Alfred woke up and began to prepare to get around for work. His hands rubbed at his eyes, trying to remove the sleep that clung onto the corners of his lids. Today he was going in early so he leave sooner. The sun wasn't even up yet and the birds were still snuggled down in the cozy little nest. It sucked to have to wake up at this time, he wasn't used to it. Alfred lumbered out of bed and made his way into the bathroom. Blindly he clicked on the light and hissed as it burned at his eyes. Once used to the light he found Arthur wrapped around hugging the bole of the toilet. The Brit shivered, but he only cuddled closer to the toilet and slept on. Rolling his eyes Alfred picked up the angle and took him to his bedroom. He covered him with a blanket and ruffled the sleeping Brit's sandy blond hair. The American's face softened, Arthur sure was cute when he was asleep. Alfred smiled faded away when he saw the time; he finished getting around and wrote the angel a small note.

Hey Artie,

I will be home early so be ready to go out. We are going to go eat and see a scary movie. If you get hungry the use the cash I left for you on the table to order some pizza. On the other hand, if you want you can cook something for your self, just do not burn down my house.

From, The Hero

Alfred placed the note were Arthur could see it if he ever left bed. He grabbed his car keys and drove to work. The cocky American worked with Gilbert's younger brother Ludwig, they shared a cop car. It pissed him off that the German never let him drive. Ludwig also needed to loosen up just a little. Alfred tried at least once or twice a day to get the dude to smile. But it seemed there were only four things that could get the German to smile. One was beer, two was wrust, three was potatoes, and four was the cute hyperactive Italian named Feliciano. Alfred smiled he liked the Italian. Feliciano would bring in huge pots of pasta for everyone to eat. His stomach growled at the thought as he pulled into the parking lot. His normal spot was taken by a car that looked like belonged to an over grown Barbie doll. It was bright neon pink! Alfred growled and was forced to park in the very back. He slammed the car door and cussed loudly as he accidently also slammed the door onto his hand. He tried again and then headed for the building. As soon as he entered the room, everyone could tell what kind of mood he was in. Without saying a word to anybody he made him self a nice hot cup of coffee. Once he had his cup of Joe, he went to go find his driving buddy. "Yo Ludwig! Ahhh hot damn!" Just as he reached for the door handle it flung right open, it caused the steaming hot fluid to spill all over him. Ludwig didn't even bother to say sorry as he shoved the Italian out of the police station. Alfred grumbled and flipped him the bird. He did his best to wash the coffee out, however for the rest of the workday he would smell like cheep coffee. Ludwig came back looking stressed out like always.

"Ya'll ready to get a move'n or what?" Alfred's old Southern accent slipped out a little as he spoke. Ludwig gave a small nod of his head as an answer; he pulled the keys off his belt and handed them to Alfred.

"You can drive. My head is bugging me." The German mumbled, leaving off the fact that he was slightly hung over. That and the day after Halloween was hell for cops. Hopefully it wouldn't be as bad as last year, that was truly the worst day of the job ever. The two men got into the car and went on patrol. Alfred yawned and looked around for speeding cars. The German took some medicine and dazed out the window. They both listened to the police radio, waiting for some kind of action to happen. It said something about a possible breaking and entering. Alfred grabbed the radio and took the call.

"Finally something simple and quick." The American smiled and turned the car left. The German only grumbled and gave a stressful look at the window. Alfred drove to the scene of the crime and clearly saw a broken window. He parked the car out of sight and left Ludwig. A rock was used to break the window. Alfred made a mental note the robber could still be inside, he open the door and walked in. As he did so a figure dashed by an open door. The robber was holding something gold in his hand.

"Freeze police!" Alfred yelled and pulled out his gun, he took off after the person (gender is unknown). When he turned the corner, every thing flashed white and pain filled his face. The robber in a moment of pure panic had hit Alfred with the gold objet. The American went down to the ground with blood running down his face. The robber was really freaked out now; he even dropped the golden objet and ran. Luckily Ludwig was right there to take the brat down. Alfred could hear some sobbing from the robber. However, everything was fuzzy and the room was spinning around like a whirlwind he didn't know if his nose was broken or not. The blood filled his mouth with a metallic copper tease. Ludwig helped him onto his feet. The American's nose was bleeding pretty badly and had a small S shaped cut going across it.

"Here, try to wipe off you face." Ludwig handed Alfred a wet wipe. It helped clean off the red liquid and it showed that Alfred's nose wasn't broken.

"Fucking son of a bitch! I hope he gets gang raped in jail!" Alfred said with a smile. Ludwig sighed and dragged the dizzy blonde-man person to the car. The robber turned out to be some teenager who had gotten into drugs and couldn't pay back his dealer. The boy seemed to be sorry for what he had done. Alfred kind of pity the idiot after hearing his story.

~~~Later on after they dropped the boy off~~~

It was strange their stomachs growled at the same time. Alfred licked his lips; he was dying for a hamburger with extra everything and a coke. However, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich would have to do. They parked so they could eat their packed lunches. Ludwig was of course pasta and potatoes. Once again the day had something in store for Alfred. A hungry seagull flew over their heads and with one super fast dive stole Alfred's cruddy sandwich. Twitching he watched the bird fly far-far away. Ludwig inch away from the American.

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Arthur had tried to cook up this modern technology was a lot harder to work then it looked. He had to admit, playing with the blender was fun. However, strangely even the food he made in that came out burned to a black crisp. Therefore, he ended up having to order pizza; the phones were also a strange and fun thing to play with. He even found a number Alfred had left out that has a girl talk dirty to you. The angel heard the sound of a car pull into the drive way, then a door slam, angry cussing over a seagull, a garage door opening, then nothing. A stab of worry filled the Brit; he went to go see what was wrong. He found that Alfred has a punching bag. His eyes went wide when he saw the American's bruised fingers and S shaped cut going across his nose. Alfred was going at the bag like a starving animal; he didn't even have gloves on his hands.

"Stupid fucking day, damn pink car, stupid coffee, GOD BLESS IT!" Alfred hissed angrily under his heated breath. The angle didn't say a word as he watched the ranting go on; he was really worried for the other man. After all, Alfred didn't look like the type of guy to lose his cool. As the ranting went on it got to things that were really screwing with his mind.

"Damn Russia showing me up like that, goanna kill Gilbert…fucking my baby brother, god a stupid drunk woman." The punching bag's chain was rusty and after a few more punches, it fell to the floor with a heavy flop. However, Alfred wasn't done yet; he straddled on top of the bag and continued to beat it. Punching the bag was helping him enough. An evil grin came across his face and he grabbed the battery-operated chainsaw off the shelf. With a click, it turned on and was brought down onto the poor punching bag. Arthur could feel a cold sweat roll down his spine. That was a scary way of dealing with your anger, but at least Alfred looked happy now. Alfred calmly placed the chainsaw back on the shelf and turned. His sky blue eyes made contact with The Brit's bright emerald green eyes.

"Umm Alfred are you alright?" The Brit asked, he was screaming every cuss word he knew inside his head. Alfred smiled and walked over to his little angel, he wrapped his arms around Arthur's thin waist and pulled him close. The Brit's eyes got wide.

"Don't you worry your sweet little ass about it. Everything is just fine now." With that he kissed the other man softly, Arthur blushed but kissed back.

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Hello people! Well I'm in a really happy mood but you know what you guys can do to make it even better…..leave me reviews. Oh and umm I don't want to seem demanding but I would just die for some fan art please. I mean I really really really really really want fan art.