Arthur Kirkland's Problem

Chapter 19:

Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya, not me. I own nothing except the story (and I'm aware of the fact that it sucks.).

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        When Arthur and Alfred got back, their 2ps were in the living room, fully dressed. Thankfully. Allen looked up, but Oliver stared at the floor as if it were the most interesting thing on the planet. "What took you so long?" Allen asked, eyes narrowed.

        "None ya'."

        "What?"

        "None. Of. Your. Buisness." Alfred clarified venomously.

        "..Why...?" Arthur began, but dropped off due to the awkwardness of the question.

        Oliver gave no answer, a light blush brushing his cheeks. Allen didn't seem to want to answer, either. They slowly looked at each other, then looked away. Oliver spoke first. "...W-well... You s-see, we were in... A... Room t-togeth-ther... And neither o-of us knew how we got there, so.... One thing turned into another.... And we just...."

        "That's like asking someone why they didn't turn in their homework- it's because they felt like it." Allen said.

        I could see the irkmarks growing on 1p!America's head. "So why didn't you do it when we weren't in the house?"

        "Heheh.... Because we didn't want to wait that long?" Allen tried.

        "You bastard!" America picked the closest thing he could reach and threw it at his 'brother'. You can imagine his surprise when he saw Oliver ram into Allen, knocking him over. Seconds later, two knives hit the wall, right where Allen had been.

        "Wha...?" Arthur asked.

        "I was sharpening knives before you came in... I shouldn't have left them there... Oh, Allen! So sorry, are you alright?" Oliver jumped up off of Allen and tried to help him up. When he finally did succeed, Allen was a little pissed.

        "What the Hell, Alfred? Are you so stupid you didn't notice the fact that you were throwing knives?" he yelled.

        "Maybe I wanted to throw them at you."

        "That was the worst lie I have ever heard! Idiot, I know when you lie! Everyone does! It vibes off of you!"

        "Brother, dear, should we really be talking? If we were to fight with our fists, I think that that'd be a much better option."

        "You think? Wow! It's a miracle, Oliver! He can think! He's almost a real boy!"

        Alfred smirked, a dark aura surrounding him. "You're avoiding the real answer. Maybe because you know that you'd lose?"

         "Ha! No- I could beat you anyday!"

        "How about today? Right here, right now."

        "Done-"

        "Not so fast!" Oliver stood inbetween them, hands out-stretched. "Take this to the backyard! I don't want to spend thousands of dollars repairing what you two break!"

        Alfred and Allen all but ran into the backyard, Arthur and Oliver following them. The two Britains stood in the doorway, watching. Oliver pulled out a camera, and began video-taping it. "Black-mail." he clarified when Arthur gave him a strange look. They both knew who would win.

        "No weapons!" Oliver called out.

        1p!America and 2p!America stood there for a moment, then lunged at each other. It seemed to be a game of chicken, and 2p dodged just as they were about to collide. Unfortunitly (for Allen, since Alfred was loving it), 1p used this to his advantage and brought his knee up, jabbing his 2ps gut.

        Allen and Alfred backed away from each other, 2p needing a moment to catch his breath, 1p waiting for him to give up (and die, but then 1p would die, too. Darn.). Within two seconds, they were back fighting, 2p throwing kicks and 1p blocking them easily. He didn't fight back yet, though, and everyone knew that he was doing so out of amusement. He knew that he could win, hands-down. But this was funny.

        Allen attacked again, and was blocked again. He, being relatively smart, knew that he couldn't win just by attacking him head-on; his 1p was too strong for that. Stupid meat-eater. So he had come up with a plan, the one he had had since it was clear that there was going to be a fight.

        1p!America wouldn't wear out easily, and he was holding back, storing even more of his energy. But a few well-placed kicks would do just fine.

        Allen lunged again, hoping to make the naturally oblivious nation think that he was falling for his so-called 'plan'. Which consisted of wearing Allen out. 'Well, too bad, Alfred. I'm not stupid!'

        When Allen saw an opening, he quickly changed the direction of his kick- right into the place where the sun doesn't shine. And when 1p!America doubled over in pain, Allen elbowed him to the ground. Something he didn't take into consideration was that, as he was falling to the ground, Alfred shot a hand out and 'lightly' punched Allen's. (Read: It was lightly for 1p!America! Allthough it still hurt as much as Allen's kick did.. It's better than having it fall off because 1p!America used his full strength!)

        The two Britains stopped the video-tape when it was clear that neither of them was going to get up anytime soon. They looked at each other, not expecting it to have ended that way. Then, as Oliver put the camera away so the other countries didn't know that they had recorded it, Arthur gave him a look that said, 'Send me that video.'

        Oliver smirked, nodded, and went out to help Alfred's 'brother' up. Arthur decided to do the same. But with Alfred, not his 'brother'. And, insted of doing it gently, like Oliver did, Arthur kicked Alfred's seemingly dead body, which was face-down in the mud. "Get up, wanker."

        1p!America rolled over. His expression was one of pain. "That was cruel, Allen.."

        "Yeah?" 1p!Britain heard Allen ask, his voice obviously in a lot of pain. "Well I wouldn't have done it if I knew that you were going to do the same thing!"

        "Bastard!"

        "Oh, shut it." Arthur grumbled, pulling Alfred's arm over his shoulder.

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        As 1p!Britain lay in bed that night, replaying the day's event, a voice in his head suddenly spoke.

        'Is this what you've become?'

        Arthur sat up, looking around with wide eyes. "What?"

        'Wollowing in the past and then just forgetting eveything that people have done to you?' it sounded like... His voice. Except darker. More evil. Arthur had a bad feeling about this..