Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Or The Dating Game.

Warnings: Some profanity. Some stereotypes. Some OCs for sake of plot. Some inevitable inaccuracies (historically, culturally, and grammatically). King George III...was not a real fun guy.

An: Thank you so much for your time and interest! It's been a pleasure writing this fic. As a token of my appreciation for everybody clicking here-a sneak peek into the sequel: Elferingeworte.

PREVIEW:

Alfred squinted into the darkness-trying his hardest not to freak out.

After all, Arthur dealt with this kind of magical crap all the time, right? And Alfred was waaay braver than him-Heroes were s'posed to trump Gentlemen any day of the week.

He could totally handle this; he'd already done two lessons on magical creatures. He was pretty much overdue for some in-the-field experience. Not to mention England, Scotland, Northern Ireland, and Wales would be super impressed if he didn't botch this up.

Fact was, he wasn't exactly the brilliantly, talented student they'd been hoping to teach their magic to. He needed these Extra Credit points, dammit!

He gulped and wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans, "So...you're…"

Come on, Al! Keep it casual! You've made it through all sorts of awkward dinner parties through the years for the sake of diplomacy. Let's face it, Dude. This thing while undoubtedly creepy-has STILL been more polite to you than King George III EVER was.

"So you're like a...fairy...right?"

If anyone had told him a year ago he'd be holding conversations with something that chilled in the darkness under his bed, he'd have said they were crazy…and he'd have slept with the lights on for a month.

And yet…

"...like a fairy...yesss...like...a fairy..."

"Sooo…."

Creepy Monster Number One: How do you spend your spare time? What creepy hobbies do you partake in? Are children on the menu? Or did your doctor tell you to try and cut back?

Dammit, Hawaii. Too often, she'd commandeered the T.V. and forced them to watch The Dating Game. Clearly, the cheesy charisma of the show's host had rubbed off on him.

"Uh...whatcha...up to? Whaddya...want, exactly?" Alfred tried to keep his grin from wavering.

"...just want to play..."

Alfred rubbed the back of his neck uncertainly, "W-well...I'm sure Arthur would love a fairy game of croquet and whatever other eccentric European games you guys get up to but-"

"...we just want to play..." the low, deep voice cut him off "With you."

See you in the Sequel! : D