I don't own Hetalia, because Hidekaz Himaruya does. Lucky manga artist..

"So how will sleeping arrangements work?" I asked Alfred.

"We go to sleep?"

"Yes, but where?" I rolled my eyes.

"The bed?"

"Together?" I asked, my voice raised half an octave.

"Yeah?"

"That's a horrible arrangement! I don't want to sleep with you!"

"Geez, you dirty old man, I'm not gonna do anything to you." he smirked. I blushed.

"No, I mean, I don't want to share a bed with you!"

"Well, there's only one bed."

"So give me my own room!"

"For you to do whatever you want to with? I think not."

"Then I'll sleep on the chair." I decided. It wouldn't be comfortable, but it was better than what would surely be an awkward night.

I stood up and made my way to the chair. About halfway there, strong arms grabbed me and practically threw me onto the bed, me letting out a very dignified shriek. For dignified people.

Alfred climbed on top of me, pinning me down. I let out another squeak, blushing furiously. He lingered over me, as if contemplating something. Then he decided, lowering himself and laying his head on my chest, gripping me in a hug.

"What are you doing?"

"I promised I wouldn't do anything to you, but you wanted to sleep on the chair; that wouldn't be good for your back. And if I let you go, you'll just go back to the chair. So I have to keep you pinned down." he said, sighing contentedly.

I blushed even more. "That's no reason to throw me onto the bed and pin me down! You wanker, let me go! This is very uncivilized!"

"Meh."

"Meh? Meh?! Unhand me! Twat!" I started struggling, although it was useless because of his iron grip. Stupid demons being stronger in Hell.. His laughing didn't help me calm down any.

I grabbed his swishing tail and yanked it away from me, growling, "Down, boy!"

He yelped and jumped off, snatching his tail from me and looking up with watery eyes. "That was cruel! I didn't do anything to you!"

"I beg to differ." I sniffed indignantly, rolling over on the bed. "Now you get the couch."

"Aw, but the couch isn't comfy at all!"

"Too bad."

He jumped up next to me anyway, snuggling close cute- absolutely immaturely. "We'll share."

I blushed but didn't protest, pushing him off me and putting one of the pillows inbetween us in a silent 'you-cross-this-border-I-kill-you'. He pouted but rolled over regardless and went to sleep. I glared at him for a moment, before also rolling over and falling asleep.

When I woke up, the pillow was tossed to the floor and I was buried in Alfred's chest. I was about to push him off and yell at him for crossing the border when I realized that I was the one on the other's side.

My head told me to get out of his grip, but my body wasn't responding. It was weird. Alfred smelled like cinnamon and... Bakery goods. You'd think he'd smell like the very definition of death, seeing as he ate souls, but no. His arms were comforting, wrapped securely but loosely around my shoulders, and his breathing was soft and consistant. The position we were in was very relaxed.

I stayed there for a while, thinking. I shouldn't feel this safe in the arms of my enemy, but I couldn't help it.

After a little bit, he started stirring. I quickly escaped his grasp and went into the bathroom, shutting the door softly and looking around for a spare toothbrush. I found an unopened package of them under the sink and used one, brushing my hair with his brush and washing my face. I stepped out, Alfred sitting up in the bed, back resting against the wall lazily, eyes looking at me.

"Any particular reason I woke up with you hugging me?" I asked, vibrant green eyes narrowed.

"I was hugging you?"

I facepalmed. "No."

"Is that sarcasm?"

"Yes."

"Is that sarcasm?"

"Oh, shut it."

"Are ya hungry?"

I thought for a second. "Yes."

"Well? Where'd ya like to go?"

"I.. don't know."

"How about America?"

"No."

"Hater." he accused.

"That's right."

"Fine, we'll go to that tasteless place.."

I snorted. "Are you referring to Britain?"

"Where else?" he rolled his eyes.

"You fool! Britain is so obviously superior to American food that it's almost pathetic! Its food is brilliance!" I said, defensive of the county I love; I knew my wings were flapping, the sign angels and demons do to show dominace. "Its so good that only the worthy people of Britain can appreciate its greatness, because of a spell done long ago, a spell that made anyone who wasn't British think that the food was horrible. We did that to protect Britain from raids!"

He stared at me, dumbfounded. "Dude.. You just got really defensive."

"Really? I didn't notice."

"Um.. Okay.. Would you like to go to the tasteful Britain?"

"Yes." I lowered my eyelids in a 'holier-than-thou' pose. "Yes, I would."

"I'll just starve for now. Anyway, you shouldn't go out like that."

"I'm fully aware that I slept in these clothes, but I'd rather not borrow any more of yours."

"No, it's not that. It's just.." he held back a laugh. "Er.. You know how demons have tails?"

The colour drained from my face. What?

He continued. "And... How angels don't?"

I covered my arse and blushed ferociously. I had just spent the night in bed with a guy with my arse uncovered. How had I not felt that?

"So there's a giant gaping hole in your ass, dude."

I repeatedly hit him as hard as I could. He laughed anyway. "You... You wanker! You immature, rude, disgusting, excuse for a gentleman! What is wrong with you?! Why the fuck wouldn't you tell me that?"

America's POV:

I laughed as Arthur hit me repeatedly in the chest and arms. He was so weak it was cute. The way his messy hair bounced when he moved and his green eyes narrowed, showing his true emotions. All the time, all I had to do was look at him and see what he was thinking. He was also blushing, a dark red tinted across his cheeks. My heart sped up when I saw that blush. I don't know how it had happened so quickly, but I felt a strange affection for the angel. I shouldn't feel that way, not only because he was an angel, but because I was setting myself up for failure. There was no way he felt the same way about me.

"Quit laughing, jerk!" he commanded, wings flapping and raising him up almost a foot. I laughed again. It was cute how he thought he was superior to me, and I wasn't about to get rid of my fun, so I allowed him to think that way. I was torn between his cussing, however.

On one hand, it was a bad habbit and kind of annoying when it was directed towards me, but, on the other hand, it could come in handy and be amusing when I got to getting him in bed. My plan was to make him fall in love first, though, because heroes don't rape people. I still didn't know how to make him love me, though.

Surely he wouldn't want to be with me. But it wouldn't hurt to try.

"Artie..." I whined, "You wouldn't sleep with me if I told you! So I didn't."

"Git! There's just.. No words. You probably don't even listen when I speak." he sighed.

"What? No! Iggy, I'm listening!" I protested.

"Huh. Then get me some pants."

"I said I was listening, not putting your words into practice. Why would I get rid of the view?" I pouted.

"I'm going to kill you."