Sorry it took so long! It's not even that long of a chapter... I haven't had much opportunities to use the computer. I've only gotten to use it a couple short periods here and there, and so I had to write this chapter bit by bit. It was kinda weird, because I would forget the rest of the story and have to reread everything to keep writing. My memory isn't that good. ^^; Well, I finally got it done! To be honest, I don't like this chapter much... I feel like I made Alfred a bit to dense. But it's too late now, eh? This is my first multi-chapter fic, so I get nervous. xD It's also my first US/UK, and my first Hetalia fanfic overall...

Plus, I've been dying to write a SealandxLatvia fic. I have a lot in mind... I'll just see if I have time to type some of those up! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, and I'm pretty sure I never will. Except maybe in my dreams! :D


"Eh?" The male brunette was the first to break the awkward silence.

"Please teach me of your ways!" Alfred repeated, now whining. He needed to know the meaning of their "loving" actions. He needed to why they did them. He didn't really get it... It all made him feel kind of clueless. A hero must never be clueless!

"Wh-what do you mean?" the man spoke again. The girl had yet to say anything. She stayed huddled close to the boy, who still had her arms around her.

"I mean that!" The bespectacled America pointed at the other man's that were encircling the girl's waist.

"What? Oh you mean that? That is called a hug."

"N-no! I know what hug is! I'm not an idiot! Though Artie does call me one a lot…Well, I think he does. Most of the time, he uses these weird words I don't know." Alfred lost in himself in his thoughts before he remember the point of the conversation.

"No! I mean, like, why do you wrap your arms around her like that?"

The girl finally spoke. "It's because he loves me," she stated, her cheeks burning red. "Or, at least, I hope he does."

Alfred just tilted his head a bit, not quite understanding, as the boy turned to the girl, his own cheeks a bright pink.

"How could you say that, love? I love you with all my heart, I swear, I do!" the boy spoke so quickly Alfred had a little trouble understanding what he was saying with that accent of his.

'His accent… it's just like Artie's,' the blonde realized.

'But on Artie… it's really cute.'

Alfred suddenly felt his cheeks heating up, making him confused. He was blushing! But… Arthur wasn't even there! He quickly shook his head, trying to shake the warmth from his cheeks. It wasn't working.

The hamburger-loving American rubbed his eyes and looked back up at the couple he had come to for help. His jaw dropped at what he saw.

The people he had come for knowledge had now started kissing in front of him. And it wasn't just the type of kiss he had seen them do earlier; it looked like they were… eating each others face.

"WHOA!" Alfred shrieked. What the hell? They had started doing those actions that Alfred needed help understanding!

"What crappy teachers," he muttered, his face down, not wanting to watch those two- it somehow felt that if he did, it would be invading their privacy. But, then again, if it was private, why would they be kissing in a public restaurant? America sighed, feeling like a complete moron. He just didn't get this whole "love" thing! How could he, anyway? Arthur never even told him anything about it!

Alfred wanted to bang his head against the cold table. He felt so stupid! He was already 19 and still knew nothing whatsoever about this "love"!

"Hey, we're sorry!" the man had finally noticed Alfred's frustration and broke apart from his girlfriend. "But… we can't really help it. We do things like this because we love each other."

Alfred raised an eyebrow. "You do things like that because you like each other?"

Both people sitting in front of him nodded.

"Of course," the girl began, "There are some people do kiss and whatnot, but do not love. They just do it because of lust."

"Lust? What's that?" Alfred titled his head to the side innocently.

"Well… it's…" the girl turned to look at her lover for help.

"It is a strong sexual desire." He finished her statement.

"Huh? Oh… I think I might know what that is then…" Alfred was pretty sure he had never felt something like that before, but he had a feeling he knew what it was! Actually, he thought of Francis. Alfred had a feeling he sure knew what lust felt like. Maybe it was because he was always running around naked?

"Wait. But what's the difference between lust and love?"

"Eh…"

x-x-x-x

Arthur paced in his room, his fingers cupping his chin. He had decided he would confess to Alfred, but how would he do it?

He could maybe… cook a delightful dinner (because he knew his cooking was, in Alfred's terms, "awesome"), then they could go see a musical- wait, but which would they do first? Or, what if Alfred didn't enjoy it? If he didn't have a good time, there wouldn't be much of a point, now would there?

Ah...so what should he do?

He could ask for advice... but who would he ask? A certain French blonde came to the Brit's mind. But, no, there was no way Arthur would go to him. If he went to Francis, of all people, for love advice, who knew what Arthur would end up doing to Alfred by the end of the night!

'It's not as if that would necessarily be a bad thing...'

Arthur quickly shook his head. He shouldn't be thinking like that! He just wanted to confess. Then he'd see how things would go along...

The Englishman thought of every successful couple he knew. He never noticed how many there were... but he could go to one of them for advice! But...which one? The Englishman finally stopped pacing. He could go to all of them... Or...at least half of them, anyway. OK, so some of them. He could get their suggestions and put them all together, so he would have a sure-fire way to confess to Alfred. Or they would have a dreadful night and both leave for their homes unhappy... But...

Arthur wanted them to have a good time. He wanted to see Alfred smile, that same smile that never failed to make the Brit's heart leap, and put a smile on his own face. Then, after the night ended, he would admit his love. That's why he wanted to get it right. The night had to perfect. That was the only reason he would actually go to others for help. Not that he really needed it! It was just... advice!

The blonde man sat back on his bed to think. Who would he go to first? The answer suddenly came to his mind. He whipped out his old cellphone, and began dialing. He started tapping his foot as the phone rang.

"Hello~?"

"Ah, yes, hello, Feliciano. I was calling to see if you and Ludwig can help me out- I mean, give me some advice on something?"

"Eh? Oh, sure! How about you come visit us, ve?"

"That sounds like a plan. Tomorrow morning, sometime around 9am?"

"Ve~ That sounds good. I'll make sure to make some yummy pasta!"

"Thanks, I appreciate it. I'll see you tomorrow."

"No problem! Me and Ludwig will be waiting, ve~!"

Arthur smiled and hung up. Feliciano and Ludwig had been together for as long as he could remember. Maybe they would tell him their secret to a successful relationship? The blonde laughed. He shouldn't get his hopes up. It was Feliciano and Ludwig, after all.


Hope you liked it. :D Please review! It encourages me. All reviews are appreciated. ^^

This is kinda off-topic, but...

Has Hetalia made anyone else out there more interested in the World Cup? I actually follow the scores now... I don't have cable or anything, so I can't watch the games, but it's still fun. Since Iggy and Al are both out, I'm cheering for Ludwig! :P And Antonio. And Kiku! :D