Lu here! Thank you so much to those who reviewed! Though I apologise deeply if this sounds rushed or out of character - Emma said it's okay though so I'm posting.
Those eyes...
"Uhh..."
After a few stunned moments, the pair somewhat faded back into reality. However, Arthur was the one to notice the heavy luggage painfully dragging his arms backwards. Trying not to make a fool of himself, the Brit averted his gaze to his aching wrists and spoke with a hint of nervousness. "Ahah, would you mind grabbing your bag? I'd like to get to my hotel room..."
"Ah! Sorry!" Realising he was still holding him by his collar, Alfred quickly grabbed his suitcase and allowed the stranger to regain footing before releasing his death grip on his now creased shirt. "See, this is what happens when you don't install an elevator!" He exclaimed towards the stairs, loud enough for reception to hear from down the flight of stairs.
Arthur smirked, "tch, don't try and blame them for your own stupidity. You know you're supposed to walk forwards upstairs, right?"
The American huffed, "well if you would have just accepted my offer, none of this would have happened. Therefore this is entirely your fault."
...what? Damn this bloke was irritating, Arthur clenched his fists. "Git, you were the one who started getting cocky! This is nobody's fault but your own!" And with that, he stomped past the brat and towards his hotel room.
Turning sour, Alfred began to walk to his own room, which just happened to be across the hall from the same person who just made him sour. "Geez, no need to act like an old geezer."
Arthur stopped midway of opening the door, "Well maybe you should stop acting like a childish brat and take responsibility for your actions."
Oh no, Alfred was not having that. He paced over towards the shorter man who was pretty much backed up against the door. "Responsibility? Dude, how about you try to accept someone's kindness when they're trying to help you? It's like you're trying to prove a point by pushing people away when really you just look like a miserable old man."
Apparent old man did not appreciate having his personal space invaded, but he stepped forward in order to show that he would not be pushed around. He grit his teeth. "And who's that coming from, eh? I heard no thank you for saving your luggage, you self centred git."
Alfred scoffed light-heartedly. "And I heard no thank you for saving your ass but you don't hear me complaining. Seriously dude, you need to lighten the fuck up."
Arthur dropped his bag next to him and cracked his knuckles, an angered smirk apparent on his lips. "How about you shut up before I hit you?"
A genuine laugh found its way through the lips of the American, "Dude, you really think-" He was rudely interrupted by a fist connecting with his face, much harder than he expected. He needed a moment to comprehend that he'd actually just been hit by this guy.
"Hah, don't mess with me, lad. You're just a kid who-" BANG. Arthur felt himself being flattened in shock and a slight bit of fear against the wall behind him, the fist of the man he just punched in the jaw embedded into said wall and dangerously close to his head... He looked up at the man above him, who's face was too close to his own – he wore a dark expression and was breathing deeply. He felt the adrenaline pumping through his veins and damn, he revelled in it.
"Listen dude, I really don't like being talked to rudely, but being hit for trying to be nice is something I don't stand for. You don't know who I am so do me a favour and- goddamnit it hurts!" Alfred cradled the fist his just threw a punch with with his other hand while whining in pain. "Just don't do that again, dude! That freaking huuurts!"
A moment of utter confusion and Arthur burst out laughing. "You bloody idiot! How stupid can you be?"
Alfred only looked merely irritated by now, too focused on the pain. He huffed and gave Arthur one last look – he looked plain rejected and defeated. Arthur let out a snicker but also a laugh of sympathy before rolling his eyes. "I'm sorry, that was very ungentlemanly of me. I'm Arthur." He held out his left hand so Alfred didn't have to shake with his hurting one.
Alfred paused for a moment, slightly surprised by the change in atmosphere but happily accepted the handshake and the fact he wouldn't be making another enemy. "I'm Alfred."
...
After many attempts at trying to stop the fight, only to realise that he couldn't be seen, yet again. Canada pulled out his phone. Two days ago, he'd received a call from Francis that he was skeptical to believe. He had said that after discovering Arthur washed up on a beach, he didn't remember who or anything about who Alfred or America was. Then he didn't believe it, now he was majorly concerned. He quickly pressed call on France's contact.
"Ah, mon cherie, Matthieu! 'Ow nice of you to call the world's wonderful big brother! What do you 'ave to say to me today?" The Frenchman drawled on.
"Ah, Francis?" The Canadian bit his lip nervously.
"Oui, mon petit ange?" Francis leant over the edge of his dear cousin, Vash's balcony.
"...it's about England and America..." Matthew fidgeted where he stood, not sure how he was going to word this.
"Angleterre and Amérique?" admiring the view and the young nation's soft voice, 'big brother' took a long sip of his red wine.
"Oui..." He braced himself for the reaction to come, "I just watched them introduce themselves to each other at our hotel..."
Francis then spat out his wine, which landed right on the head of Switzerland, who happened to be passing below the balcony. "What?!"
I hope this is up to standards, thank you for reading (^•^)