Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

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'H' College cafeteria, 10:25 AM

"Eh? You're asking me to take you to that train station?" Kiku asked, his dark eyes widened.

"Uh, yes. Is something wrong?" Arthur said, raising his thick eyebrow. "You know I'm using that railway station for two years."

"Ah, hai, I know that," Kiku hesitantly replied. "It's just that Ludwig-san had already asked me to take him to somewhere else this afternoon yesterday, so I cannot cancel his request."

Arthur's shoulders slumped slightly. So he really had to use a taxi? And someone said the traffic would be jammed this afternoon. He sighed. "Okay, then," he murmured as he sipped his coffee paper cup.

"S-sumimasen!" Kiku exclaimed. "I never thought that you would ask me to—"

"No, no, it's alright, Kiku. Don't fuss over it," Arthur chuckled. "I'll just take a taxi."

"But the road will be jammed again this afternoon," Kiku pointed out.

"I know, but I've asked everyone I know to take me to the station, and they said they're busy. So I think I'll just take a taxi."

Kiku hesitated. "S-sumimasendeshita," he murmured.

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What a surprise. Arthur arrived at the station quite early for such a traffic jam. As soon as the taxi drove away, he lifted his watch; three forty five in the afternoon. Arthur shrugged. He might as well wait for the train inside the building like yesterday. He brought his novel, and he already booked his ticket. The train would be arrived at five thirty in the afternoon, as usual, so Arthur had so much time to kill.

As per usual, he walked into the all-too-familiar station building. As per usual, he took his ticket in the same locket. As per usual, he would walk to the benches and sit on the second bench from the front, and then read to kill time.

Arthur flipped one page after another, engrossed in the novel, until a certain presence alarmed his senses. The Brit blinked as he looked up from his book and turned around, only to see a man passing by. Arthur stared as the man walked to the vacant bench in front of him and sat right in front of him. The blonde Brit narrowed his green eyes. The man had long, wavy blonde hair, and donned a familiar trench coat. The man looked around the railway, occasionally lifting his wrist to check the time.

Was he the man from yesterday? Arthur thought, tilting his head. He lifted his watch; four o'clock sharp. Funny. Yesterday, the long haired man came and sat precisely at four o'clock, too. He even acted the same; looking around the railway and checking the time, as if he was waiting for a train to come. Was he waiting for someone, then?

He probably waited for someone, Arthur concluded. Giving no further thought on the topic, he went back to read his novel.

Arthur probably would not understand how time flew by so fast when he was having fun, for when he reached the climax of the novel, a female voice just had to warn him that his train had arrived through the intercom. Arthur groaned softly as he bookmarked the page, picked up his bag, and stood up. He walked to the platform, before noticing that the long haired man did not move an inch from his position for an hour and a half. Arthur glanced at the man through his shoulder, wondering why other passengers didn't give him a glance like him did, before stepping into the train.

The long haired man was still sitting there, looking around the railway worriedly, and occasionally checking his watch.

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"Hey, Art, are you even listening?"

Arthur blinked and looked up. He was in the kitchen, with his four older brothers sitting around the table. Dinner had just begun a few moments ago. The youngest blonde of the quartet opened his mouth. "Uh, pardon?"

Dylan huffed. "You aren't listening, are you?" he demanded as he ate his chicken.

"Ah, pardon me. I was just thinking," Arthur said softly as he scooped up his vegetable.

Seamus chewed on his ham as he spoke incoherently, making Arthur and Dylan raised their thick eyebrows.

"Seamus, what part of 'eat before you speak' do you not know?" Allistair warned him as he sliced his pork.

The light red haired brother murmured something unintelligible before swallowing his ham. "Ah, sorry, brother," he apologized with a nervous chuckle, recieving a grunt in reply. "What I'm trying to say is, what were you thinking, Art?" he asked, referring to the youngest brother.

"Oh, nothing, actually," Arthur shrugged. "I just saw a weird man in the station, twice in a row."

"A weird man?" Dylan asked, raising his thick eyebrow.

"Twice in a row?" Seamus repeated.

"Does that mean you've seen him yesterday?" Allistair asked.

Arthur nodded. "The man was acting weird, but I think it's just me," he said. "He was always looking around the railway and checking his watch, as though he was waiting for a train to arrive or something. Maybe he waited for someone—I don't know."

"Is there more?" Seamus asked.

Arthur shrugged. "Aside that he came into the building precisely at four o'clock sharp twice in a row, I think no."

"You sure he wasn't a terrorist or something like that?" Dylan asked slowly.

Arthur deadpanned. "If he was, then I should have died long ago," he replied.

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A/N:

Rather short, eh? This is like... a filler, of some sort?

But don't worry, the next chap will be longer. I've told you that I've planned the whole things out.

Feel free to comment, and don't forget concrits, too. Tell me your thoughts about this chap, and other things you have in mind.

Au revoir. :3