Warning; This story will contain violence, smut, coarse language and homophobic behavior. Please keep in mind that this is all fictional and that the author doesn't approve of such antics. You have been warned. Please keep all this in mind as you read.

Oh look, another late chapter. aujshgijalos;

"You…don't know?" Alfred asked quietly, already sitting up even further on the bed. Arthur had no choice but to back down, crawling away unsteadily. Alfred eventually was on his knees, leaning towards the Briton, the confused look still etched onto his face. Gulping, Arthur tried to move away again, only to have his hands entrapped by two larger ones. He whimpered inaudibly, his mouth jutting down into a worried frown.

"..Yes, I don`t know what I meant from that. I-It was just an outburst…It meant nothing." He mumbled; he himself trying not to break that unyielding gazed of Alfred's as he spoke slowly but surely. He felt like slapping himself for being idiotic as he watched the American squint his eyes out accusingly, his grip on him tightening slightly.

"I think you do know what you mean and you're just not telling me." Alfred said, leaning even further over and sneering. Arthur quivered, breaking their eye contact and glancing down onto the ground. He kept silent, the words just not coming to him as Alfred continued to stare down at him, seemingly flitting across the others every expression within those small moments. Gradually, Alfred loosened his hold on him and jumped off the bed, sighing. Arthur flinched, spinning around and facing the other as he began to pace. Whimpering, he hid his gaze once more as Alfred looked down at him. He was getting angry again, but he was holding it in, just for the others sake. Continuing to fume silently, he shook his head and thought back to the Brit's words. What the hell could he have meant from that, other than the obvious; Arthur wasn`t trying to stick up for them, was he? That was stupid, impossible! Arthur hated gays just as much as he did…right?

He fixated his gaze once more onto Arthur, frowning when he saw the boy avoiding him. For several moments, the air was tense, the only sound emitting from the room was that of Alfred's constant, seemingly endless pacing and Arthur's racing heartbeat. Each step Alfred took, the boy fear's would rise and rise again. He didn`t want this to end so quickly! He was expecting his secret to stay hidden for much longer. Feeling a sweat begin at his temple, Arthur squeaked as Alfred suddenly appeared once more, his arms at the sides of the Briton's body and his face inching closer, his eyes icily cold and piercing.

"…Tell me right now, Arthur, what did you mean by that?" His breath was hot, his glare getting more defined as Arthur pursed out his lips in a silent protest. With a soft breath, he pulled away and crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly. "You're fucking impossible, you know that?"

Arthur could feel his eyebrow twitch in annoyance; rolling off the bed he gaped, later glaring back just as harshly to the American. "How the hell am I impossible you git?"

"You refuse to tell me anything, and now you said something suspicious!" Alfred retorted, lifting up his arm and pointing childishly at him. Scoffing, Arthur rolled his eyes and grunted.

"That is only because you're so impossible to deal with!" He muttered, glaring down at the ground with a bland expression on his face. "A-And there was nothing suspicious about what I said!" Alfred threw his hands in the air, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"You stuttered again! Fucking suspicious right there."

"Oh grow up, you dimwit. Just because I stuttered doesn`t mean anything."

"It so does and you know it!"

"Do I? Really?" Arthur scoffed once more. He pushed past the American, muttering about getting to class finally that his lazy arse was up. As he was walking, Arthur sighed. He was running away again, wasn`t he? Running away from his troubles, running away from standing his ground and confronting those he needed reasoning. As he turned the corner into a vacant hallway, he slumped up against a wall, puffing out his cheeks as he pitied himself. He never wanted this; to hide something as important to himself as his sexuality. He never wanted to have limited access to his trust in his friends or to have to rely on that bleeding frog for help when needed. Most of all, he never wanted to have this mixed emotion towards Alfred. He couldn`t decide; was it fear, was it attraction? The American was obviously right in your face handsome. However, the fact that he was the leading cause to their homophobic student body didn`t pan out well with his dashing looks. It made Arthur's beat quicken, his eyes water and his throat close up. He was definitely afraid of Alfred; there was no doubt about it.

And suddenly said teen was there, huffing and puffing his way over to Arthur. What with his back up against the wall, Arthur had nowhere to run as it was too late by the time Alfred was in front of him. His face was menacing and his lips turned down into a growl. He stood his ground and looked down at Arthur.

"Did you think you could get away?" He asked quietly. Arthur's breath hitched and he tried to look away only to be pulled back roughly by his hair. He winced, however stared straight into Alfred's eyes.

"I-I don`t know what you're-"

"Don`t even start on that, man. What the hell is going on?" He muttered, unwinding his hands from the others hair slowly and returning it back to his pocket.

"Nothing, nothing is going on at all!"

"Well, it fucking seems like it."

"Tch…" Arthur grunted, trying to step away so he could get out of this situation. However, each step he took, Alfred would mirror the action, always being in front of him. To the left, there goes Alfred. To the right, Alfred's already there, arms crossed. Try tricking him and suddenly Arthur's pushed up against the wall, the American's hand planted firmly on his chest.

"No. Arthur, tell me right now what the hell is going on." Alfred stated his face stern and made his fingers curl up till he held Arthur by the cuff of his shirt. Shivering a bit, the Brit held his head down, closing his eyes and clenching up his jaw. It's all over; it's all bloody over, all because I had to open up my stupid mouth!

As Arthur continued to ramble on endlessly in his mind over his self-hatred, Alfred hunched his back, craning his neck down as he got closer to the Brit. His mind was blank and all he could really feel was anger. However, was it really anger that he felt? He was agitated, and most of all annoyed, but at what? Tilting his head ever so slightly to the side, he contemplated on this for a mere moment, while his eyes aimlessly shifted across Arthur's face. Despite those monstrous huge eyebrows and rattled up hair, he`s fairly okay-looking, somewhat… He thought randomly, pulling his eyebrows together in question. As he thought, Arthur finally felt the boys gaze burning into him and he looked up cautiously. Oh, and he has killer eyes man. Alfred watched as Arthur gulped and looked away for a second, flushing somewhat. As he returned his eyes back to Alfred, time seemed to stop. Arthur was suddenly very, very aware of how close they were together. Alfred was surprised by how much warmth he was gathering from the short distance between them. Not a single breath was taken as their private stare off continued, before Arthur finally spoke out.

"A-Alfred…"

"…Arthur?"

"I…I just… What I mean is that…" Exhaling deeply, he gnawed down on his lower lip momentarily before taking in another breath to calm himself. "I'm….."

"What is it?" Alfred sighed, raising his eyebrows, moving his hand to place it on the wall behind Arthur's head. Arthur looked down, mumbling something so quiet and so jumbled up, that Alfred was forced to lean in even closer. "Hm?"Abruptly, the boy lifted his head hastily up, only to smash it against the others face. Both teen's groaned and stumbled away from each other, one holding onto his forehead tenderly while the other held his nose once more.

"What the fuck..?"

"I forgot my book in the library!" Arthur exclaimed, not wasting any time as he began to sprint down the hallway and away from the swearing boy. Alfred blinked before swearing once more and loudly jogging after him.

"Artie….Artie, man, slow down! Are you fucking running away?" Alfred called out, despite being stuck in a hallway filled with classrooms. He ignored the stares they got from the open windows and picked up his pace, slowly closing the distance between them once more.

"N-No! Don't be stupid!" Arthur yelled back, slipping around the corner and barely saving himself from crashing. The other followed, grunting and pushing against the wall as if it would help him catch up. He watched only a few several feet afar as Arthur entered the library and he forced his legs to move quicker. He too entered, only to be rammed into a wall. Or, what he thought was a wall. A tall, Russian man stood before him, adjusting his scarf absentmindedly and humming quietly. Scoffing, Alfred stood up and cracked his neck in annoyance.

" Ah, hey there Ivan.." He said sourly, trying to look over the others shoulder to locate the Brit.

"Pryvet, comrade Alfred! How are you?"

"Hm, fine fine." He replied, scrunching up his face slightly and beginning to squint.

"That's good to hear, da?" Ivan smiled seemingly innocently, glancing over his shoulder along with the American. "You are looking for someone?"

"Yeah, that fucking British dude, Artie. Ran off while I was talking with him…"

" I saw him run into the history sections. I hope he is fine being alone, it's pretty hard to get out of those." Quirking an eyebrow quickly, Alfred beamed his usual grin up at the Russian. Patting him on the shoulder, he slipped under the others arm and began to 'speed walk' down towards said sections.

"Thanks dude! " Ivan stood there, playing with his scarf before shrugging to himself.

"Hm...Alfred seemed a lot nicer today. I wonder why…" He mumbled as he walked down to his class.

As Alfred wandered through out the stacks of books, he began to panic. He was deep into the library, and having not been in the room as often as he was supposed to, he was not familiar with which way ended where and where the entrance was to all of this. Sighing, he rested up against a shelf, shaking his head. Closing his eyes, he was able to hear the faint sounds of footsteps nearby, and with a little push forward he followed after.

"Artie!" He wheezed, only able to breathe out into loud whisper as he remembered where they were. The footsteps stopped for a second before picking up again, faster than before. "Artie, stop running away goddamn't!"

Down casting his gaze, the American was faintly able to see Arthur's feet underneath the shelves, and followed them whenever he could. Eventually he turned the corner and sure enough there was Arthur, his back turned on the boy and hunched over. Grinning mischievously to himself, Alfred crept on over, his hands raised as claws. Finally near enough to the Briton he growled and pawed at his shoulder. The teen screamed, raising his book high above his and smacked Alfred in the face. Yelping out of pain, Alfred stumbled once more and managed to crash into another shelf, books piling over top of him and landing on his now beaten body. Falling down with the books, the boy sat defeated on the floor, moaning and squinting up at Arthur.

Laughing nervously, Arthur held up his 'weapon', waving it around in the air as he spoke. "F-Found my book…"

Alfred deadpanned, later finding his frown slip up into a half grin before finally allowing himself to laugh loudly. He chuckled and giggled, shrugging the books off his shoulders as he chortled. He covered his hand over his snickering mouth and shook his head at Arthur.

"Y-You're just too much for me dude, honestly."

Frowning, Arthur tried to keep himself away from the infectious laughter however found it difficult as the situation kept coming back to him. Gradually he started laughing along and soon their section of the library was filled with their voices. Squatting down, Arthur pushed away the remainder of the books and placed them into a neat pile near the shelf before sitting down beside Alfred. The boy quieted down his sounds but still held a slow grin on his face. He leaned against the other easily and breathed out the last of his giggles.

"…Look, Alfred," Arthur said after a minute of silence. "What I meant from my outburst was that…you've become a good friend to me these past couple of days and honestly, if I see you continuing to act so selfishly and idiotic, I'm not going to help you when you're completely crippled to a chair, you twit." He chuckled, lightly bonking Alfred's head with a closed up fist. Alfred only grinned at him even more.

"Well, if that's all that you meant by it." Alfred yawned, relaxing against the other. "Dude, I thought you meant something stupid like… you were gay." Arthur felt his cheeks heat up but he laughed, shaking his head.

"No, of course not." He added in quickly, smiling reassuringly at the other despite the lie. Alfred smiled back and for a while the two just sat there against each other, breathing in the murky smell of hundreds of books and enjoying the time they had in silence. Suddenly Alfred sat up, his eyes alit like a child on Christmas morning.

"Dude, you said that we were friends, right?" He gushed. Sitting up and wiggling somewhat awkwardly, Arthur nodded. "Haaah, awesome. That means that you, a bunch of other buddies and I will be going together to Emma Morgan's party tonight. What do you say?"

Hesitating, Arthur fiddled around with his book for a moment. It'd be fine, wouldn't it? Just a party for the night; he might even be home before his parents if he was lucky. Smiling slightly once more, Arthur said calmly, "I don't see why not."

"Awesome. Dude, you are going to have the time of your life, trust me." Alfred giggled, standing up finally and offering a hand to Arthur. Raising his eyebrows, the Briton tucked his book under his armpit and took the hand, allowing Alfred to hoist him back onto his feet.

"I hope you're right."

AN; They are sloooooowwwwllllyyy becoming friends. Haah. This was fun to write out. I'm starting school tomorrow so...yeah. I'll try and write as much as I can, my lovely readers! Keep the reveiws up! you have no idea how much they help!

Disclaimer: Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya