Authors comments:

This is a request by JewishLolita ((who has a sexy awesome screen name)) for an Alfred x Arthur ((USxUK)) oneshot, but it got kinda long, so I made two chapters, to kind of break it up.

So yay! My first two-shot!

:{D

Mustache smiles are sexier than regular smiles, just FYI.

Anywho, I still take requests, since I love trying to write different things, and if you want one, just ask, and ill be glad to try and write one for you! On with the story!

Disclaimer: I own nothing...! /sob/

Arthur hated rain.

Well, actually, when he was sitting in his comfy chair, near the fire, with a cup of tea and a good book, he enjoyed the rain. But when he was standing at the window of the conference room, staring at the monsoon like rain that beat against the glass like it was trying to eat him?

Yeah, he hated the rain.

"Bloody hell..." He muttered, knowing the walk from the building to his hotel was going to murder him. That, or blow him back to England.

"What is wrong, Anglettere~?" France asked, skipping towards the annoyed British country. Arthur looked at the happy blond man and sighed, not in the mood to fight.

"The weather in America is so bloody extreme, like America himself." Arthur muttered. Francis nodded, a bemused smile on his stubbled face. But then he seemed to sober up slightly.

"Hey, Anglettere...May I speak with you in private for one moment?" Arthur raised an eyebrow at the Frenchman, eyeing him suspiciously. But the look on the country's face was serious, so Arthur nodded, wondering what was up with France all of a sudden.

"You are...close to America, oui?" France began, speaking the words slowly, trying to avoid England becoming nervous by inner meanings that were not there.

"Errr...I suppose?" England answered, not sure as to where this was going. "I mean...we aren't arguing as much, and I suppose we have been hanging out together outside of meetings more often."

France let out a breath as he scratched the top of his blond head, not sure how to phrase his next question. So he just said it as bluntly as he could.

"Do you have feelings for him?"

"W-wha...? What-"

"Do not take it the wrong way, Anglettere-" France began, putting up his hands defensively. "I do not mean to make assumptions. I just wish to know what your...relationship is with him."

England stared at the slightly older nation, bewildered as to what the man was trying to get out of him. Was he trying to set him up for a prank? It didn't seem like the usual prank, since France was being completely serious, and a bit hesitant.

And France was never hesitant.

"Ummm..." England tried to think of his relationship with America. They were friends, right? England couldn't really tell with Alfred. The guy was either being completely obnoxious about super heroes, or trying to bug Arthur into hanging out with him. So maybe acquaintances? But the times when Alfred wasn't being a complete self-centered self-loving idiot goofball, they had really enjoyed themselves, just hanging out and talking, or just enjoying the silence of the area around them.

"I suppose...we are close friends? I don't know...Why?"

It was Francis' turn to look uncomfortable, shifting from one leg to the other.

"How do I say this...uhmm..." He paused, before sighing loudly, his hands now resting on his hips.

"I don't want you getting to close to America, Arthur." Francis stated, his voice more worried than demanding.

"What do you mean, you bloody frog? It's none of your business what I do-"

France gripped England's arm, preventing the British man to run away, or more importantly, hit France. "I didn't mean it like that, Arthur."

England stared in bewilderment at the blonde man in front of him, who's face seemed a mixture of pain and sorrow.

"I just meant...I mean, you and me, we are like brothers, oui? We do not always get along, well, we rarely get along. But...we are still brothers. And I don't want to see you get hurt again by him."

The comment made Arthur flinch, surprised by the earnest statement the usually pervy country would never say.

"When you were raising him, you seemed so happy, so up in the clouds. I was envious of how happy you were, Anglettere. But...When he fought you for independence...You...you fell. I'm sure America didn't see the worst of it, but I did. It was hard. To see you, my brother, look like you were a walking corpse in your own land. You didn't eat, you didn't sleep. You would just sit in your room for days, sobbing. It broke my heart. But afterwords, you seem to slowly get better, so I would always hit on you to distract you. It seemed to work. And then when you worked together with America and everyone, it was as if you were ok. And now, now, you seem so great, so happy. I..." He paused, losing his foice as a silent sob stopped him from talking.

" I don't want to see that happen again if you get any closer to him. He loves being independent, oui? If you get to close, he'll push you away. I...I-I don't think you could handle that again...! Other countries have noticed as well...What if they try to take advantage of your relationship they think you have? What if you get hurt...?" France said, choking up. England was dumb founded, and didn't know how to act. France was worried? About HIM? Aren't they mortal enemies? England felt his heart tighten, finding it hard to fight off the feelings he felt. Sorrow, guilt, confusion, pride. Pride? England was surprised at how happy he felt, knowing somebody cared for him. Even if it was France.

"I...I know..." England whispered, his arm slipping from France's grip. It was true that England might possibly have feelings for the rambuncious country, but he knew to stay away. He would think about all the pros and cons, over and over again. Not that he would mind being with the guy, seriously. But...

"I won't France...I know what would happen..."

France looked embarrassed and sorry for what he brought up, but England smiled, giving him a grin that spoke volumes of sadness and lost hope.

"Thanks for worrying about me, Francis...But don't think we're going to be buddy buddy from now on!"

"Oh, Anglettere, you know I would have it no other way." France grinned, happy his brother-rival was ok. After a few minutes of mindless chatter, France excused himself, leaving to go catch a flight back to his own country. England watched him go, waving half-heartedly as the blonde man left via taxi.

"I don't want to see that happen again if you get any closer to him. He loves being independent, oui? If you get to close, he'll push you away. I...I-I don't think you could handle that again...!"
France's words rang in Arthur's head, as he packed his own bag slowly. By now, he was sure he was the only one in the large conference building. By now, the weather had temporarily let up, making it a prime time to escape.

But...

He didn't want to leave.

He felt like if he walked outside, he might crumple.

Arthur realized how close he had become to Alfred over the years. They were talking every day via something; whether it be phone, email, text, or letters. He didn't think anything of it until now, but...

They were really close.

Too close.

England had always been proud of how independent he was. Especially after the fight between him and America. But he was starting to grow attached once more to the younger country. It was heart breaking. He was so close. He was feeling so much for Alfred. But he knew what would happen. All these years he knew what would happen to him if he tried to become close to America again.

But he did it anyway.

"Bloody HELL!" He yelled, throwing his bag down. He placed his hand on his forehead, forcing himself to breath evenly, trying to calm himself down. He ignored his own warnings! That little warning light in the back of his head had been going off for so long, yet he had blocked it out, thinking that he wouldn't have to worry about putting too much emotion into his time with Alfred.

"This sucks..."

"What does?"

Arthur froze, praying to everything and everyone that it wasn't-

"Alfred."

"Yo!" The tall brown haired country grinned, flicking a piece sign as his blue eyes went from Arthur to the bag on the floor. He bent down and picked it up, holding it out for the shorter country. "If it sucks, just pick it up, dude. Not that hard!" He joked. Arthur took the bag quickly, looking at the country with confusion.

"What are you doing here, Alfred? You ran out of here first. Forget something?"

Alfred nodded, pointing to the podium, where a box of half-eaten fries lay cold. Arthur sweat dropped, staring in disbelief at America.

"You're not serious, are you?"

Alfred walked over and picked up the box, munching on the cold fries happily. "Why would I waste them? It's not like they're dirty or nuthin'..." Alfred mumbled, stuffing his face with more fries.

"Bloody...Look! How can you shove that stuff into your mouth! That's disgusting!"Arthur chided, waving his finger at Alfred. Alfred just shrugged and smiled, finishing the fries.

"What are you doing here so late, England? Are you staying here for the night?"

"N-no! Are you really that stupid? I was just waiting for the rain to let up."

"Alone? That's no fun. You could've told me, I would have hung out with you!" Alfred stated happily, grinning like a little kid. Arthur blushed slightly and turned his head, as if in dissaproval.

"It was fine! France was here, so I wasn't alone."

"France? Don't you hate each other?"

"Sometimes we can have civilized discussions, you twit." Arthur said, as he began walking out of the room. Alfred followed, now curious.

"Whatcha talk about?"

"Nothing that concerns you." Arthur stated, in a way that told America that he wouldn't be getting any more information if he tried to pry.

"Ah, secret stuff. Tha's cool."

Arthur paused at the main doorway, looking at his cellphone. Ok, still had plenty of time to get to the hotel before dark.

"So wanna come over? I got some new movies that are way too scary to watch by myself! We could get some popcorn too-"

"Sorry, i'm tired. I'm just going to go to my hotel room and sleep."

"Oh, ok. Well, don't forget that tomorrow you promised to go see the new movie coming out in theaters!" Alfred reminded, excited for the movie premier of Teenage werewolves of Crytal forest part 3: The howling town of ghosts.

"About that, Alfred..." Arthur began, keeping his eyes on the sky outside, in case it began to rain again. "I'm afraid I won't be able to go."

"What~?" Alfred whined, pouting angrily at the British country. "Why not? We've been planning this for months!"

"Correction, you have been planning it for months. And I have some work to do that's due soon, and I'm way behind." Arthur said simply, shrugging it off as he opened the large front door. Arthur frowned at the country, worry now in his voice.

"Is something wrong, Arthur?"

Arthur said nothing, but opened the door more.

"Did I do something wrong?" Alfred asked, making Arthur's eyes widen slightly, and for just a moment, before his face became neutral once more.

"No." He began, closing the door behind him. "You didn't do anything wrong."

And then Alfred was alone in the large and empty conference building, as thunder clapped miles away, signaling the beginning of the next storm,

Author's end notes:

Part 1, done! Part two will be done after I work on a request from EmeraldGreen4Life! So stay tuned~!

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(My mustache smile shaved!)

Reviews make me more inspired to work, so the more reviews i get, the sooner the second, and final, chapter will be published! /wink wink nudge nudge/