Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia - Hidekaz Himaruya does.

America/England basically owns my soul now but there might be mentions of other pairings later on.

One of the first fanfics I've done-go easy on me? 3

Rating: T –Iggy's got a potty mouth :B Ratings may change on other chapters later on :]

Alphabet Soup

Arthur sneezed.

He couldn't remember the last time he was this sick and irritated. Perhaps it was the Great Depression? Oh bollocks. There was no way he could think clearly anymore. Arthur sneezed violently again and laid his sore head on the pillow. He was exhausted after a long night of filling documents and laying out projects with his boss. Arthur's eyes became heavily lidded as he breathed in the scent of vanilla, lilacs and hamburgers. Wait. Hamburgers? Arthur immediately rose from the covers and swatted his pillow with vigor. He was sure the cold had gotten to his head again-after all; he hadn't stuffed hamburgers in his throat since last month when Alfred purposely ordered hamburgers for all the nations during the conference.

A hearty chuckle filled Arthur's spacious bedroom; Arthur immediately stiffened. Oh bloody hell. He didn't even need to turn his damn head to know it was that hamburger-loving git.

"Alfred, what the bloody hell are you doing here?" Arthur whipped his head towards the doorway and glared at the said figure that was advancing towards him.

"Oh chill Iggy, I came to crash at your place remember? You're the one who pleaded me to come visit you. Look at you Iggy! An old man shouldn't be-"

Arthur angrily tossed his pillow at Alfred's head. Oh boy. Alfred was going to get it now.

"YOU BLOODY WANKER! MY LIFE JUST GOT WORSE WITH YOUR BLOODY PRESENCE. DON'T MAKE ME CRIPPLE YOUR BLOODY LEGS AND KICK YOUR ASS OUT OF MY BLOODY HOME. "

"Iggy, you talk too much, why don't you just relax?"

"RELAX? WHAT DOES THAT BLOODY MEAN YOU WANKER? FIRST YOU COME HERE AND TORE MY BLOODY SLEEP AND NOW YOU'RE TELLING ME TO RELAX?"

"Iggy, just-"

"I REPEAT YOU GIT, I WILL NOT BLOODY RELAX UNTIL YOU GET YOUR ASS OUT OF MY HOME"

Arthur's angry comments didn't faze Alfred at all and proceeded further towards Arthur's bed with a smirk. His smirk grew even wider as he grasped Arthur's wrist and whispered seductively into Arthur's ear.

"Why don't you rest for a bit Iggy.." Arthur practically shivered against his voice. It was impossible for the poor Englishman to concentrate. "Trust me, I'll make it all better…"

Arthur's face flushed with crimson, the sudden invasion of his personal space left him stammering in incoherent sentences.

"Ah..er..um...ah…" Arthur was sure he couldn't even talk anymore with Alfred staring at him with half-lidded eyes.

"That's great Iggy! I'll make something for you to eat-it'll be nice and hot.." Alfred continued on as he left a tomato-red Arthur gaping.

"…you git." Arthur mumbled as he settled back on the covers.

"That git's probably off to make hamburgers or something. I'm gonna crush his bloody face when I see it." Arthur briefly smiled at the thought of it and snuggled deeper into the sheets as the reminiscence of Alfred's childhood engulfed him into a deep slumber.

America, 1700s

It had been that time of the year for Alfred where he got his ghastly colds. Arthur watched over the young boy with great concern and often made homemade scones and soup for the sick boy.

"I made these fresh scones for you Alfred, eat up." Arthur held out the foul smelling scones to Alfred's face. He didn't even notice the repulsed look Alfred had given him.

"Um, its okay England, I think I'll stick with the soup. Besides-"Alfred was abruptly cut off by Arthur's hurt expression before continuing with a sigh, "..I change my mind! The scones look amazing already!" Arthur smiled happily; he loved Alfred's sincere comments about his cuisine.

"Alfred, how's the scones? Don't you love it? I made it specifically for you-I even tried to bake it shaped like a toy soldier." Arthur smiled warmly as he glanced at the boy who was busy gagging on the scones.

"Ah…." Alfred coughed discreetly "It tastes wonderful England!" His hands grasped for the soup bowl and swallowed the soup to disperse the taste of the scones. Arthur noticed the light glint in Alfred's eyes as he watched the boy eat the portion of the soup.

"England what's this soup called?"

"It's called tomato soup Alfred. I got it from Spain-he practically gave me chunks of these canned soups last Christmas as a sign of our pathetic friendship I reckon. That Spain is a bloody git, he should know what a healthy Englishman likes in his food. " England scoffed at the thought of that wanker.

"It tastes really good England, could you teach me?" Alfred's sky blue eyes shined with wonder as he finished his portion. The cute expression that Alfred held couldn't make Arthur refuse the offer.

"Of course I will Alfred. I promise you'll love it as much as the scones!"

"Yo Iggy! Wake up! The soup's done!" Arthur's pleasant dream was easily discarded as he felt movements on his bed. The sudden movements jerked Arthur wide awake out of his slumber to find himself facing a grinning Alfred above him. The American's grin widened even further as he leaned down towards Arthur's stunned face.

"You're wide awake Iggy, did you miss me?" Alfred's clear sky blue eyes met Arthur's murky emerald eyes. Arthur immediately flushed a deep shade of red as he tried to push Alfred off the bed - the bloody American was too close to invading his personal space. While doing so, his fingers accidentally brushed the surface of Alfred's shirt that happened to reveal his firm and smooth chest. Smooth. Arthur mentally slapped himself for even thinking of those thoughts about his former colony. He managed to push the American off of his bed while trying to catch his breath.

"Alfred, you have exactly 3 seconds to leave my bloody house." Arthur seethed with anger while putting on his most threatening glance at Alfred.

"3…" The bloody wanker's leaving, take calm breaths. Arthur breathed in slowly to stop himself from strangling the American.

"Iggy, guess what I made-" Alfred seemed to be unfazed by Arthur's threatening expression.

"2…" Just one more second and that git will finally leave.

"Oh come on Iggy, there's no way you'd-"

"1" That bloody git's going to get it-I'll make him kiss my ass and beg for mercy…wait..kiss my ass? That's sounds so wrong! It's all because of that wanker!

"ALPHABET SOUP!" Alfred hollered as he braced himself for the ass-kicking Arthur was about to give him. The Brit's thoughts stopped dead as he stared at Alfred. Did he just say alphabet soup? What the bloody hell is that?

"…Excuse me?"

"I made you alphabet soup Iggy! You'll love it!" Arthur was shocked at Alfred's resilience; the American grinned sheepishly as he laid the bowl of soup in front of Arthur.

The soup seemed oddly familiar to Arthur-it was tomato-based and looked strangely appetizing. Of course what he didn't expect was the strange string of alphabet shaped pastas in his soup. How on earth did Alfred make this?

"…What..is this?" Arthur gaped at the soup and twirled the liquid with his spoon.

"It's alphabet soup of course! Didn't I just say that Iggy?" The American gave the Brit his usual I-am-a-Hero-and-you-know-it grin.

"Why are there alphabets in the soup Alfred?" Arthur had never seen such a soup creation like this. Perhaps I am getting old, he thought.

"It adds F-U-N to the soup Iggy! Why have some boring old soup when you can add entertaining things into them! I mean the soup you used to give me was really boring and bland so obviously the best way was to add alphabets in them."

The mention of Arthur's tomato soup lifted the Brit's mood. So he still remembers that damned soup I gave him… The Brit smiled and his threatening gaze softened as he scooped a portion of the soup to his mouth. It smelled awfully delicious to Arthur as the warm aroma swept his senses. The Brit's thoughts were interrupted by the soft chuckle from the American; he narrowed his eyes and glanced at the American.

"What's so funny Alfred?"

The American's blue eyes shimmered mischievously as he answered the Brit's question. "It's nothing Iggy, just the fact that the letters in your soup spell 'Alfred's mine ' "Arthur's eyes widened as he peered down to his soup. Oh bollocks. Alfred was right. The bloody letters were blatantly sprawled across the surface of the soup. Arthur flushed crimson and promptly dropped the spoon in embarrassment.

"You wanker! It's your entire bloody fault! I bet you did this just to embarrass me." Arthur's face swelled into a deep shade of red, "Look at what you've done you git! I look even worse! You are so going to pay for-"

A rush of aromas entered the Brit's mouth sent him in a wave of dizziness and warmth. It tasted awfully of tangy tomatoes, herbs and a slight distinctive taste of the American. All too soon the distinctive taste of the American left the Brit's mouth. Arthur finally realized that Alfred had fed him the soup through mouth to mouth. He flushed deeply as he thought of the American's soft lips and saw Alfred smirking triumphantly at him.

"You're such a git Alfred! Why couldn't you feed me properly? Now you're going to get sick too!" The American's smirk grew wider with each minute. Alfred tentatively leaned forward and embraced Arthur before settling his head on the Brit's shoulders.

"I know Iggy, but isn't that reason why they invented alphabet soup?"

AHHHHH I LOVE ALPHABET SOUP. Iggy sure likes it- he's just too tsudere to admit it ;D Iggy Iggy xD

R&R bby?