Hetalia - UsUk - Drunken Haze Part 2

"You're welcome. Do you need help getting inside, dude? Or some coffee, or something?" Alfred asked.
"I can open the door myself," Arthur said and ran into the wall right next to the door. "The hell-!? I swear the door was right here!" Arthur said.
Alfred grabbed the shocked Brit and helped him stand back up. Arthur was drunk off his ass, or arse as he would say it.
“What are you smiling at, git!” Arthur snapped. Alfred stifled a laugh, “Nothing. Let me help you inside.” Alfred said.
“Fine,” Arthur grumbled. They stumbled into the house and Alfred switched the light on, since Arthur was obviously incapable of doing so. Alfred helped Arthur to the couch.
“I got it, git!” Arthur shouted. Alfred laughed.
 Arthur glanced at him and sighed. He started laughing too, although he wasn’t sure what at. He was too drunk to even know what was happening.
“I’ll make you some coffee, dude.” Alfred said, going into the kitchen. Arthur sat on the couch looking around his house as if he was a guest. Alfred came in with a hot cup of coffee and gave it to Arthur.
“Ugh! This tastes like shit!” Arthur said, spitting it out.
“It’s black coffee, supposed to help with drunkness.” Alfred said, clearly unamused. He sat on the couch next to Arthur, not wanting to leave him alone. You never know what Arthur would do if he was alone and drunk, probably get another ale out. Arthur took another sip, this time he didn’t spit it out. He smiled slightly and looked at Alfred.
“Thanks,” He said. Alfred smiled and yawned. He was a bit tired. He looked at Arthur’s clock on the wall. It was 11:30 pm.
“How are you feeling?” Alfred asked. Arthur looked up at the American. Why was he concerned? Arthur smiled. “Better, although I have a killer headache.” He said.
Alfred stood up. “Where do you keep your aspirin? I could get you some.” Alfred said.
“Medicine cabinet in the loo.” Arthur said, forgetting that Alfred would have no idea what a loo was. Using his sexy smarts, Alfred figured that a loo was a fancy term for bathroom. He went to Arthur’s bathroom and grabbed the bottle. He went back to the living room to find Arthur smiling at him. He handed Arthur the bottle.
Arthur smiled again and grabbed two pills from the bottle. “Thanks, you’re very kind, Alfred.” He said as he swallowed them. Alfred smiled and sat next to Arthur, “Thanks,” He said blushing.
Arthur sent the smile back to him “You’re welcome,” he said. Alfred looked at his hands, deep in thought. He was trying to remember the good times with Arthur. But only a few popped in his head.
Arthur stretched and rested his arm on the back of the couch. “Something wrong, Alfred?” Arthur asked.
Alfred shook his head. “N-no,” Alfred said quietly. Arthur wasn’t very convinced, but he said “Ok,” anyways. Alfred yawned and leaned into Arthur.
“I’m just a little tired.” Alfred admitted quietly. Arthur said nothing, but wrapped his arm around the American. Alfred blushed and snuggled deeper into Arthur, trying to remember his smell. Soon the American was fast asleep, snuggled close to the bushy eyebrowed Brit.
Arthur glanced at Alfred and muttered to himself. “He’s so adorable…” He smiled and slowly fell asleep as well.
~
"Here Alfred, I made some scones." Arthur said as he walks into the living room. Alfred  ran up to him and smiled. "Thanks, Artie!" he said. Alfred wrapped his arms around Arthur’s legs and took one of the scones. He  took a bite and swallowed, Alfred looked up at him and smiled. 
"Do you like it?" Arthur asked. Alfred nodded and Arthur’s smile grew wider.
"I told that frog my cooking wasn't bad." Arthur said and walked into the kitchen to get some tea. When he did, Alfred ran to the window. He looked at the horrible-tasting scone in his hand. He ripped it in half and threw the other in the bushes. Alfred turned around and saw Arthur looking at him.
"Yo-you don't like it?" He asked.
"N-No I do, but I-I thought the birds would want some!" Alfred said, lying to make him happy.
"Stop lying, Alfred. I know they suck." Arthur said. He eyes became watery and he sat on the ground, leaning against the couch. Alfred crawled up to him. He hated to see Arthur cry. Alfred hugged him and sat in his lap. His sobs began to stop and he held Alfred close to him.
"Please don't leave me Alfred." He said.
~
The Brit woke up from his dream. He was surprised to find himself tangled with Alfred. The American started talking in his sleep.
“I will never leave you, Artie,” He said. The Brit was surprised. Where did that come from? Were they sharing the same dream? Arthur brushed the thought from his mind and fell asleep again. Hoping that he wouldn’t have the same dream again.
~
Alfred was standing before Arthur. He was so confident, so great. He was a hero. Something that Alfred desperately wanted. But now as his hero crumbled before him he was beginning to think otherwise.
“You were once so great…” Alfred said, his fists starting to clench. The pouring rain around them made the situation worse. It made it into a horrible memory that they wouldn’t forget for as long as they lived.
“Al-Alfred, I’m so sorry.” Arthur said between sobs.
~
Alfred woke up to the nightmare. At first he was wondering why he was dug into Arthur, but then instantly remembered Arthur’s drunken state from the night before. Alfred shifted and looked at Arthur.

OMG THE FEELS!!!!

Hetalia- UsUk - Drunken Haze Part 1

"Hey, dude!" Alfred said running up to Arthur. Arthur sighed, he wasn't in the mood to be bugged.
"Hello," Arthur said when Alfred reached up to him. 
"Horror movie, tonight, my place." Alfred said.
Arthur sighed, he had nothing better to do. "Except go drinking by myself again and get smashed." Arthur said quietly to himself
"Ok, let's go!" Alfred said.
"Wait what?" Arthur asked, a little confused.
"Drinking, let's go drinking," Alfred said, looking pumped.
"What?! You'd go drinking with me even if I got unnaturally drunk? My faeries know how drunk I can get." Arthur asked, surprised the young nation really wanted to.
"Yeah, dude! I don't want you to get drunk and sleep on the sidewalk! Besides maybe I might see your faeries." Alfred said. He winked and Arthur almost gagged, although he felt happy at the comment.
Arthur sighed and looked at the ground, "This is probably why I only go drinking with Francis." He muttered.
Alfred laughed. "Come on, man! I was kidding! Besides, Francis would take advantage of you when you're drunk." He said.
Arthur laughed a bit, what was he doing?
"Like he hasn't before. Fine, fine, we'll go drinking." Arthur gave in.
"YES!" Alfred said, fist pumping into the air. Arthur sighed and rolled his eyes.
"So-uh. You can pick the bar. I don't know any good ones in your country." Alfred said.
Arthur nodded and a bar instantly came to his mind. "We'll go to my favorite place! The Embassary Bar! Come on!" Arthur said, grabbing Alfred and dragging him to the pub.
Alfred stumbled. Wow he's very excited. Alfred thought and laughed, following Arthur into the bar. It was almost empty. A few lights were on at the bar and the bartender greeted them with a hearty hello.
They both sat down and Arthur smiled at Alfred. "Let's have a good time." He said. Alfred nodded.
"What'll it be, Arthur?" The bartender asked.
"The usual." He said. The bartender came back with two beers. and Arthur started to guzzle his down. Alfred took little sips, not wanting to get drunk.
When Arthur finishes his first he orders another. "So -hic- How's you're country, Alfred?" He asked. Alfred took a sip. What should he say? Confess that he was having major money problems? Nah, better to lie.
"Good, I guess. How 'bout you?" He asked.
"Eh, money comes and goes here and there, I could be broke," He finished his second drink and asks for a third. His words start to slur. "But I'm not." He said with a smile.
Alfred chuckled. "Lucky you." He said. Alfred looked at Arthur who had a wide grin on his face. The last time he'd seen Arthur drunk was when he was questioning whether he was Catholic or Protestant.
"By the way...I think you should slow down." Alfred says as he takes note that Arthur just received his 4th glass.
He laughs a little. "Eh, why?" He gulps down the 4th drink like it was nothing. "I'm hazing -hic- so much fuuunn!" he said, majorly slurring his words. He rested his chin on his hand. Alfred sighed. The last time Arthur put his chin on his hand was to try and flirt with Bella, (which didn't work). 
Alfred laughed a little. "Me, too. But you're starting to get that look in your eyes." Alfred said.
Arthur looked confused. "What look?" He smiled "I don't know what you're talking about."
Alfred took another swig of his beer. He looked into the half empty glass.
"That look you get when you're drunk." Alfred sighed.
"I DON'T HAVE THAT LOOK WHEN I'M DRUNK! IT'S JUST ME!" Arthur yelled.
 Alfred wasn't really sure what that meant. So he just laughed and said "Sure you don't."
He glanced at Arthur again, his chin was still on his hand.
"By the way, why is your chin on your hand? I've only seen you do that when you were trying (and failing) to flirt with Bella." Alfred said laughing.
Arthur gave him a blank look. "...I'm not flirting..." He said.
"I know! But I've only seen you do that when trying to flirt with Belgium." Alfred said.
"Eh..." Arthur started. He decided not to finish that statement. He sat up and wrapped his hands around his drink and looks away from Alfred. Instead he focuses on the whiskey inside his glass. Alfred looked at Arthur.
"What?" He asked.
"It's nothing, maybe I've been drinking too much." Arthur said. He finished off his 5th drink and moved on to his 6th. Alfred placed a hand on Arthur's, so he would stop drinking. 
"Then, maybe you should stop. And maybe you should tell me, because I know it's not nothing." Alfred said.
Arthur looked at Alfred's hand. "Yah. Guezz zo." He sighed and started muttering about his faeries.
"Here, I'll help you get home." Alfred said. He left a tip for the bartender and helped Arthur down.
"Eh..fine." Arthur said and stumbled down, despite Alfred's help. Alfred helped him out to the car. "Sit in the passenger's seat." Alfred said. 
He grumbled a whatever and buckled himself up (surprisingly). Alfred climbed into the driver's seat. "Wait, didn't you drink to? Why are you driving?" Arthur asked.
"If you hadn't noticed, I only had one. And like Francis, I have a high tolerance." Alfred said.
"Oh." Arthur replied 
Alfred drove away from the curb and turned the radio on. He changed it to a song that he thought Arthur would like. "Teenage Wasteland" by The Who.
"Is this good?" Alfred asked.
Arthur nodded and looked out the window. Alfred was a bit concerned. He sent a side-ways glance at the Englishman.
Arthur caught his glance. "Hmm? What is it?" He asked and rubbed Alfred's head. Alfred started to blush and laughed a little. "Ehh- Nothing." He said smiling.
"I know there's something going on underneath that tan hair of yours, Alfred." He said messing up his hair and smiling. Alfred majorly blushed and smiled. For some reason that sentence warmed his heart.
"Arthur please, I'm trying to focus." he said. "Okay, okay." Arthur said, smiling and laughing.
The rest of the car ride was quiet, except for Arthur's drunk singing, which Alfred thought was cute, but he didn't mention that.
Alfred pulled up to Arthur's house and helped him out of the car.
"H-hey, thanks for getting a drink with me." Arthur said. He hugged Alfred tightly. At first Alfred was shocked, then he gave into the hug. 

Hetalia - UsUk - Scones

Hetalia - UsUk Scones

Ok so this is a short story in Alfred's POV, it starts off in a meeting and then goes into one of Alfred's memories which is when he was young, enjoy!

I looked at Arthur from across the table. For some reason I longed for the moments when he made me scones, like when I was little. I always hated them, but I never wanted him to know, so I would toss the out in the bushes when he wasn't looking.
"Here Alfred, I made some scones." Arthur said, walking into the living room. I ran up to him and smiled. "Thanks, Artie!" I would say. I wrapped my arms around his legs and took one of the scones. I took a bite and sollowed, I looked up at him and smiled. 
"Do you like it?" He asked. I nodded and his smile grew wider. "I told that frog my cooking wasn't bad." Arthur said and walked into the kitchen to get some tea. When he did, I ran to the window. I looked at the horrible-tasting scone in my hand. I ripped it in half and threw the other in the bushes. I turned around and saw Arthur looking at me.
"Yo-you don't like it?" He asked.
"N-No I do, but I-I thought the birds would want some!" I said, lying to make him happy.
"Stop lying, Alfred. I know they suck." Arthur said. He eyes became watery and he sat on the ground, leaning against the couch. I crawled up to him. I hated to see Arthur cry. I hugged him and sat in his lap. His sobs began to stop and he held me close to him.
"Please don't leave me Alfred." He said.
Arthur noticed me looking his way. He gave me a smile and mouthed "Pay attention, git" 
I smiled back and looked up at Ludwig, who was running the meeting.
"I will never leave you Artie" 
Oh how that was a big lie.

Hetalia UsUk poem

So I wanted to add some of my UsUk poems Enjoy!

This one is the Arthur's POV 

Fall in love

                  Then falling out

                Happy to be with you

                                   Depressing to be with you

                     Never wanting you to die

                                                  Wishing you would drop dead. Now.

                 Calling you Al and Alfie

                                  Simply calling you Alfred

                            Wanting to get a drink with you

                                                Afraid to spill true feeling for you

                        Wishing you were a kid again

                                         Not wanting to revisit the past

                                          Smiling when you discover something new

                                                                         Looking at you now and wondering where I went wrong

                                                         Before you had your glasses, you eyes would gleam

                                                   Can I? can I take off your glasses?

                                          Holding you tightly during Thunderstorms

                                                                              Sitting alone wondering if you're alright as thunder cracks overhead

                      Seeing your smile everyday

                                                                              Hoping you will look up at me during a meeting and smile at me

                     I will be with your forever

                                             Where the hell did I go wrong?

~Arthur Kirkland

"I-I can't do this anymore....might as well throw it out"