Okay... well this is part one of a two-shot (at least I think it will be two parts... at least.) This is a request by an anon friend of mine who I shall call... Wolfie! AAAnyway she was like "You need to write something for me because I've never read your stuff so yeah..." But she doesn't do yaoi so I had to write some hetero ;(

... And to top it all off she doesn't even watch Hetalia which is like, a total crime. So I had to make it AU. (and I've been slaving over this fic for 5ever...)

Anyway you probably don't want to keep hearing me ramble so enjoy part one! (Part two will prolly be published tomorrow I think.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia because if I did there would be SO MUCH bromance...

Bam. A shattering sound rang through the apartment, and the foundations trembled, near collapsing. A choice curse sounded through the paper- thin walls before it ended in a small shriek- and three more thuds sounded. The dust rose in the silent home.

In the disastrous room, Alice rose from the floor, still muttering. She winced and tried to massage away the throbbing pain in her head, while at the same time glaring at the boxes lying broken on the floor. Squinting at the digital clock by her bed, she managed to make out the shaky letters, and realized that it was 6:45.

Throwing on her coat, and fumbling with her glasses, she gave herself one more passing glance, trying desperately to fix her unruly hair, before tripping her way down the stairs and grabbing her purse. It was good timing, too, because at that moment, the doorbell rang cheerfully. She straightened her already ironed skirt and placed a careful smile on her face, despite the dent in her head. Opening the door, she faced her date.

Even though this was their third time going out, she still couldn't get over how beautiful he was. A charming American, complete with unruly blonde hair and blue eyes. He made her feel inferior. Self-consciously, she stuck out her hand. "Nice to see you again."

Her outstretched hand was ignored as she was pulled into a crushing hug. "Jeez, we're dating. Stop being so formal!" He laughed loudly, but not unpleasantly. His voice was not difficult to listen to, and Alice would have almost admitted that he was perfect, were it not for his slightly irritating American way of saying things. After all, she was English, and the grating sounds of improper grammar pulled at her mind and nagged her.

But not this time. This time she shut her lips tightly, willing herself to get over it and have a good date. Smiling shyly, she untangled herself from his arms and looked up at him. "So I guess we should go."

"Uh, yeah!" He grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "I almost forgot."

She held in another comment, trying not to sigh as a little bubble of frustration rose in her again. Punctuality was also very important to her, but he didn't know that.

Quite suddenly, he reached out to grip her hand in his, and without asking, pulled her to his car excitedly. At least he opens the door for me, she thought. So he isn't a complete imbecile.

Despite their cultural differences, there wasn't anything particularly bad about him. They drove in comfortable silence, him humming some tune happily, and her staring out the window, lost in her thoughts, feeling her headache steadily slip away, and her mood rising.

"Penny for your thoughts?" The unexpected comment brought her out of her own mind quickly and she turned to him, blinking.

"Pardon?"

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" He glanced at her quickly, beaming softly at her. She noticed that he seemed almost nervous. She wondered how he could always stay so positive, unlike her. After all, through all the time that they had spent together (not that it was much, admittedly), there was never a moment when at least a small smile didn't grace his lips.

"You." She answered simply. In her mind, there was no need to be indirect.

His bright eyes sparkled bemusedly. "I'm just too awesome, aren't I?"

She let out a small snort. "Not likely."

"Whoa, whoa," His voice rose to a high volume, and she almost winced. "You just seriously hurt my feelings." He feigned hurt as he spoke, a perfect pout set on his face.

Another giggle escaped her lips as she turned away from him, looking back out at the moving landscape. "I wasn't aware that you had feelings, love."

This time it was him that snorted, but he didn't continue on the banter. Just put his eyes back on the road again and began humming again, a quiet song.

And even as she was berating herself for having such a silly conversation with such a silly, uncultured American- she couldn't help a small smile that slid its way onto her lips and stayed there, unbidden, all the way to the restaurant.

The trip ended quickly. Quicker than she would have liked. Somehow, she had expected something important to happen. Something more than what it had been. That was why, when he shut the car off and got out, moving to help her as well, she thought the entire thing had been rather anticlimactic.

"You ready?" He asked, holding his hand out towards her. No of course I'm not ready! She wanted to yell. You're perfect and gorgeous and you make something in my chest tighten every time I look at you. And still I'm here, I don't know why, but I am.

She breathed a deep, long breath, and stood up. "I'm ready."

This time, he didn't grab her hand and pull her away, laughing. He simply stood there, with his arm outstretched, waiting, knowing, as she tentatively let her small hand fall onto his. She watched as his hand curled around hers and engulfed it.

Then they were walking, their breath making white foggy puffs in the dark parking lot as they made their way to the bright lights of the restaurant.