Fake (Hetalia: FrUkUs)

.13.

That weekend, on Saturday the secenth, I received a visitor.

"Al..." Arthur groaned while rolling over as someone pounder on the front door, "Go answer the door."

"Nnn..." I answered as I buried myself further into the blankets.

"Alfred." He shook my arm lightly.

"No," I turned away from him. He sighed, and I felt something place itself on my lower back. I realized too late what he was doing.

"Answer the ruddy door!" He scolded as he, quite literally, kicked me from the bed.

I landed on the floor with a loud thump and a whine.

"Artie, why?" I groaned, but he just rolled over as another series of banging sounded on the foor.

I rightness myself up, shooting the "sleeping" Brit a glare. I pulled on a sweater and my pajama pants before going to answer the door. I noted as I passed the clock hanging in the downstairs hall it was a quarter passed three in the morning. Who the hell was being this loud so early?

....

Who the hell was awake this early?!

I blinked heavily as I jerked the door open and a man with golden hair collapsed in the open door.

"Dad?"

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"You do know that if Mom was here, you'd be arrested."

It was now around four as I had ed my hungover Father mug of coffee.

"I know," He said as he took the drink, "but, I wanted to see you."

I let out a sharp huff as I dropped back on the couch with my arms crossed, as he was sitting across from me in the recliner. That used to be his recliner. Where he'd sit for every football game we watched together, every hockey match, and where he always took a nap after working overtime at his job, (or if mom made him help with the garden).

"Is that because you're drunk? Or because you actually wanted to see me?"

"I'm not drunk," My Father answered roughly.

"Yes, you are," I sighed.

"No, I'm not!" He raised his voice as he slammed the coffee mug on the table, spilling it's contents on the wood. I sighed as I stared at the mess, unaffected by his outburst.

"Yes, you are."

He breathed heavily for a moment before getting to his feet shakily. Be it from anger or his drunken stupor I wasn't sure; probably both.

"I should leave before your mother comes home," He muttered as he swayed to the front door. I got up to follow.

"No point," I told him, "She won't be home until January."

He paused and turned back with a shocked look in his eyes.

"But, your-"

"Should I call a cab?" I interrupted him.

"Alfred-"

"Yes?"

I looked up to meet his violet eyes. The same violet as Matties.

"I'll walk," He pulled his coat and shoes on, almost falling over in the process. He opened the door and I walked over to shut it behind him.

"I'll be there," He said as he stepped onto the front porch.

"Goodbye, Dad," I closed the door.

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"Who was that?" Arthur asked as I came back to the room and crawled into the bed, after removing my sweater.

"It was no one," I muttered as I wrapped him in my arms and tucked his head under my own.

"Just some drunk."

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"So," Arthur inquired the following morning, "what happened this morning? With the drunk man that is."

I looked around the restaurant as I picked at my food, and ignored his question, not actually eating it.

We had come to a small diner because I had forgotten to go shopping and currently had no food at my house. We were going shopping after breakfast.

"Alfred," He caught my attention again.

With a sigh I pushed my plate away, it's contents untouched. He raised an eyebrow curiously.

"It was my Dad," I said as I rested my chin on my hand, "He came by to see me."

"Really?" He said surprised. It was no secret my Dad had left my Mom and me two years ago. "Why did he come at three in the morning, then?"

I shrugged, "Like I said, he was drunk. Probably because bars closed up then." He nodded understandingly.

It was also no secret that my Father had become an alcoholic.

"What did he want?" Arthur asked hesitantly. Again, I shrugged.

"Who knows?"

'Who cares?'

He continued to eat for a few silent minutes before sighing.

"Al, you have to eat something," He said, pushing my plate back over to me. I barely spared it a glance and turned my gaze out the window. "Alfred," He said warningly. I turned my eyes to his, and was caught off guard as he held a fork with pancakes up to me.

I smirked, despite how I felt at the moment.

"Aren't you sweet?" I teased him and his face grew red.

"Just eat your food," He said, dropping the fork to the plate and then putting his head down as a few of the other patrons looked over at us.

I chuckled as the waitress came by.

"Is there anything else I can help you with today?" 

"No-"

"Yes," Arthur interrupted me, "May we please have a to-go box?" He motioned to my still full plate of food.

"Of course," She laid a black booklet on the table, "Just bring this up to the counter when you're ready." She disappeared to get a to-go container.

I turned my gaze back to Arthur, who wore a superior smirk.

"You're going to eat sometime today, Alfred."

"Bite me."

I saw him nip at me from the corner of my eye.

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So, the only reason I'm posting thid tonight id becaue I burned my hand today and this was in my drafts ro be posted thi weekend. But, I'll give it to you now, cuz the next chapter definitely won't be up until next week. I can't type very well right now...

Oh my gof, so maby typod

I'm do dorry

~Au revior

(Yay! I got onr right!)