra lessons," Arthur rambled on.
"Well that's cool, dude, I guess. Should we head back to the common room?" Alfred suggested. He was met with a bunch of nods of consent. No one noticed Alfred switching his gaze from Arthur and Harry who were chatting with each other. Ron then joined in the conversation and made Arthur chuckle. The American felt a pang in his heart. Must be all the food here, not getting enough hamburgers...that has to be it, no other reason.