Note: So I heard this morning on the local news that one of the baby names Kate and William were deciding on was Arthur. I burst out laughing and had to wave off my step-dad and grandfather through giggles.
I don't own Hetalia.
"Oh, ho, ho."
Arthur Kirkland looked up from his morning cup of tea, an eyebrow twitching and his unoccupied hand inching towards the butter knife.
"You dirty dog, you."
Make that, his unoccupied hand was now occupied with the butter knife.
"What, Alfred? What on Earth could you possibly be blathering about so early this morning?"
"Oh, like you don't know!" Alfred snickered again, loudly.
"Mind filling poor old England in on whatever your idiotic brain has concocted this time?"
"The baby."
"What about a baby?"
"Not a baby. The baby! The Prince! I see what you did there!"
Arthur sighed, topped off his tea and rubbed at his temples. "All right, Alfred. I give up. What did I do? What do you see?"
"The baby's name, of course. How it was almost named Arthur?" America smirked. "I knew you had a big head with those eyebrows and all, but I never thought you were one to name people after you. Looks like someone's stuck up~"
"What? I have no idea what you're talking about!" Arthur squawked.
"Oh, like it isn't obvious, Artie. It was on the news. Everyone's ate up with the new Prince, but it looks like someone was a little too ate up."
"I'll have you know, Arthur is a very respectable name and Kate and William's decisions had nothing to do with me. If you must know, I suggested the name Fredrick. But they were already decided." Arthur sniffed and turned away from his former colony.
Suddenly, the front door opened again and another former colony came in.
"Arthur! I came to say congratulations! The new Prince is very cute."
"Why thank you, Matthew."
"But, um, you know, naming him after you seems kind of conceited, don't you think?" Matthew asked in a small voice.
Arthur huffed. "You know, Matthew, I thought you would be more informed than Alfred. I had no say in the baby's name. Arthur was one of the names chosen by the prince and princess."
Alfred glanced at his brother and the two snickered quietly at their father-figure. They knew that couldn't possibly be the case. Arthur could be one self-righteous bastard when he wanted to.