Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

Warnings: None, really. Just one sexual theme.

It was rare seeing a Nation using the language that used no spoken words, but used their hands and facial expressions. A fascinating language the Deaf have, it was like a dance of hands and fingers, a constant display of pure emotions upon one's face. Yes, Arthur Kirkland loved this language for it was the only time he could honestly bring out his feelings. The Deaf did not judge him and, to be honest, he preferred being in the company of those silent people to his hearing citizenry.

So, when Arthur and the rest of the G8 had to go look for the very late American, they were surprised to find him in the lobby talking with five other people. Alfred's hands were moving rhythmically and with purpose, each gesture fluid. His expression constantly changed, each sign forcing him to do that change. It was fascinating as the Nations just stood there, watching the dance without the notice of the speaking party despite how rude it was. Arthur had never seen such a beautiful usage of sign language before, only having been vaguely aware that Alfred knew it. He never knew the degree of fluency the American had, never knew that he could look so beautiful using the language of the Deaf.

They watched, silently, waiting patiently for them to finish, yet at the same time hoping that the beautiful dance would not stop. It did stop as Alfred waved his hands, explaining why he had to leave. They all smiled, some laughed, and they all waved good-bye, exiting the building while chatting amongst themselves. Alfred turned, a refreshing, beautiful, glorious grin lighting up his face as he walked toward the still-numb group.

"C'mon! We've got a meeting to start!" Alfred told them cheerfully, breaking the trance they were in. Sheepishly the others agreed and started walking back to the meeting room. However, Arthur stayed behind to walk with the American, wanting some private time with him.

"So, you are fluent with using your hands to speak?" Arthur asked him, using his own sign language. He glanced into Alfred's eyes, relying on his peripheral vision to guide him. Those blue eyes met his, an eyebrow raised and a smirk upon his face.

"Would you like to find out tonight?" the American replied, returning to that dance of hands. Arthur tilted his head, pretending to think about it while keeping eye contact. He smiled, relaxing the lids of his eyes to about halfway.

"But of course."