Writing Sweet Nothings, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

Hey, you're the new kid, right? The name's Alfred F. Jones - Remember it! Who're you?

-Alfred.

Mr. Jones,

You should not be passing notes in class. It is very irresponsible. However, it would be rude of me to dismiss it, and a gentleman is anything but impolite. I am Arthur Kirkland. Although I daresay it is quite disheartening to meet over the exchanging of notes, is it not? Nonetheless, it is nice to meet you, I suppose.

-Arthur Kirkland.

Arthur,

You write real formal-like, y'know? Whatever, it's cool! XD You don't need to call me "Mr. Jones" ya know. Just call me Alfred or something, it's cool, dude. Nice to meet you too though. :) Sorry we're meeting over notes. You the hopeless romantic type, huh? Like bumping into each other in rain and sharing an umbrella home or something? :P

-Alfred.

Mr. Jones,

I do not believe we are well-acquainted enough to utilise each other's first names. Also, I assure you I am not a hopeless romantic! I just appreciate the more refined way to meet, and anyway, romantic novels are interesting. It doesn't mean I'm a hopeless romantic, alright? Nor am I even remotely interested in men such as yourself.

-Arthur Kirkland.

Artie,

Sure we're acquainted! You know my name, I know yours. We're friends now, man! :D Get used to it. :P

You aren't interested in men like me? So, you are interested in men, just not me? ;) Well, whilst your taste in men is kinda crappy (since I'm the most awesome guy EVER), I appreciate your sexuality. ;P

-Alfred.

Mr. Jones,

People do not become friends simply by exchanging a few hasty notes! We aren't even acquaintances, let alone friends. Don't delude yourself.

I never said I was interested in men, you idiot! I simply expressed my distaste for people such as YOU. Now, kindly fuck off and leave me alone.

-Arthur Kirkland.

Art,

But we are fwiends~! 3

Suuuure, Art. EVERYONE likes ME. I'm awesome. Besides, you didn't say you DON'T like people of the male persuasion. *wink wink, nudge nudge*

-Alfred.

Mr. Jones,

No, we are not.

You are not "awesome," Jones. You are annoying. Very, very annoying, and I am growing to develop a strong dislike for you. The only redeeming quality I see is your use of satisfactory grammar. Other than that, you're a wanker, and I do not wish to be acquainted with you.

-Arthur Kirkland.

Stuffy old geezer,

Don't be so touchyyy. I'm beginning to think you really ARE gay since you're so easily offended and shit. But not to fear! The HERO accepts everyone! :D

-The Awesome HERO.

Git,

I hate you.

-Arthur Kirkland.

Gay boy,

You suck dick. Literally. :P

-HAMBURGERS.

Twat,

I have never engaged in such a revolting activity! Furthermore, signing a note with the penname 'hamburgers' is exceedingly idiotic, and has led me to believe you have little to no IQ. Kindly fuck off and off yourself.

-Arthur Kirkland.

Blowtop,

Suuure you ain't. Prove it. :P

-HAMBURGERS!!!

O-o-O-o-O

Arthur,

Sorry I landed you in detention. :( On the bright side, I'm here! :D

-Alfred.

Wanker,

I don't like you. I really don't like you. I've never had a detention before. You've ruined my perfect record. I hate you.

-Kirkland.

Arthur,

Pwease forgive me? :'( I'm sorryyy! I didn't mean to ruin your good-boy act. :(

-Alfred.

Prick,

No. And it's not an act.

-Kirkland.

Arthur,

Pleasepleasepleaaaaseeee?!

Not an act? Of course it's an act! No one's really "good." :P

-Alfred.

Jackass,

No.

I am.

Now stop sending me notes. You'll make this situation worse.

-Kirkland.

Artie,

Only when you forgive me. :(

-Alfred.

Idiot,

Fine. Now stop it.

-Kirkland.

Asa-chan,

But I don't wanna stop it. I like you. :)

-Aru-kun.

Baka,

Well, I assure you that I do not like you.

Don't abuse the Japanese language. Also, don't add that suffix to my name!

-Kirkland.

Asa-hime,

Yes, you do. :)

Okay~!

-Aru-ouji.

FUCK OFF.

Asa-neechan,

Not nice. You didn't even address or sign it. :(

-Aru-sama.

Motherfucking wanker,

Why must you bother ME?

-Kirkland.

Arthur Kirkland,

I like you. Be my friend?

-Alfred F. Jones.

...Alfred,

Whatever. You still owe me for landing me in detention.

-Arthur.

O-o-O-o-O

Igirisu,

Don't you love your new pet name?

-Amerika.

Amerika,

I'm slightly irritated with Japan for teaching you Japanese.

-Igirisu.

Igirisu,

Aww, but it's cool! I like his language! Besides, I like calling you Igirisu. :) Bit long though. :( How about I shorten it to Iggy? :D

-Amerika.

Amerika,

You lazy sod. No.

-Igirisu.

Iggy,

Too bad, it's happening. Do you like your hamburger? :D

-Amerika.

'Merika,

You're terrible, you git.

No, it's disgusting. Why did you bring me to McDonald's? And why are we exchanging notes when we're right across the bloody table FACING EACH OTHER? :(

-Igirisu.

Iggy-chan,

But you love me anyways. :P

Then why're you eating it? Haha~ I know you like it really, Art. :)

We're exchanging notes because you moaned about the sound. *rolls eyes*

-Amerika.

PS: I love your nickname for me. ;)

'Merika,

No, I assure you I don't.

I'm eating it because I'm hungry and I've nothing else!

I DID NOT MOAN!

-Igirisu.

PS: Don't read too much into it, jerk.

Iggy-chan,

You so do.

Liar! XD

No, true. You whined. I wonder what you'd sound like moaning? ;)

-'Merika.

PS: I knew you looooved me!

'Merika,

Fuck you.

I don't lie.

DON'T BE SO VULGAR!

-Igirisu.

Iggy-chan,

Yes, please. :)

Everyone lies... apart from the HERO!!!

:P Sorryyy. Do you like to RP? ;)

-'Merika.

'Merikkun,

Okay~ 3

-Iggy-chan.

Arthur,

What?

-Alfred.

Al,

It was a joke, idiot. Gordon Bennett. Besides, I thought you accepted homosexuals?

-Art.

Arthur,

Yeah, I do. I just don't know any personally.

-Alfred.

Alfred,

You look disgusted.

-Arthur.

Arthur,

I'm not. Just surprised by your actions. You aren't really gay, are you?

-Alfred.

Alfred,

What if I said I was? (Shakey handwriting.)

-Arthur.

Arthur,

I don't know, but are you?

-Alfred.

Alfred,

Even if I'm not, I'm slightly disappointed by your attitude towards homosexuality if that's the case. I've plenty of homosexual, bisexual and pansexual friends. If you dislike that, then I don't think we should commence this friendship (which you initiated).

-Arthur.

O-o-O-o-O

Arthur Kirkland,

I hope you get this letter. Listen, I'm really sorry about last week. I know I sounded like an ass, but I guess I'm just not used to being friends with gays and stuff. But if you are, that's cool. Just know I ain't gay or anything and stuff. So, yeah. But I still wanna be friends, okay? And sorry I ain't seen you in school this week too. I was avoiding you because I was kind of nervous. I kind of stalked Kiku around. I saw you waiting at the bleachers. I'm sorry.

Please write back.

-Alfred F. Jones.

Alfred F. Jones,

This letter is a waste of a stamp. I appreciate that you are unaccustomed to homosexuality, but I do not appreciate your seemingly prejudiced views. However, yes, I also enjoy your company. (Ink blotch. Hesitation.) I'd also like to resume being your friend. Also, do not worry about the avoidance. It's natural. And it's not like I cared or anything anyway.

-Arthur Kirkland.

Arthur Kirkland,

I'm relieved. I thought you hated me, Arthur!

Listen, man. I'm sorry in regards to my views and stuff. I grew up in a society that don't really accept gays. I dunno really. I don't hate them or nothing, I'm just kind of... I dunno. But seriously, sorry Arthur.

-Alfred F. Jones.

Alfred F. Jones,

You response took a while. What happened? Is everything alright? You weren't in school this week either.

You're just afraid? It's alright if you are, you know. Most are frightened of that they do not understand. I don't hate you at all, Alfred.

-Arthur Kirkland.

Arthur Kirkland,

Sorry, I've had the flu. Been stuck in bed all week. Sick as hell. You weren't alone, were you? Shit, I'm sorry, Art. I keep screwing up. I ain't much of a friend, am I?

Thanks for understanding, man. You're awesome.

-Alfred F. Jones.

Alfred F. Jones,

You've been ill? You should have called! I wrote my number on paper for you, did I not? Are you feeling better? Have you been consuming enough liquids? Have you taken medicine? Seen a doctor?

I was not alone, do not worry. You are far from a bad friend, Alfred. Stop feeling sorry for yourself, git.

I'm awesome? That's a new one, oh Awesome Hero.

-Arthur Kirkland.

Arthur Kirkland,

Aww, Iggy's so sweet. You care. :) I'm not dying or nothing, Iggy. Just had the flu. And yeah, I had lots of water and took meds. Sorry I didn't call, I thought you'd be mad.

Who did you hang out with then? And yeah, you're right... Heroes don't feel sorry for themselves!

Yeah, well, I'm more awesome. You can be like a sidekick. You're the Robin to my Batman, dude. The Kyle to my Stan. The jelly to my peanutbutter.

-Alfred F. Jones.

Alfred F. Jones,

Of course I care, you idiot. Take care of yourself, or else.

I wouldn't be mad if you called. Don't be silly.

Francis and Gilbert dragged me around Monday and Tuesday, although Antonio scampered off with Lovino when that happened. For Wednesday, Hungary abducted me and showed me some... interesting... artwork... and for Thursday and Friday, I escaped to the library. It's okay, I like being alone. (Lying.)

Great, I'm a sidekick. Also, if I didn't watch South Park, I wouldn't know who Stan and Kyle were. Lastly, it's jam. Not jelly.

-Arthur Kirkland.

O-o-O-o-O

Arthur,

Sorry I didn't reply to your last letter, but since we're in school today I figured we'd exchange notes again. You okay? You look paler than usual.

-Alfred.

Alfred,

Yes, I'm fine. Concentrate on the lesson. You missed a lot last week.

-Arthur.

Arthur,

But you don't look so good.

-Alfred.

Alfred,

I'm fine. Concentrate.

-Arthur.

O-o-O-o-O

To: lonesomepirate hotmail. co .uk

From: hero_1 yahoo. com

Subject: ARE YOU OKAY?

You lied, Iggy. You weren't okay. You fucking COLLAPSED back there! I had to carry you to the infirmary! What happened?!

To: hero_1 yahoo . com

From: lonesomepirate hotmail. co. uk

Subject: RE: ARE YOU OKAY?

Just a bit tired, I'm absolutely fine now.

You CARRIED me?! Why?!

To: lonesomepirate hotmail. co. uk

From: hero_1 yahoo. com

Subject: ARE YOU OKAY?

Tired? Are you serious?

Because you FAINTED maybe?!

Can you get on MSN? It's so much easier to virtually lecture you.

Lonesome Pirate says: Why am I going along with this if only to receive a virtual lecture?

Number One HERO says: Because I'm awesome. Now seriously, why'd you pass out?

Lonesome Pirate says: I told you, I was tired.

Number One HERO says: Bullshit. Arthur, what happened?

Lonesome Pirate says: Honestly, that was all. I was really busy last week.

Number One HERO says: Busy with what? You didn't say anything in the letters or when I called on Sunday.

Lonesome Pirate says: I was just swamped with work and some personal issues. It's fine now.

Number One HERO says: I'm getting fucked off now, Arthur. Specifics, now.

Lonesome Pirate says: (Long pause.) My mum's hospital bills have increased. I've had to get another job outside of school.

Number One HERO says: Hospital bills? You never told me your mom was in hospital! And what do you mean ANOTHER job?! Arthur, what's going on? What about your dad?

Lonesome Pirate says: Personal issues are hardly a topic one brings up in civilised conversation.

Number One HERO says: My dad's a prejudiced homophobic and my mom used to let him walk all over her. He hit her. She was hospitalised a lot because of concussions and cuts and stuff. Dad went to jail when I was ten. Now, will you tell me about what's going on with YOU?

Lonesome Pirate says: I'm sorry, Alfred.

Number One HERO says: Don't apologize, I'm over it. Just tell me.

Lonesome Pirate says: *Apologised. It's an 's'. Sorry. My mum's been in a coma since I was very young. Post-traumatic dress disorder led her to do extreme things. My father left us when I was still very small. My mum's close friend used to pay her bills but they moved away when I was fifteen, and we have no other family so I had to start paying the bills, otherwise they'd unplug the life support machine.

Number One HERO says: You should've told me. I can help you!

Lonesome Pirate says: No, thank you. I don't need pity.

Number One HERO says: You're my friend, Arthur. This ain't about pity. It's about FRIENDSHIP.

Lonesome Pirate says: Can I call you? I'm getting a headache and my limbs ache typing this.

Number One HERO says: Just get some sleep, Art. I'll see you.

Lonesome Pirate says: Goodnight, Alfred.

O-o-O-o-O

Art,

I can't believe you came into school today! You still look ill. Go infirmary?

-Al.

Al,

I'm feeling better. Besides, I have work after school today.

-Art.

Art,

Skip work, you're sick. Come to my place, I'll look after you.

-Al.

Al,

I can't skip work. I need the money. Thank you for the offer though.

-Art.

Art,

I'll lend you some money, Art. I have loads, seriously. And you're my friend, man. It ain't about pity, okay? Please come to my place, I'm really worried.

-Al.

Al,

I don't know about the money. I don't want to take it. But fine, I'll come over after work.

-Art.

Art,

Then I'm going with you to work.

-Al.

O-o-O-o-O

To: Alfred

From: Arthur
Subject: [no subject]

I can't believe you actually came to my work place.

To: Arthur
From: Alfred

Subject: [no subject]

I can't believe you're texting at work. ;) Naughty.

On a more serious note, you're swaying and your face is like bright red. Stop working or I'll knock you out before you faint and carry you again. Do you want that?

To: Alfred
From: Arthur
Subject: [no subject]
Texting is better than shouting...

I'm not swaying, and I'm not bright red. I'm fine. And no, you WON'T carry me again. I wasn't even conscious for the first time and yet I'm still humilated by it.

To: Arthur
From: Alfred
Subject: [no subject]

You're so in denial, Jesus H. Christ. I'll carry you if necessary. Look, you got like 2 hours of work left. You won't make it five more minutes. I'll tell your boss you're sick. Come on, I'm worried, man.

To: Alfred
From: Arthur
Subject: [no subject]
You are so bloody annoying.

O-o-O-o-O

How're you feeling?

Why are YOU writing? You haven't lost your voice.

I like writing to you. :)

You're odd, Alfred.

And you love me for it.

You wish, pretty boy.

Oh! You think I'm pretty?

(Blushes.) I'm not dignifying that with a response.

You look tired. Wanna sleep?

I've slept for hours. Since I fell asleep in the taxi. You carried me again, didn't you?

I had to. I tried to wake you, but you kinda just slapped me in your sleep. See? Look at my cheek. It's red! By the way, you have smooth hands.

Fuck off.

Not much of a comeback, Art. You really are sick. Think maybe you caught my flu?

Virtually?

Could happen. There was that virus on Alex Rider.

English film. (Smirk.)

Aw, shut it. You might have some cool films in England, but America's are way better.

I disagree.

D'aww, someone's sleepy~ Lie down!

I am lying down... I'm kind of cold...

Aww. I'll keep you warm.

(Notes scrunched. Spooning. Soft snores.)

O-o-O-o-O

Kiku,

I need to ask you something.

-Alfred.

Alfred-san,

What is the matter, Alfred-san?

-Kiku.

Kiku,

I'm having weird feelings. Like when I'm with this person, right, I feel really... strange. Like really, really strange. And it's kind of disturbing and so not awesome.

-Alfred.

Alfred-san,

It sounds like you like someone. Who is the person you feel "strange" about?

-Kiku.

Kiku,

I'm sure you can guess. You're really smart, Kiku.

-Alfred.

Alfred-san,

Is it Arthur-san?

-Kiku.

Kiku,

Bang on. I knew you'd get it. I can't LIKE him like THAT though! He's a guy!!!

-Alfred.

Alfred-san,

You cannot help who you fall for, Alfred-san. Just continue being is friend and see if it progresses. If you gain more confidence, make a move. That is the advice I can offer. Perhaps you could consult my doujinshi and manga for more advice?

-Kiku.

Kiku,

Uh, no thanks... No offence, but in all the manga I've read the guy's really awkward with his crush or he just jumps and molests them. I don't like either.

-Alfred.

Alfred-san,

Just be yourself and continue being his friend. You may be surprised.

-Kiku.

O-o-O-o-O

Arthur Kirkland,

You have been accepted at Oxford University. Please find attached your syllabus for the courses you have applied for. For you, this should be a joint Journalism and Business degree. If incorrect, please contact you for applying to Oxford. We look forward to seeing you next year.

Alfred F. Jones,

You have been accepted at Yale University. Please find attached your syllabus for the courses you have applied for. For you, this should be a joint Law and Business degree. If incorrect, please contact us. Thank you for applying to Yale. We look forward to seeing you next year.

O-o-O-o-O

"Hey, you've reached the phone of the awesome Alfred F. Jones! I can't answer right now 'cause I'm probably doing something heroic, so leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP!"

"Alfred, hi... It's Arthur here. Um... Listen, Al... I... (Deep breath.) I'm leaving for England after summer. This summer. We're breaking up from school this week, and it will be my last at both Hetalia High and in America. I'll be leaving for England at the end of the summer holidays. I... I was wondering if... if you'd like to... you know... er... do something... b-but we don't have to! It isn't like I care or anything, so... so... j-just call back!"

"Hey, Art! Sorry I missed your call earlier, I was out playing baseball. You could, I dunno, come to one of my games sometime or something. If you want. I don't care really. (Pause.) You're... gonna go to England? For how long? Why? B-but yeah, we'll definitely do lotsa stuff over the summer! You bet! Call me back!"

"Good evening, Alfred. It's Arthur again. Er, well... You did well in today's game. I almost thought Kiku was going to beat you, but you were amazi - Y-you did rather well, I mean. Thank you for walking me home, too. You didn't have to do it. Seriously, you shouldn't have. Elizaveta called me and now she seems to think we're together! It doesn't help that you gave me your baseball cap and held your jacket above us as we ran in the rain. Aren't you just Mr. Chivalrous? ...But... thank you for that though. No one's ever really been that nice to me without... Wh-whatever, just thanks, okay? About me going to England though... I'm going there for at least two years as I am attending university there... I... (Clearing throat; voice hitched.) I'll... miss... N-never mind. Call me back when you get this, we should make plans for summer seeing as we're breaking up from school tomorrow. Goodbye, Al."

"Hi'ya, Iggy! Did you fall asleep like right after leaving that message? I called you back five minutes after I got it and you didn't pick up! Someone must've been worn out! Haha! Anyways, thanks! I know I did great! I was awesome, right? Although, yeah... For a sec' I was scared Kiku'd win, but then I pulled out that home run and - It was just awesome, right? And no probs, it was fun walking you home! Elizaveta thinks we're together? Seriously? Heh, it's understandable, right? We're, like, always together... (Cough.) But anyways, Mr. Chivalrous? Hahaha! Alright, then, just call me Mr. Bond! Or what's that other thing you watch? Dr. Who? I'll be him and you be Rose! Haha! Or in the Star Wars perspective... Ahh, I'm rambling. Sorry, Iggy! (Pause. Sigh.) Two years, huh? Well... I wanna visit, but... I'll be uni too. Send me letters? E-mails? Call me? I'll miss y - I mean, yeah, sure I'll catch you later. On Saturday I'm having another baseball match with the guys. You wanna come? I'd appreciate it if you, I dunno, cheered for me? N-not that I really give a damn... A-and Mattie's going on a date with Yaketerina on Sunday, and he wants me to come along for moral support, and I'll be, like, bored out of my mind... so, come with? Please? It's at that fair. You know the one Kiku's been excited about? It's got like lotsa Japanese merchandise. D'you have a yukata? If not, I'll lend you one, 'though it might be too big. I have a green one with silver sparkly stuff on it. You can have that one. It's girly, like you. 'Cause you like fairies, right? Haha! Well, call me! Bye!"

"'Merika, I assure you I did not fall asleep right after that message! ...Okay, maybe I did, but don't you dare make fun of me for it! I've been studying endlessly, and - Oh, whatever. Stop boasting, idiot. Your head will get so big it may expload. A-and just because we're together often doesn't make it that we're - that we're... y-you know. (Nervous chuckle.) We're like House and Wilson from House M.D. Yes, let's go with that. Although neither of us have a Vicoden addiction. (Snort.) You as James Bond? Honestly, you are not smooth enough to play him. Besides, he's an English spy. Although, he was based off a Canadian one, but... In regards to Dr. Who, I refuse to play Rose! I am a man as you've plainly seen when my shorts fell off in PE - or Gym as you call it - a couple of weeks ago. How embarrassing... I'm glad I gave you a black eye after you made fun of my boxers, by the way. Just healed, has it? Or are you covering it with foundation? Anyway, about England... O-of course I'll write you and call you, you twat... Y-you'd better reply as well, or else I'll find some way to torture you through written communication. Or telepathically. Or I'll hex you with a Harry Potter spell. (Pause. Long sigh.) Y-yes, I'd lov - I mean, as I've nothing better to do I suppose I shall attend your game. Matthew...? Oh, right, right. I didn't know he had a girlfriend. Anyway, yes, fine, I'll go with you - providing we won't stop at fast food stalls. I do have a yukata, but I think I may have outgrown it. So yes, I'd be grateful if I could snatch that green one away from you. And I am not girly, Alfred! Git!"

O-o-O-o-O

To: Arthur
From: Alfred

Subject: Thanks x

Thanks for attending the game yesterday. You seem to be my good luck charm! I won two games in a row with you there! :) You better come to all my games when I'm famous as well. ;) You can sing my national anthem to introduce me. XD Anyways, having fun here?

To: Alfred
From: Arthur
Subject: RE: Thanks x

I refuse to sing the American national anthem. I'm English, you twat. However, I may consider attending a few of your games... Having fun? Your brother and his girlfriend ditched us, and now we're stuck in this noisy arcade. I'm bored as fuck.

To: Arthur
From: Alfred

Subject: RE: Thanks x

Aww, you meanie. :( But in England, you have Britain's Got Talent and stuff. Go on that? XD I'll vote for you!! You can sing the Sex Pistols or something! :P And yeah, my bro did ditch us, huh? I hope he uses protection... You're bored? Aww, fine. Let's go win you a unicorn plushie.

To: Alfred
From: Arthur

Subject: RE: Thanks x

And America is "borrowing" that show. Your country is a thief. You stole Marvel, and you stole Cadburys. I hate you. Protection?! Al, your brother is more responsible than you are. And I don't want a unicorn plushie! I especially don't want YOU to win me one! I'm not a girl, nor am I your date!

To: Arthur
From: Alfred

Subject: RE: Thanks x

You are such a girl. You moan so much... lol, that sounded wrooong. XD And too bad, huh? I totally just won you one in like 2 seconds. You know you like it. You're blushiiing, Art~!

To: Alfred
From: Arthur

Subject: RE: Thanks x

I AM MALE, YOU WANKER! AND I'M NOT BLUSHING! FUCK OFF! :(

To: Arthur
From: Alfred

Subject: RE: Thanks x

Someone's cranky. You're PMSing, right? C'mon, I'll buy you some chocolate, Mr. I-Pretend-To-Hate-My-BFFs-Chivalry. You're hugging the unicorn.

To: Alfred
From: Arthur

Subject: RE: Thanks x

Men do not PMS, you prick. BFF? That's a rather GIRLY term, eh, Al? The unicorn has a name. He's called Charlie. And I want milk chocolate.

To: Arthur
From: Alfred

Subject: RE: Thanks x

YOU PMS. :) BFF is not a girly term. :( He's called Charlie. Right, Iggy. Right. I worry for your mental health, dude. Milk chocolate? Ooh, pushing the boat out, huh? ;) You're worth it, I guess. XD ...Can you loan me 10 dollars? xoxo

To: Alfred
From: Arthur

Subject: RE: Thanks x

No.

To: Arthur
From: Alfred

Subject: RE: Thanks x

Shit! You didn't have to literally SLAP ME!! D: Fine, fine, I'll pay for your chocolate seeing as it's your time of the month... STOP SLAPPING ME!!!

O-o-O-o-O

Class Notes

Alfred F. Jones

Okay, so, I'll level with you, notebook. I never write actual class notes in these. I just doodle and... write some poetry. Don't judge me, notebook. Anyways, you should be honoured. You're my new notebook, and your first page shall consist of my newest poem. It's just called 'Arthur' right now, becuase, well, I'm not much of a title guy... and... it sounds more straightforward and... I'll stop now.

With emerald eyes that disguise beautiful thoughts,

his chapped pink lips speak nought but twisted lies.

In spite of his lies, I can understand, his words are caught;

when he speaks insults, he's telling me he cares - or tries.

In our turbulant friendship, we've laughed and fought,

always ending fights by staring in each others eyes.

Confusing feelings tell me I should end this sort

but I continue to stare into the green depths, full of sparkling fireflies.

I wonder how he sees me? The thoughts make me distraught,

because I just want to know if I tell him, will he cry?

Don't laugh at me, notebook. I rushed it because my bro kept looking over my shoulder. I think he saw. He's totally laughing at me. Maybe someday I'll make actual lyrics and stuff for him... Ughhh, this is confusing. Maybe I'll just draw us in Pon and Zi version... I love Pon and Zi...

Class Notes

Arthur Kirkland

Sorry, my precious notebook. You know I usually actually make proper notes in you, but I just can't concentrate. Besides, we're in the summer holidays...

Notebook, I think I'm in love.

I think I'm in love with the most outlandish, irksome, antagonistic, troublesome, handsome, heroic, chivalrous, talented IDIOT.

Am I mental? I can answer that myself. No, I'm beyond mental. Oh, God. What do I do? He's STRAIGHT! I've known I was bi since I was fourteen or something, but holy fuck. I never thought I'd fall for a straight, baseball-playing, martyrdom-complex American nutter.

I'm doomed.

I mean, I even drew a bloody picture of him. With me. Holding hands. CLAMP style.

Kiku will pay for making me fall in love with those bloody mangas.

Now I want to attend the London Expo again.

That isn't the point. Look what the twat's doing to me! I'm spacing everything out unevenly! Like that Elizaveta introduced me to. Bugger. Bugger. Bugger. Bloody hell.

I'm really head over heels for him, aren't I?

PTO for music notes for the song 'Alfred'. (I know, notebook. I'm whipped.)

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"Heeeyyy, Art! How you feeling? Sorry you got sunburnt today. How did you manage that anyway? You were like constantly in the shade. You have such fair skin! Ahaha! By the way, your unicorn trunks were pretty. Haha! Sorry, sorry! Is the sunburn bad? You feeling okay? Call back!"

"Afternoon, Alfred. Well, I think it had something to do with when you sort of yanked me up and dragged me into the sea before forcing me to play volley ball with you because your team was one player short... Just a wild guess. Yes, I am pale. I grew up where it's - thankfully - commonly cold and rather rainy. But nooo, not here. Here, I must undergo the torturous conditions of sun. But no, it isn't that bad... I'll be fine. Bye, Al."

"Sorry I forced you to play! I didn't know you were that, well, weak. Well, not weak! I mean - you know what I mean! And you better not be lying about being okay. I'm gonna visit you to make sure. See you in about an hour!"

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Number One HERO says: You on, Iggy?

Lonesome Pirate says: Well, the 'online' status says as much.

Number One HERO says: True. So, your burn gone yet? It was still pretty bad when I saw you yesterday. It looked really sore. =/

Lonesome Pirate says: I assure you, I'm fine.

Number One HERO says: You said that yesterday!

Lonesome Pirate says: Yes, well... I mean it this time?

Number One HERO says: No sense of self-preservation... -_-;

Lonesome Pirate says: Me?! Do you not recall me patching you up last weekend after one of your "American football" games?

Number One HERO says: Yeah, but... that's different.

Lonesome Pirate says: Fuck off. *Rolls eyes*

Number One HERO says: Meaaan. :(

Lonesome Pirate says: I try.

Number One HERO says: Hey, Art?

Lonesome Pirate says: Hm?

Number One HERO says: Wanna go out tomorrow? I kinda need to tell you something.

Lonesome Pirate says: Is everything alright?

Number One HERO says: Stop worrying. XD Everything's fine. I can picture your cute li'l worried face right about now.

Lonesome Pirate says: Shut it. I'm not cute.

Number One HERO says: You are.

Lonesome Pirate says: Not.

Number One HERO says: Take the dang compliment, CUTIE.

Lonesome Pirate says: ...

Number One HERO says: But seriously, meet me tomorrow at Central Park. Say... half past eleven at night?

Lonesome Pirate says: Why so late?

Number One HERO says: Why not? :P

Lonesome Pirate says: You confuse me, Jones.

Number One HERO says: I try. ;P

Lonesome Pirate says: I bet you do. Listen, Al, I'm getting tired.

Number One HERO says: Aww, okay, sweetie. XD Get some beauty sleep and I'll see you tomorrow! (Y)

Lonesome Pirate says: Alright, LOVE. *Rolls eyes* Good night, Al. :)

Number One HERO says: G'night, Art. :)

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To: Alfred

From: Arthur
Subject: GRR

Where. Are. You? It's almost twelve!

To: Alfred

From: Arthur
Subject: GRR

Why aren't you replying?! I'm getting annoyed.

To: Alfred

From: Arthur
Subject: GRR

Has something happened? Are you okay?

To: Alfred

From: Arthur
Subject: GRR

If you've stood me up, I'll kick your arse.

To: Arthur

From: Alfred
Subject: RE: GRR

Turn around.

Arthur, I love you.

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Lonesome Pirate says: I can't believe you did that.

Number One HERO says: You loved it. :)

Lonesome Pirate says: You had it up in LIGHTS. How must did that cost?!

Number One HERO says: Don't worry about that, stupid. Just... did ya like it?

Lonesome Pirate says: ...Obviously... Did I not JUMP you?

Number One HERO says: XD True. You surprised me. Thanks for the make out session by the way. ;D

Lonesome Pirate says: Hmph...

Number One HERO says: You're pretty good at kissing.

Lonesome Pirate says: I know.

Number One HERO says: Don't sound so modest, Art.

Lonesome Pirate says: *Smirks*

Number One HERO says: I do love you, Arthur.

Lonesome Pirate says: And I love you.

Number One HERO says: You took a while to type that. I bet you stared at your screen blushing your head off.

Lonesome Pirate says: ...

Number One HERO says: Knew it.

Lonesome Pirate says: Goodbye, Alfred.

Number One HERO says: Bye bye, sweetheart. (L)

Lonesome Pirate says: ... (L)

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To: Arthur

From: Alfred
Subject: Aishiteruuu

You looked hot in your shorts today. ;)

To: Alfred