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You're in a mental hospital.
:iconsukayy: oh well hello there.
:icontheradioactivedj: HEY LOOK DOCTOR YOU'RE FINALLY GINGER- //shot
3.Person licking the windows:
:icondreamart321: what are you doing dude.
4.Person stashing food in the corners:
:iconsure-tits: GIVE ME SOME U LIL FOSH STICK IM HUNGRY TOO
5.Person acting like an animal:
6.Person helping you escape:
:iconcharizzy: COME ON LETS GO TO NARNIA
7.Person yelling nonsense about clowns:
UKUS 15Arthur didn't take the roses. He just stared with a gapping mouth and wide eyes at the America that shifted awkwardly, but he was still holding out the roses.
"Alfred…" The Brit said quietly, not really able to say anything else.
"Heh, yeah. Hey there, Artie." Alfred chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand. He had noticed the golden ring shining on the other's pale finger but hid his surprise and emotion. His throat began to choke up and he found it hard to speak or think. "You look nice."
But Alfred wasn't prepared for what happened. He had spent the ride over here trying to convince himself Arthur hated him, so the pain would be lessened when he was yelled at publically. But he didn't expect for Arthur to get up without a sound and charge at him as quickly as he could. And if he did, he accepted in his mind he deserved the punch to the face or screaming. He didn't get that though. Instead, he got arms around him, tight and caring, with tears soaking
UKUS 13"I can't believe you just left him to stumble around by himself! Italy!" The tall German pinched the bridge of his nose, ignoring the continuous apologizes of the smaller Italian beside him.
"You said he was going back to England's, yes? Maybe he stayed there for the night." Japan suggested. "I think it's best we check."
"You're right, Kiku Come on, let's go." Ludwig pulled still whining Feliciano out with him to the hotel parking lot.
It was early morning and Feliciano had snuck into his and Ludwig's hotel room astonishingly undetected the night before. He had drove off from the bar, leaving Alfred there to vent out his anger with his alcohol and with no car so he was forced to walk in the rain. It wasn't until this morning when Japan had come over to their hotel room when the Italian told the Asian and German what all had happened. They weren't happy to say the least.
A short while later they had made it to the familiar home of the Englishman. Though somewhat hesitant to go in,
It pierced Arthur painfully, his cheeks sweltering under its pressure and anticipation.
Each pair was fixed on him, including the smiling man kneeling in front of him, holding out that little box filled with surprise and expectation.
Was he breathing? Arthur wasn't sure anymore. He couldn't feel it, just every eye on him and the burning heat in his face.
"A-Al Al I "
Then, disappointment. Surprise.
Alfred watched as his lover whipped around, running up the stairs towards his room, leaving him kneeling there with ide eyes and no answer.
"Ar-Artie?" The American's voice was soft, rarely afraid but still hurt and he stared with pain in his blue eyes up the staircase the Brit had run off to.
It filled the air again until every surprised eye was on Feliciano who thought quick and ran forward, grabbing the microphone.
"That's it, everyone! Thank you for coming! Feel free to escort yourselves out!" His Italian accent rang through the speaker quickly before he
UKUS 12Alfred had fallen asleep on the McDonald's table. He'd eaten every last crumb of the too many burgers, chicken and fries he had ordered and drank refill after refill of sugar littered soda. Italy had never seen him eat that much before.
Besides that, unfortunately the dirty blonde had remembered he still had on his fairy costume. He looked almost disgusted with it as he reached behind him and pulled the fake wings from his back. He didn't care it left two holes in the back of his shirt and had just crushed the flimsy things in his hands before throwing them away. He had also done the same for the frilly "leafs" at the bottom of the green pants he wore and brushed most of the sparkles off the shirt, leaving them to flutter onto the ground to mingle with the dust. Feliciano didn't say anything as he watched his friend let out his frustration on his costume. At least he hadn't tried to throw the ring away yet as it still rested safely in his pocket.
But that was a while ago. Almost
UKUS 9The next morning Arthur groaned, his headache throbbing again and his palm pressed against his sticky forehead. He could feel sweat blanket his bare body as he laid there, and his green eyes blinked in confusion.
"What the bloody " He moaned, sitting up and looked at his naked form before him. Why was he so hot right now? It wasn't even sunny out. Upon inspection, he found strange places on his normally pale form that had round, red circles. He moved his hand and touched some of the dots curiously, soon finding there were quite a few on his neck as well.
"What are these "
He lost his thought when he heard a low grunt, and looked over at the bare American beside him, face shoved in the pillow he held so tightly. Suddenly, he felt his face burn, the sun nothing to the warmth in his red face.
"America! Get up, you stupid git!" He shrieked, hitting the other on the head. He watched the American jult and grab onto his shoulders worriedly.
"England, what's wrong, dude!" The man cri
UKUS 14"Al, Arthur is waiting for you!" Feliciano urged, attempting to help the American off the bench only to be pushed away.
"Feli, can't you see I'm over him?" Alfred grumbled, turning over so he was facing away from the other two nations.
"I don't think that's true." Italy replied, ignoring Germany who tried to stop him. "Just because you had a fight doesn't mean you have to give up on him. Look at Germany and me, look at our history together. Even after all that we're together still today."
Alfred just huffed stubbornly. "Arthur doesn't want any part of me."
"That a lie, Alfred. He's waiting for you."
Not saying anything, the American sat up. His form was slow and limp. "Why are you making it so hard to leave him?"
"I don't think it's me doing that, Alfred." Italy answered. "I think it's just your heart."
America chuckled, running a sweaty hand through his dirty hair. "That was so cheesy." He laughed, shaking his head.
"Maybe, but it worked, didn't it?" Italy patted the other's back as h
UKUS 10After the meeting, Italy and America were together again, notebooks and pens for planning out once again.
"It was a great idea for you to plan the party on the first day of spring, America!" The excited Italian clapped happily. "But it's only a week away! We should start working hard!"
The two nodded confidently and ran out of the room to who knew where.
Germany crossed his stiff arms. "I wish he'd be that enthusiastic over training." He grumbled and looked over at the Brit standing beside him. "You're really going to let them decorate your house?"
"It's just the front room." England muttered in return, not wanting to dread the worst more than he already was. But, his expression softened and he looked up at the taller man. "Here, how about we go get something to drink? I mean, something none alcoholic?"
The German smiled. "Ja."
Still, days passed and no matter how much anyone asked neither America nor Italy would share their plans with anyone, even th
UKUS 5"Mein Gott " Germany muttered softly as the American slowly pulled away from the flustered Brit though kept a tight grip around his waist. He then put the British man into his reserved chair and sat beside him, keeping his right hand in the older nation's left.
"Well?" America asked, unaffected by the shocked stares. Some filled with pure surprise while others gave off a "I'm so happy for you", "Finally! I knew it!" or a "Inner fan-girl squeal" like of expression. "Are we not going to get this world meeting started?"
Germany nodded, coughing to get attention back on him though now his own, light blue eyes would run over to Italy beside him. Romano would growl every time this happened and Spain eventually wrapped an arm around is smaller partner.
After the meeting had finally finished a few hours later, America only having let go of Britain's hand when he was giving one of his heroic speeches or jumping around as he gave a suggestion, the normal American routine. After it was done,
Hetalia Fanfiction: Plot TwistI looked around the World Meeting table as Gilbert stroked me. Of course I would tell him to stop but this time I just shrugged it off.
Alfred and Arthur were fighting. They're obviously gay lovers. I ship them so much.
I looked over at Ludwig and Feliciano. I ship them too. Feliciano was playing with Ludwigs hand.
I heard someone yell. It was Romano. Antonio brought in a turtle again. Romano was yelling at him about it. I ship them too.
I noticed Alfred kiss Arthur. Everyone gasped, except me. OTP moment.
I have a ship wall. They're on it. So is Berwald and Tino. And every other ship. I regret nothing.
I even ship me and Gilbert. I love him. I would say something, but I can't. I wish I could, but sadly...
I am a potato.
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