Yo~! So, I actually decided to continue this. :D Yay! Thanks goes out to all the reviewers~! :D

Well, sorry this one's a bit shorter. I had a bit at writer's block at first. Anyway, I actually finished the second chapter~! :D I don't know how long this is going to be, but it's most likely it'll end in one or two chapters. :D We'll see!

Desclaimer: I don't own APH. (But it would be so awesome if I did. :D)


Alfred heard a low grumbling come from his empty stomach.

Okay, so now he really needed a burger!

He lifted his head and got up from his seat. He walked up to the staircases Arthur had gone up a little while ago. Honestly, Alfred did want to see him, but he didn't know what would happen if he did. Would he get those same feelings again? Or would Artie just call him a twit and kick him out of his house? Not taking the risk, Alfred decided to stay downstairs as he said goodbye to his former mentor.

"Hey, Artie!" Alfred called up the stairs, cupping his hands around his lips to make himself louder.

"WHAT?" came the reply. His bright blue eyes widened a bit. Was it just him, or did Arthur's voice sound a bit… weird?

"I'm leaving! Just wanted ya to know, is all!" Alfred awaited the Englishman's response, but was met with silence. He just shrugged, wanting to get out of the man's house and to the nearest McDonald's as soon as possible.

"Okay, then, whatever! Later, Artie!" The American walked to the door silently, trying to see if the Englishman would respond this time.

Silence.

Alfred had his hand on the doorknob, ready to turn it, when he looked back one more time.

"Hero OUT!" He screamed, before slamming the door behind him.

-x-x-x-x-

That bloody American twit.

Arthur hated him.

But that was just blasphemy.

The Brit sat on his bed, his head deep in his tear-stained pillow. He felt like crap. Bloody heart-broken crap.

And it was all that nit's fault.

Arthur couldn't really blame him, though. He didn't do anything wrong, aside from being an idiot. But, he was Alfred. That couldn't be helped. Alfred was just a daft American who had outrageous plans and ate nothing but fatty food.

But then, why did Arthur love him so?

The blonde man turned himself over and laid himself on his back, as if to look at the ceiling, through his closed eyelids. He wiped his own tears away, and then rubbed his eyes.

He was the real idiot.

He was the one who had fallen in love...and said aloud his feelings to have them-wait.

Arthur's eyes opened when he realized the truth.

He really was the idiot! (Although he would never admit that to anyone.)

He was the one crying in his room! He was the one that was bawling his eyes out, even though… he hadn't even actually confessed his feelings! How did he know he had really been rejected, when there had been nothing to reject?

The Briton sat up, everything suddenly clear in his mind.

He was going to tell Alfred he loved him.

-x-x-x-x-

Alfred opened up his Big Mac, and lifted it up gently, in awe of its beauty. He giggled, and then bit down on his meal, followed by a swig of coke.

'Mm… this is pretty good, for a British Mickey D's.' As soon as he had left the Brit's home, Alfred had gone for the nearest McDonald's he could find. Surprisingly, he actually found one! In England!

The young American put his burger down and analyzed the restaurant. It seemed pretty normal. Hm… none of the costumers had super-thick caterpillar eyebrows. It was a bit surprising, actually.

Alfred's blue eyes kept roaming until he spotted a pair of kids-well, to be more accurate, young adults, sitting nearby. 'I wonder if they're related?' The nation pondered, even though the young male and female looked nothing alike.

The blonde's accusations were struck down when the boy leaned closer to the girl, and promptly put his lips on hers. Okay, Alfred really didn't know much about kissing, but he knew family members didn't do that with each other. Or at least, as far as he knew.

After the boy pulled away, he noticed that the girl's cheeks were pink… just like Alfred's were earlier that day! The American kept watching, now immensely interested. He noticed a small hint of red on the boy's cheeks as well. Alfred's eyes narrowed as he watched the boy inch closer and wrap his arms around the girl, enveloping her in his embrace.

Alfred, without another thought, hopped up and loudly shouted what he was thinking.

"THAT'S WHAT I WANT TO DO!"

The young nation's loud remark grabbed the attention of the couple he had been observing, who put their eyes on him. Along with everyone else in the restaurant.

'Hey! I think I said that out loud!' Alfred realized. He, however, just flashed everyone the best heroic smile he had, too many things on his mind to really care about the weird stares people were giving him.

He started humming his favorite tune, and happily walked up to the confused couple. He smiled and sat down at their table, making them even more confused.

He put his clasped hands on the table, and looked at the couple with desperate eyes.

"PLEASE TEACH ME, (THE MOST AWESOME HERO EVER) OF YOUR WAYS!"


Hope you liked this installment. :D It's hard writing for Arthur...with his British slang... I'm not British! xD But, I hope I did alright with it!

But then again, it's hard writing for Alfred too... and I'm American! Haha, well, I've only known about Hetalia for about a month or so... I'll hopefully get better at it in time, yes? :D

Please review! All reviews are appreciated! :D