Hetalia isn't mine, even if the rapture goes as planned.
Anna handed her suitcase to the flight attendant as she boarded the private plane. Arthur really had it sweet, getting to ride in the company plane and everything for every overseas meeting, which was like always riding in first class. Anna sat down in the comfy seat across from him.
"Thank you so much for letting me come along! I must find a way to repay you for your kindness! I could cover my expenses for the flight—"
Arthur raised his hand to silence her. "Don't worry one bit about it. It costs me almost nothing to bring you along, and I enjoy having some company on the seven hour trip to the American continent." Horribly lonely is what he usually was, and long plane trips gave him time to think, which meant time to drink…
She smiled, and looked out the window as the plane took off. They'd not spoken about Alfred since he'd confessed the story to her, but she was very kind and understanding of him from then on, and as the month passed, he found himself liking the girl even more, and had begun to think of her like a niece, or an almost daughter. He could tell Anna anything, and know it would stay with her to the grave.
He really was lucky that she'd been there to pick him up when he'd foolishly gotten drunk that night, and that he'd not been left at the mercy of the bar tender. Although those mysterious Alcoholic Anonymous pamphlets kept popping up on his desk.
They chatted off and on during the trip, and ate a small dinner of airplane food, which wasn't all that bad (the flight attendants had barred him from bringing his own food on board, but he couldn't figure out why).
When the pilot announced they were an hour away from the big apple, Arthur began to talk over the schedule with Anna.
"Now, we'll be landing late this trip, around ten, but my reservations at my hotel are already in place, and I've always had good service at this hotel. The UN building is just down the street from this place, so I can just walk there and back between the different meetings and breaks. You can come and take a look around the UN building if you wish to see an in-depth look of the best of the best conducting world affairs. I will ask you, though, to warn me if you are going to look in on my meeting. Sometimes the world meeting can get a tad rowdy." He didn't want his best secretary out of work due to being hit in the head by a flying chair, and he had to keep his true identity secret. Plus, who knows what embarrassing conversations would start about his past? What if his brothers were there?
They landed, and Anna went and got her rental car she'd reserved. Arthur threw his luggage in with hers and got in the passenger seat, having to walk around the car once, forgetting which side it was on, used to only riding in cabs here in the states since...
She drove him to the hotel, parked, and grabbed his suitcase from the back. He protested, but she simply just shoved his reservations and passport in his hand and pushed him in, yawning.
USUK
"Hello, sir, may I help you?" The overly cheery woman at the desk immediately set Arthur in a bad mood, but he tried his best to retain a semblance of a gentleman.
"Yes, hello, my name is Arthur Kirkland, and I had a reservation for a room here?" The lady behind the desk nodded, her smile becoming nervous. She typed his name into the computer, then looked up.
"I'm truly sorry, sir, we over-booked our rooms, and had to do a first-come-first-serve reservation plan. Our last room was just taken by some business men."
His glare made her start to shrink. "WHAT?"
"I'm sorry, sir, but we gave it to a German man and—"
"His Italian partner, I know." Her look of surprise was great.
"You know-?" He simply turned around and waved Anna to follow.
"Come on, Anna, let's try to find someplace else." They headed back out to the rental.
The next hour was spent looking for another hotel, but all within a two-mile radius of the UN building seemed to be filled up. Some exposition had just opened, and getting a room in a non-cockroach infested hotel was nearly impossible. By that time, it was close to midnight.
"You know what, Mr. Kirkland, why don't you just stay at my father's place with me. We have, like, two extra guest bedrooms, and my dad loves company. It's about an hour away, but it's better than bed-bug central." Arthur nodded his head. It was probably his best option.
When they were a half an hour away from Anna's house, Anna called her father.
"Hello?" She could hear water running in the background. Shower phone.
"Hi dad, sorry to be calling so late. I'm about a half hour from home, and I was wondering if my boss could stay in one of the guest rooms. His hotel room fell through. If not, I can try to find him somewhere in town…"
"No, that's fine Anna. I'll be glad to meet this mystery man." She smiled.
"Thanks papa."
Arthur was quite surprised to find Anna's house was a beautiful mansion, and from what he could see in his tired state and in the dark, very well kept. She pulled into the wide circular driveway and parked next to her father's Altima. They then grabbed their bags, and Anna opened the front door, seeing as it was unlocked.
"Papa, we're here!"
Arthur heard the slam of a door and footsteps. He looked up spiraling stairs to see a muscular man in a half open white shirt and black slacks coming quickly down the steps, drying his hair with a towel. He looked like he'd just stepped out of the shower. The man was watching his step, looking down at his bare feet on the carpeted stairs, but as soon as he looked up, Arthur couldn't breathe.
"A-Alfred?" His world went dark.
Author's Note: Cliffhanger! DUN DUN DUN! Well, happy rapture at 6:15 tonight. I was bored, and had this typed up, so I posted it.
I LOVE THE REVIEWERS! Sorry I made you guys sad...BUT IT WAS WORTH IT!
(guess who got to clean her bathroom on rapture?)
Next chapter is half written. Might be posted today or tomorrow(if we're still here). I have no life. I'm a freshy in highschool, what do you expect?
anyway, love you guys. And according to my poll, which I'll close tomorrow, you guys love dolphins! Thank you to the 12 people who took my poll.
I'm such an American, I'm reading a book titled "English History made Brief, Irreverent, and Pleasurable" along with Gone With the Wind, THE CLASSIC AMERICAN NOVEL!
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Fun fact: Wilhelm II of Germany (kaiser during WWI and heir to the prussian throne) had a fetish for handsome men in uniform to stand around him, and had an amazing mustache. I bet people said "Das ist ein wunderbare Schnurrbart!" (I'm trying to learn german) Anyway, and he wrote a letter to his mother when he was in his early twenties about what they could do when they were alone in her bed chambers...
P.S. I couldn't remember what happened in which chapter so I named them.