Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

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Saturday, 14:16 PM, Kiku's apartment

"Alright, let us get started, then," Arthur said, smiling as he brought a stack of papers on his hands. On his back, a few rolls of large papers stuck out of his bag. The Brit sat down on the floor, setting the stack of papers and his bag down.

Kiku had prepared a stack of folio papers, colorful markers, black and red inked pens, pencils, and a few rulers. "What part do you want to start on?" he asked.

Arthur picked up the papers and scanned a few of them. Finally he passed one paper to Kiku. "How about this one? I think it's the best topic for starters," he suggested.

Kiku received the paper and scanned it. After a moment, he looked up, nodding. "This is a good start," he said.

They then began to work on their project. They talked while working on their project, sometimes taking a break by watching TV or playing a video game. Kiku occasionally went to his kitchen to retrieve some snacks and beverages, in case one of them was hungry or thirsty. They both worked hard on their project, writing on their papers and lining some sentences with colorful markers. Sometimes they asked each other about the current subject they were working on, or just talked about random stuff they came up.

"Oh, by the way, you remember that day when I asked you to take me to the railway station, but you said Ludwig had asked you already," Arthur said.

"Yes, what about it?" Kiku asked, straightening his body.

"Where did you take Ludwig?"

"The 'H' cemetery," Kiku answered.

Arthur frowned. "Cemetery? Why would he want you to take him there?"

"Wakarimasen," Kiku muttered, shaking his head. "But I think he wanted to mourn for one of his deceased family."

"Who died?"

"I think it was his grandfather, but I'm not really sure. He didn't want to talk about it."

"Aah," Arthur nodded slowly. "Tell him my condolences, then."

Kiku nodded, bowing to continue his work.

Arthur truthfully had never seen Ludwig's family. He had ever heard of his grandfather from Ludwig, but never seen him in person. Ludwig had ever said his whole family was in Germany, and it was only he who went abroad to continue his study in college. But even though he and Ludwig rarely talked to each other, Arthur still considered him as a friend, so he felt obliged to send him his condolences.

Kiku and Arthur spent their time finishing their project, and unbeknownst to them, it was already late afternoon.

"Good lord, I'm late!" Arthur exclaimed as he looked at his watch; five fifteen in the afternoon.

"Eh? Already?" Kiku asked incredulously.

"I better get going! My train will arrive soon!" He frantically put his things into his bag. "Sorry, but I really have to go home now! You don't mind if I leave our work at your place?"

"Ah, I don't mind at all," the Asian replied. As Arthur hurriedly tidied his things up, Kiku opened his mouth, "I can take you there, if you want."

"You can? Oh, thank God, yes please. Let's get hurry."

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By the time Arthur arrived at the station, it was already five twenty five in the afternoon. Arthur bid his goodbye to Kiku before dashing inside the building. He hurriedly went to the locket to take his booked ticket, but unfortunately he had to get in line. And by the time he got his turn, the female voice in the intercom echoed, warning the passengers to board on the train.

Arthur gasped, surprised by how fast time flew by when he was having fun. He immediately took the ticket and dashed to the platform, pushing everyone in his way. He only had one goal; getting on the train. He ignores every grunt and protest whenever he pushed someone off his way—he had to get on the train, no matter what.

He got on the train just before the doors were closed behind him. Arthur sighed in relief. That was a close one. He was surprised that the station was full even if it was Saturday. The Brit then sat on his usual seat by the window and looked out, only to find out that he had forgotten to meet a certain Frenchman.

Arthur's green eyes widened in shock. Francis was sitting there, on his usual bench, looking around the railway and the station entrance, checking his watch. Arthur could see worry and anxiousness on his face every time Francis looked at the entrance door.

Guilt suddenly washed him up when Arthur realized he had made two mistakes; he had made Francis waiting for him for an hour and a half, and because of that, Francis was thinking that Arthur was late to board on his train.

He tried to wave his hand at Francis to catch his attention, but the Frenchman didn't budge from his spot, still looking around the station worriedly. Did he not see me? Arthur thought.

And the train started to move, bringing Arthur who dejectedly looked down on his shoes, ashamed of what he had done, and leaving Francis who was still looking around anxiously.

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"I am such a worthless bastard," Arthur muttered to himself, gripping his head and rocking back and forth on the sofa, with Dylan and Seamus on his either sides. "How can I forget to meet Francis? How can I forget to at least warn him that I'll be late?"

"Now, now, stop that self-loathe speech, wee lad," Seamus comforted, patting his back. "You can't blame yourself for what happened."

"But he did forget to meet Francis, so Arthur is at fault," Dylan pointed out.

"Dylan!" Seamus warned. "Stop making him more miserable than he already is!"

"I am a miserable, worthless, terrible bloody git who can't even warn a friend that I'll be late," Arthur murmured, still gripping his blonde hair. "Am I worth enough to be a friend? Probably not. No! I am a horrible friend! I am not worth to be Francis' friend! Why did I approach him in the first place?! Francis deserves a friend better than I am! I am a horrible little piece of shit."

Seamus sent a glare to Dylan, who shrugged. "I just stated a fact," he defended himself

The light red haired brother sighed. "Hey, hey, stop that speech, I'm serious," Seamus said. "Look at the bright side. At least now you know that you have to warn Francis first that you will be late coming to the station, so Francis doesn't have to worry about you."

"That's not comforting, Seamus," Allistair said, walking into the living room with a towel around his neck.

Seamus and Dylan turned at the eldest brother. The second brother frowned. "Well, sorry if I can't comfort people," Seamus huffed.

Allistair approached Arthur and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Art, I only have this one suggestion, and I don't really care if you want to follow it or not, but if I were you, I would have bought something as an apology," he said before straightening up and leaving the three.

There was a short pause.

"Wow, that would really be the only solution," Dylan muttered.

"I think Allistair is right. Art, you should really buy Francis something to make it up for him!" Seamus exclaimed as he patted Arthur's back.

Arthur was quiet for a moment, before looking up at his brothers. "What should I buy?" he asked slowly.

"I don't know. Something that Francis likes, maybe?" Seamus applied.

"What does Francis like?" Dylan asked.

Arthur paused. "Well, pretty much everything," he answered. "He loves everything beautiful."

Seamus tapped his chin. "Beautiful," he repeated slowly. Both Dylan and Arthur stared at their older brother in anticipation. There was a pause before Seamus slowly came on realization. "You said Francis has long hair, didn't you?" Seamus asked, followed by a nod from Arthur. "Then why don't you buy him some kind of a headband?"

"Headband?" Arthur repeated.

"Or maybe a hairpin?" Dylan suggested.

"No, it would make him look like a girl," Seamus disagreed. "Besides, Arthur had said he had a beard."

"But he said it's thin, right?" Dylan argued.

"It's still beard. One should have known that Francis is a man from his beard."

"But it's a thin one! No one would have known."

"Why are we discussing Francis' beard?" Arthur asked suddenly. "Our objective is supposed to help me buy something for Francis."

"Well, I've given you a suggestion," Seamus said.

Arthur pondered Seamus' suggestion. He hummed. "No, he wouldn't like headbands," he muttered. A short pause followed as Seamus and Dylan stared at Arthur. "But a hair band might work," the youngest blonde said slowly.

"Yes! Buy him a hair band! A cute one!" Seamus exclaimed.

"Why do I feel like we're planning to give a present to a random girl?" Dylan murmured.

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A/N:

Sorry for the late update. I'm so bewildered at the fact that I have to go home so late in afternoon by the third week of school. I was so tired I didn't realize I hadn't updated yet.

Thank you for those who stil reviewed and read this fic, hope you enjoyed it. Please review again. (: See you in the next chapter! :D