I don't own Hetalia.
I had ended up buying Arthur some pants, as he threatened to skin me alive and actually found a knife to do so. It was kind of scary. I took him for a walk around the base, and the others were pretty talkative for there being an angel amidst us. Perfect.
Two weeks later, we were all friends.
But something was bothering me; Arthur seemed fine. He actually laughed several times during the walk, even when Francis cracked a joke. He hadn't escaped or tried to, and no attempts had been made to get him back. Did the angels just not want him, or were they too scared to travel here?
I stood up and walked over to Arthur, kissing his cheek in front if the others. He blushed, his head snapping to me. "Can I talk to you for a sec?" I murmured so only he heard. He stared at me, shocked, then nodded. He followed me outside.
I shut the door.
"What was that for?" he asked, all anger forgotten. I felt guilty. So horribly, horribly guilty. I had figured out the reason the others weren't coming for him, and I felt awful.
I had performed a spell last night, to try and find out why they weren't coming. And I had been so wrong. "A-artie, I need to do something soon. A-and.. For a while, I'm going to have to ask you to not question me. If I ask you to leave the room and hide, I need you to do it. Please?"
He stared at me like I was crazy. "Why would I need to hide?"
"Just.. Please. Don't come out no matter what."
He was starting to looked freaked out. "What? Who would I need to hide from? Alfred, why would I need to hide?"
I bit my lip, holding in the voice that wanted to desperately tell him. The voice that wanted only to tell him the truth and see what he decides, but I held him in for one reason; it would be too painful for Arthur. I didn't want him hurt.
"Promise me."
"Uh-uhm... Okay? I promise. But I wish you would tell me why. It's fine, though. Just tell me when you feel comfortable with it, okay?" he smiled, and my heart swelled. Another reason I loved Arthur so much was because he was so forgiving. (If you have a problem with the fact that I made Arthur forgiving, remember the American revolution and see how now they're good friends.)
"Okay. Thanks, Artie."
"My name's Arthur."
"How mad would you be if I were to legally change your name to Iggy?"
He hit me over the head and walked back into the room. "I don't exist to the world. They have to record of me."
I laughed. Yet another reason he was so awesome; he was smart. And brave. And empathizing.
I followed him into the room, where he and Francis were arguing about cooking. I inwardly snickered, knowing that he would win if only because he had the card he used on me (To protect Britain from raids they made its food terrible to anyone that wasn't British), and that would shock Francis into losing the argument. Matthew came over to me and sat down.
"What's bothering you, Al?" he asked. I raised an eyebrow.
"What do ya mean, bro? Nothing's wrong."
He sighed. "Don't lie to me, I can tell when something's wrong. What is it?"
I also sighed. "Matthew, can I tell you later? I don't want... Certain people to overhear."
He looked worried but agreed.
Arthur's POV:
I watched as Alfred followed me into the room after a moment of hesitating. I wonder what he was talking about when he asked me if I would hide when he told me to. Was he in some kind of trouble? No, Alfred would just get rid of the demon causing his trouble. Was I in trouble?
"Alfred? Where's the bathroom, again?" I asked. He pointed to the other side of the room and I blushed in embarrassment. How had I forgotten that? I stood up and went in.
When I finished, I was about to open the door when I heard a noise behind me. I turned, oh-so slowly, and nearly screamed; the hand that shot out and covered my mouth prevented me from doing so.