The car ride was short and quiet for the most part, with only the occasional comment from Arthur about Alfred's driving skills.

"The point I am trying to get across is that you do not make a turn. You just simply turn," Arthur ranted as Alfred entered the parking lot of a small family owned diner.

"Well, here in America we make turns. I don't know why, but that's just what we say. Anyway, we're here," Alfred said while Arthur rolled his eyes.

The two entered the busy diner and sat across from each other in one of Alfred's favorite booths. While the American looked over the menu, Arthur surveyed his surroundings. The diner was a narrow building with a room off to the side to accommodate larger groups of people. There was a long counter where several people were being served and a few booths.

"So Arthur, what'cha going to get?" Alfred asked, putting his menu down. Arthur frowned at Alfred's butchered English and peaked at his own menu, only to find he had no idea what to order.

"I don't know, what do you recommend?"

"Shoot, everything here is pretty good... I'll tell ya what, I'll order something and you can share with me. If you decide you don't like it you can look at the menu again, that good?" Arthur nodded closing his menu and sliding it to the middle of the table.

"Hey guys, can I get you boys anything to drink?" a young blond waitress asked mainly to Alfred with a flirtatious smile.

Oh, great…

"Can I get a coke?" The American said without sparing her a single glance. This caused the left corner of Arthur's mouth to quirk up into a slight smile then he quickly cleared his throat, trying to compose himself.

"I'll have a cup of tea,"

"Okay, I'll be right back to take your order," before the waitress walked away, she turned to Alfred and flashed him another smile, only to see he was looking out the window next to the booth. She dropped her smile and awkwardly walked away slightly embarrassed. Arthur couldn't help, but smirk again.

"Hey Arthur, what are you interested in? Like, what do you do for fun?" Alfred asked shifting his blue eye from the window to the Brit that sat across from him. Arthur didn't respond right away, getting lost in Alfred's eyes. Realizing he hadn't responded, Arthur looked away.

"I suppose I'm interested in literature. I enjoy embroidery and baking as well," Arthur said busying himself with positioning the silverware already on the table.

"Baking? Are you any good at it? If you are then maybe you should make something for me one of these days." Arthur's face lit up.

"I enjoy my baking, but my mum isn't too fond of it. What about you? What do you do for fun?"

"Well, for fun…" Alfred tapped his index finger against his chin "the only things I can name at the moment are sports, video games and reading comics. Oh, that reminds me! What was so funny last night?"

Arthur stared at Alfred in confusion, then he suddenly went beet red.

"That was nothing really," Alfred just chuckled and shook his head.

"Didn't seem like nothing," The American said while pushing up is glasses.

"Oh, belt up" Arthur mumbled to Alfred as their waitress returned with their drinks and then took their order.

While waiting for their food to arrive the two chatted about likes, dislikes, and hobbies. Arthur found out that Alfred has slight obsession for heroes and so, in return Arthur told Alfred about his unicorn collection.

"Unicorns, what did your friends in England think of your collection?"

"They didn't know about it. Most of my friends weren't the type of people you should tell that information to." Arthur sipped his tea.

"Well, what type of people are they?" Alfred propped his chin in one of his hands and waited for Arthur's response.

"I guess you could say they were mostly punk. I remember, my father referring to them as Gallivanting twats, because someone thought it would be funny to write wanker on the dirty windows of his car,"Arthur sighed and continued "If I told them I collected unicorns, they would have most likely called me a poofter or something along those lines,"

Alfred let out a low chuckle as he watched Arthur fiddle with the discarded straw wrapper from the American's drink.

Alfred opened up his mouth as if he was going to say something, but closed it when the waitress returned with their food. He had ordered a B.L.T. sandwich with a side of fries. Arthur found it odd that Alfred the, burger loving American, chose to get a B.L.T.

Alfred held out a half of the paper wrapped sandwich for Arthur and slid the plate of fries closer the Brit.

"I thought you wanted a hamburger? Why did you order a sandwich?" Arthur asked and took a bite out of his food.

"It's a kinda stupid reason." Alfred turned pink and sighed when Arthur raised an eyebrow, "Okay, I thought you might not eat if I got a burger,"

"Oh, well thank you. That's quite thoughtful actually," Arthur took another bite of his food hoping Alfred couldn't see his blushing face.

The pair spent the most of their meal in a comfortable silence. Arthur took this time to watch Alfred. He welcomed the light feeling of fluttering in his stomach every time the American's mesmerizing blue eyes flicked toward Arthur's direction. However, his moment of bliss was short-lived, out of the corner of his eye Arthur noticed a figure had slid into the booth next to him.

"Bloody Hell!" Arthur shouted in surprise when he realized he was being stared at by two strange boys dressed in the same red, white, and blue baseball uniforms that belong to Alfred's team.

"Antonio, look at Alfred's new beau," A long-haired Blond boy with a French accent said, causing Arthur to scowl.

When did they start letting frogs on baseball teams?

"This is Arthur? Alfred, His eye brows aren't that big," A burnet with green eyes and a heavy Spanish accent asked leaning over the table to get a better look at the Brit. Arthur contemplated smacking the Spaniard away, but decided against it. Instead, he put a hand up to his forehead, hiding his eye brows and shot Alfred a glare.

"Who the hell are you two? How do you know my name? And has anyone ever taught you about personal space?" Arthur spat at the duo with venom.

"I am Francis Bonnefoy and Oui, I was taught it but nobody said I had to follow it," The blond Frenchman flipped his hair and blew a kiss toward Arthur, causing him to scoot farther into the booth and make a look of annoyance.

"Hola Arthur, I am Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. And I know your name from mi amigo, Alfred. He didn't stop talking about you today at practice," The Spaniard said cheerfully before a blushing Alfred could clap his hand over Antonio's mouth.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know these two would follow us," Alfred said running a hand through his hair. Francis gasped and put a hand on his chest.

"We didn't follow you two." The Frenchman said dramatically.

"But mi amigo, you said to follow them since Lovi wasn't at practice and Gil left early with Matthew," Antonio chimed in.

"Honhonhon... you are funny Antonio. Isn't he funny, non?" Arthur scrunched his nose at the sound of the Frenchman's laugh.

"Yeah, yeah, just hilarious, If you don't mind, Arthur and I have some place to be," Alfred said pushing Antonio out of the booth, then walked over to Francis.

"Okay Frenchie, you can let Arthur out or I'll tell Gilbert you were flirting with my bro at school the other day," Francis frowned and crossed his arms.

"That is low of you Alfred. And I was only having fun with the boy." Francis got up and allowed Arthur to get out of the booth and follow Alfred to the cashier.

"How much do I owe you?" Arthur asked as he pulled out his wallet.

"No, don't worry about it, my treat. Think of it as a welcome to America gift." Alfred winked at Arthur as they made their way to the exit.

"See you at school guys. And Frenchie thanks for telling me you actually hit on matt," Alfred started to laugh when Francis made a face close to disbelief.

"Where do we have to be?" Arthur asked walking toward Alfred's truck.

"Nowhere, I just wanted to get away from those two. I spend so much time with them every day I need a break once in a while. Plus, I wanted to spend time with you, not Frenchie and Toni." Alfred winked again causing Arthur to shift his attention down to the ground.

"Arthur, are you planning on driving?" Arthur looked up at the American in confusion.

"What?"

"You're on the wrong side. This right here is the driver's side." Alfred laughed as Arthur's face turned bright red.

"I knew that. Damn, Americans and your cars on the wrong side of the road." Alfred continued to laugh until Arthur slammed the truck door.

"Hey, be careful. I just got this truck last year; I don't want to be replacing the doors already. Can you just imagine having to explain to Sean that some little English ex-punk took out my door? He'd never believe me." Alfred said jokingly as he got in the truck. Arthur just glared at the American.

"I am not little; you're just… abnormally tall. And who is Sean?"

"Sean's my step dad. My real dad lives up in Canada with his new wife." Alfred started the tuck and revved the engine a little before pulling out of the parking spot.

"So where do you want to go now?" the American asked checking for oncoming traffic.

"Do you mind if we go by the market? My mum gave me a list of items it to pick up."

The two managed to find everything on the list Arthur's mother had left him, but unfortunately for Arthur it seemed like the whole town was out buying groceries and knew Alfred. What should have been about fifteen minutes of shopping turned to an hour, because everyone ether wanted to meet the new member of their community or ask Alfred the latest scoop on sports and upcoming games.

By the time they managed to get back to Alfred's truck, Arthur was exhausted from introducing himself to so many people. So, the pair decided to head back to Arthur's house, and Alfred offered to help Arthur unpack some of the boxes in his room.

"Dude, I know you said you had a lot of unicorns, but this is… a lot," Alfred said placing last of Arthur's unicorn collection into the closet, then walked over to Arthur's bed and flopped down on it while letting out a large sigh.

"I don't have that many. And get off my bed you git," Arthur frowned as he folded his last shirt and place it in its rightful drawer.

"Yay, that's the last of it. Now we can go watch a movie!" Alfred said sitting up.

"I am not watching a movie with you. Anyway, I don't even know if the movies are unpacked yet,"

"You could come over to my place and we can watch the movie there," Alfred put on a brilliant smile.

"No,"

"Come on"

"I said no,"

"Why not?"

"Alfred, I said no," Arthur turned toward the Alfred, only to see the American giving Arthur the puppy dog face.

He doesn't seriously expect me to fall for that?

"Oh, don't give me that face you git…" Arthur put his hands on his hips and continued to watch Alfred, then sighed while shaking his head.

"fine, we'll watch a movie at your house."