HEY! SORRY!

I haven't had internet and just got it back. My apologizes for the short wait.

WARNING!: This story has a stupid city with stupid people, malexmale in later chapters, USUK, PruCan, etc.

THIS IS OF IMPORTANCE!: I will be introducing an OC in this chapter. It is SCOTLANDxOC, I didn't exactly know who to pair him with, so I just made someone. Please do not make bad remarks on her if you feel she's stupid or annoying, she's actually meant to be kind of annoying. If you do feel I could fix her in any way though, do tell me.

NOT TO ALL GRAMMAR NAZI'S: Help! If you see something wrong tell me I'll attempt to fix it ASAP

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

"Um, well...
Listen a little - it's something important
Kalinka? Malinka?
Just pinch my cheek
It's just that I can't control myself
Should we do more fantastic things?"

Chapter Five: I Will Go Out With You

Alfred stared at Arthur from behind his glasses as the Brit sipped the to-go coffee mug in his cold hands. Of course it wasn't coffee in the mug though; the Brit had proclaimed a while back that he despised that 'distasteful' liquid. He much preferred tea, same with his siblings. Alfred breathed watching him sit quietly on the bench beside him. They hadn't spoken at all really, just being near each other made them feel better.

Arthur had moved out about 3 weeks ago, and Alfred had been going crazy. Apparently he'd become accustomed to Arthur's nagging and so forth, and now that he was gone Alfred felt like his daily routine was all kinds of screwed up. When the Brit had appeared out of the blue this morning, Alfred couldn't help but smile; feeling as if his sanity had returned to him. He felt better when he was in the presents of him, like he was whole again.

"So how are you and your siblings holding up?" Alfred asked, averting his gaze to his own to-go coffee mug. He hadn't touched it.

"Good… I brought some books to Seamus the other day to keep him calm. He hasn't done much but read lately." Arthur said, looking at Alfred. It was his turn to stare. The American looked like he was fighting a battle really. He'd almost crushed him in a hug this morning; AFTER he'd banged on the door until he woke up. Arthur at times like those wished he had a phone. The alarm would have surely woken the sensitive eared man up with no second to spare.

"He's so handsome…" Arthur thought, a raging blush formed on his cheeks. It wasn't wrong to admire another man. He gulped quickly looking down at his tea. "But he's stupid and immature and-"

"I want to go out with you. On a date," Alfred said suddenly, "I don't know how to date or anything but I want to date you." Arthur's ears became raging red as he stared intently at his tea, as if it had all the answers he needed.

"Wh-what will we do?" Arthur asked hesitantly. He slowly looked up at Alfred who had a thoughtful face. The other smiled widely and stood up.

"Let's go see a movie. You like movies right?"

"N-not really…" Arthur said. Alfred nodded and hummed in thought. He smiled once again.

"Common! I know what we can do!" He grabbed Arthur and pulled the Brit along with him. The smaller man sputtered and squawked at Alfred as he was pulled along, but never actually tried to break away. Arthur blushed at the warmth of Alfred's iron grip. He smiled, telling that Alfred was being careful with his strength. This was going to be a long day…

Walking into the restraint Arthur took a seat at the booth with Alfred. Alfred smiled widely at him, which made Arthur blush. Maybe all of this was sudden, who asks someone out just randomly? Well the question is who accepts? That would be Arthur, yup. He felt embarrassed now that he'd thought about it, but it wasn't really his fault was it? Alfred was very sly! The smile on Alfred's face just continued to be there, smiling at Arthur as if this was the best thing ever.

"I hope you like Asian food." Alfred said as a happy Japanese man came over. He looked surprised to see Alfred, but joyful.

"Hello Alfred it is good to finally see you again." The waiter said, pulling his order pad from his apron pocket.

"Hi Kiku," Alfred smiled fondly at the Asian. "Kiku this is my friend Arthur Kirkland. He's really annoying, but fun to hang out with." Arthur kicked Alfred's leg from under the table, keeping a smiling face. Alfred pouted at Arthur.

"Pleasure to meet you; I am always happy to meet another of Alfred's friends." Kiku said. "Anyway, what would you like to order?"

"I'll have the special!" Alfred announced happily.

"What is the special?" Arthur asked.

"Ah it's 'Mum's Chicken'," Kiku said, he smiled at Arthur, "It's just chicken legs with Asian spices; Alfred enjoys it." Arthur nodded.

"I think I'll try that," Arthur said. Kiku nodded and took the rest of their order before walking away. "You seem to know this place well, well I guess I already knew that… but… still. You worked ehre right? I can't really…"

"Know for sure? Yea, I worked here. It's the place where the robbery went on…" Alfred said, Arthur nodded knowingly to him. Alfred smiled wide and took his hand gently.

Arthur blushed, but didn't pull his hand away. Alfred smile was beaming on him and he fiddled with his fork while his hand was held. This was embarrassing but he couldn't bring himself to pull away. Alfred turned his hand, rubbing Arthur's palm with his thumb. He laughed at Arthur' red face. Arthur looked over at him and simply huffed in an annoyed way.

"Do you know where I can get glasses Alfred? I tried getting myself breakfast, but they told me I wasn't allowed to order there…" Arthur said with a deep sigh. Alfred frowned.

"Yea, we can go get some… I'm sorry Artie, I hadn't even thought about that before you left… Usually Matt takes care of that kind of thing…"

"It's ok," Arthur smiled, "It isn't your fault. It was just really annoying…"

"I fully understand," Alfred said, breaking out into a big smile wen Kiku came over with their food and drinks.

"How about these?" Alfred asked placing a pair of bright green framed glasses on Arthur's face. He snorted and Arthur frowned pulling them off.

"No Alfred those look absolutely fake," Arthur said looking over them before placing them back. He grabbed a pair of silver rimmed glassed and put them on. He smiled at his reflection before turning to Alfred.

"Perfect!" Alfred said with a big smile. Arthur blushed them continued scanning the display, "Looking for some for your fam?"

"Yeah… Jana has really wanted to explore the more populated areas than just the random anime conventions and so forth."

"I understand," Alfred said, "We can also find them some new clothing. The guy that works here makes clothing. He's really good at it too, Matt is his friend I guess…" Alfred turned around and looked at a door in the back. "FRANCIS! HEY FRAAAANNNNNCCCIIIIIISSSS!"

The door slammed open and a frowning man came out. He sighed when he spotted the smiling boy. "What do you want Alfred? Is Matthew with you? I need to speak with him about something…"

"No… but if you can," Alfred pointed Arthur out to the Frenchmen, "Help Arthur get new clothing for him and his siblings...?"

Instantly the frenchman perked up. He looked over at the blonde, then smiled. He walked over to him and examined this knew specimen. Arthur sputtered and quickly stepped away from this man. Alfred smiled and patted his back comfortingly. The brit didn't seem to lighten up though.

"Do not worry cher," Francis said,"Matryoshka are treated well here in my studio. Concidering I am one myself… I assume Alfred has told you what I do?"

"No…" Arthur said looking up at Alfred. Alfred laughed lightly and scratched the back of his head. "What do you do other than make clothing…"

"I make clothing that suits us, such as Alfred here. His coat, I made it. If he didn't have one made by me, when he puts the coat on it'd rip! Sometimes he can be in such a rush he doesn't focus. Now he is more careful though with pants and shirts, but sometimes he will come in and have me alter them so they won't get ruined."

"So you could make… make clothing for me and my siblings?" Arthur asked quizzically, Francis nodded.

"Matthew, Alfred brother, I've made clothing that disappears with him, so he won't get in trouble for scaring people. Then I have given him jewelry that he can focus his energy in so he disappears less often." Francis said, "I am sure I can work with you…"

Arthur seemed very hesitant at first, before he nodded and fallowed Francis into the back room. Alfred held his hand and smiled reassuringly at him, Arthur gave a small smile back to him. In the back room the scent of roses was very strong. Arthur knew there was a lot of roses and other plants in the front and outside, but back here there were so many…

Arthur went over to a rose and touched it gently, careful of its thorns. He bent down and smelled it, then smiled. It was nice, he'd always loved flowers; even thought it was really girly to like them. He felt Alfred squeeze his hand gently and he looked up to see him smiling softly. Francis stood impatiently by a stand. Arthur let go of Alfred's hand and went to stand on the stool. When he did Francis looked at him expectantly.

"Common now, show me what your gift is." Francis said. Arthur looked at Alfred nervously. Alfred walked over and took Arthur's jacket, placing it on a table.

Arthur stared at the Frenchman before hesitantly unbuttoning the shirt he wore. The man seemed unbothered by this though so Arthur supposed it was ok. He pulled his shirt off and clutched it tightly before turning around to let Francis see his back. On Arthur's back were two thin slits, unnoticeable unless you focused really hard on them. Under the skin there were things twitching, honestly it was a little gross until Arthur let out those twitching things.

Alfred stared in wonder as the white feathers furled out of Arthur's back. They were pure white and simply beautiful. Francis also seemed very entranced in the white of them. With the spotlight on Arthur and the roses around him, he looked like an angel. Alfred blushed and tried to divert his attention but failed. Arthur looked over his shoulder at them, an annoyed look on his face. He obviously was not amused with just standing there.

"Wow," Francis said reaching out and touching the base of the wings gently. Alfred immediately went to pull Francis away but it was too late. Arthur spun around and his fist collided right into Francis' face.

Alfred let Francis learn from mistake, so he watched at Arthur kicked him and rendered him helpless. Alfred blushed a deep red as he watched this merciless side of Arthur, then shook his head. He shouldn't be thinking of weird things right now. The first time he'd touched Arthur's wings, the guy was twitching and trembling. He wasn't comfortable with people even looking at his wings. Arthur had told Alfred at some point he was scared when people touched his wings.

Alfred went over and took Arthur's hands, helping the man calm down," Arthur, Arthur it's ok. Shh look at me…" He held Arthur's face and saw his manic terrified eyes. He suddenly felt very guilty, "Hey… It's me, It'll be ok…" Arthur suddenly began to cry, trembling. He hugged Alfred and tried not to sob, so he just stood there with his face in Alfred's chest. "Do you want me to call someone? Should we come back a different time?" Arthur nodded.

Alfred took off his jacket and wrapped it around Arthur, letting him fold his wings back up. Arthur buried his face in it as Alfred sat him in a chair. Alfred went over to help Francis up from the floor, thankfully he wasn't that badly injured. Alfred made sure his brother's friend wasn't upset either. Instead Francis had an air of understanding. As soon as he was up he quickly went over and said an apology to Arthur. Arthur didn't say anything back.

"We'll be back Francis… I'm sorry Arthur freaked out I should have explained this to you…"

"No it's ok Alfred. Please do come back so I can help with make proper clothing for him." Alfred nodded at Francis and helped Arthur get dressed again.

As Alfred walked with Arthur he had a great sense of guilt over him, "I'm sorry…" He said. He'd taken Arthur out to have fun! Not to scare the shit out of him! Alfred shook his head and gripped Arthur's hand lightly. Arthur looked up at him, then squeezed his hand tightly.

"I had a good day. Yeah that last part was bad but…" Arthur took a sigh, "I need to work on getting used to people touching my wings… Its just…"

"I know… Where is your place anyways? We've been walking for hours…"

"Take a left." Arthur said silently.

They walked for another few hours; by the way the sky was getting darker Alfred feared he may not be able to return home tonight. The area they were in was ghostly silent, no life was found in this area and Alfred found it soothing in a scary way. The further they went into this abandoned part of the city, the less his Alarms blared. He furrowed his brows as they seemed to cross through a sound proof barrier, well some sort of barrier. Arthur smiled at him, which calmed him down a bit.

"This is it…" Arthur said, leading him into a tall old brick building. It must have been an old hotel, it definitely wasn't an apartment building though.

As soon as they were in the lobby area Alistair, who was sitting on a couch, looked up at them. His eyes narrowed at Alfred, before he slowly turned back to his book. Arthur let go of Alfred's hand and walked over to his brother. He placed black rimmed glasses on him. Alistair blinked suddenly, then took the glasses off of his face. Arthur smiled and told his brother what they did, then how he'd gotten a pair for all of them.

"So yeh wasted our food money on something else? Something we don't exactly need?" Alistair said, narrowing his eyes further but towards Arthur this time. Arthur gulped and looked down.

"Technically we do need them, I went into a fast food pace today to get myself breakfast, but because I was Matryoshka they told me I wasn't allowed to order there. With these people won't know… They'll hide our eyes better…" Arthur said, stepping away from his elder brother.

"Alright then," Alistair said. The elder stood up, placing a bookmark in the book. He looked behind Arthur to Alfred.

Alfred stared at the other man for a long while, but Alistair's dark green eyes never were fazed. Alfred suddenly felt very angry at this man. Arthur seemed to understand what Alistair was doing so he reached out to stop him but before he could the elder jumped on top of the coffee table and into the air. Alfred jumped back at his pitch black wings burst out of the holes in the back of the shirt. Alistair flew forward, bringing his arm up to the light. Alfred stood in wonder at his arm became long and sharp. Like a sword.

Suddenly out of nowhere someone jumped infront of him. Alfred blinked a few times, before noticing the girl. It wasn't Jana, he knew that for sure. She had long black hair and was slim. She blocked Alistair's move with ease, as if it was absolutely nothing! She hummed lightly; a spark came out of nowhere and made some sort of shield. Alistair furrowed his brow, only making her laugh lightly. She voiced a small tune, and a transparent sword formed into her grasp.

She blocked every move, fighting back like it was some sort of game. Alistair was becoming more annoyed by the second. He gave out a frustrated growl, slashing furiously at her. She blocked it with another wave of sparks, like they were a weapon. When Alistair's arm collided this time, a spark shot through the silver. He jerked back and shook his arm, it forming back into a fleshy limb. He glared at the girl for a long time before giving a whiney kind of noise. The girl giggled, her weapons disappearing.

She smiled, her weapons disappearing. She walked over to Alistair, nothing omitting from her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled his chest. Alistair simply patted her head awkwardly. When she let go, she glanced over at Alfred, and he blinked. She smiled and went over; she waved at him, like it was completely normal to have visitors. Arthur quickly made his way back over to Alfred, taking his hand possessively.

"Alfred this is Noelle… Alistair met her a while ago…" Arthur said, staring at the girl. Alfred observed her. She was tall, probably older than him. Her eyes were an amethyst purple, which was very interesting. "She doesn't talk, but my brother seems to understand her fine. She helps us with money…"

"Her voice is her weapon, it can influence people," Alistair said, walking over. Noelle didn't look amused that she was being explained to other people like a pet, "She can also use the ripples in the air from her voice to create a shield or form temporary weapons." He took Noelle's hand with a boed expression, then tried to pull her away. She gave an annoyed look, but gave in and fallowed with a noiseless sound.

"Oh," Alfred said, just now actually coming out of his shock. He looked at Arthur, before pulling his phone out of his pocket, "I'm staying here tonight by the way. People would see how my eyes glow in the dark so…"

"It's ok there's a a lot of rooms so-"

"I'm sleeping with you Arthur." Alfred said bluntly. Arthur got an annoyed expression but didn't say anything else. "Why'd they attack anyways?"

"Alistair was just trying to see how you would react, you failed by the way. Noelle was bored I suppose, she likes to mess with Alistair. She follows him around everywhere… Like a puppy dog. I don't think Alistair really cares though."

"Do you think they like eachother?"

"I have no idea, but I suppose it's possible. That'd be annoying though. I can't imagine my brother like that…"

"Yeah me either, that sound weird!" Alfred scrunched up his face as if he'd smelled something really bad.

"ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDD!" came a screaming voice, suddenly something slammed into his chest, only to fall back on the floor as it it'd hit a stone wall. The form giggled on the floor, before Dylan ran out of the room and helped him.

"Sorry, he suddenly freaked out and went screaming." Dylan said, Arthur snorted and helped pick up the younger brother.

"He sure does like running into me." Alfred said raising an was a little creeped out by the teens constant cackling. Was he that insaine? "Arthur what's wrong with him?"

"He went out with me in the city today… All the emotions and feelings get to him, he'll be ok tomorrow…" Dylan said, holding his younger brother close as the teen began to sob uncontrollably. Jana hurried out of another doorway and ran over, she gently took him from Dylan before heading into another area of the building. "He's quite touchy right now."

"Pain, hurt, but no, don't cry
Parade? Marade?
Just clap some more
Wait, you say, wait, wait
Before we drop to just one..."

Good? Next chapter will be good too.