- New Boys - bully!BTT x loner!bullied!READER

- Side story - USUK - Let's hang out !

So sorry for the late update, guys =^= It was raining heavily in my country yesterday, so the wifi sucked >*<

Anyways, this is a fluffy extra-chapter of the 'Let's hang out!' series !

Enjoy~

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"Ow !What the...Alfred! What the bloody hell is w-" before the Brit can even finish his sentence, Alfred had already pulled him away from the others.

Alfred continued to get ahold of Arthur's wrist and led him to an unknown direction. In his mind was a void of feelings. Anger, jealousy, all piled up into one. The blue-eyed teen unconsciously tightened his grip, making Arthur whimper in pain.

"Alfred...you're hurting me..." Arthur said below a whisper, but the American caught it and released his wrist right away, anger replaced with guiltiness.

"I-I'm sorry, Arthur. I didn't mean to..." there was a purple mark on the Brit's skinny wrist, and Alfred felt guilt wash over him. He gently placed Arthur's small hand onto his own, and traced his finger over the bruise, making his crush wince.

"Damnit... Chance to get along and I already hurt him..." Alfred tore his eyes away from Arthur's wrist, and stopped at his eyes. The messy blonde's green eyes were glossy, like on the verge of tears. "Somehow, I always manage to hurt him in every way...Even though I love him so much..." the younger teen slowly pulled Arthur into a loving hug, feeling his own tears swelling up. "I'm the worst hero in the world..." a single tear dropped on the older teen's shoulder, and he instantly forgot about his pain.

Arthur's face was burning up, and he was about to push the American away, but when he felt a drop of liquid on his shoulder, his confusion was replaced by worry. "Alfred...?" he hesitantly wrapped his arm around the taller nation's broad back, occasionally rubbing small circles.

Soft sobs were heard on his neck, and Arthur was starting to really worry. "Alfred? Hey... it's alright. It didn't hurt that much..." no replies were heard, but instead Alfred nuzzled his tear-stained face into the crook of Arthur's neck, still sobbing faintly. Thank god they were in a obscure place, else this would've been really awkward.

They stood like that for a few more minutes, before Alfred regained his composure and pulled away to face Arthur, but not breaking the hug. "I'm sorry, Arthur...I...I always seem to hurt you...Physically and emotionally..." his baby-blue eyes were filled with sadness, and Arthur's heart ached at the scene.

Alfred gently raised his hand and wiped some tears away from Arthur's clear green eyes and pulled in for another hug. "I'm very sorry, England..." Arthur's eyes widened a bit. The sandy blonde-haired teen only use his country when he really mad or serious, which, in this case, is seriousness.

"It's alright, America. I know you didn't do that on purpose," Arthur said softly, his hands unconsciously running through the blue-eyed teen's hair. "So lighten up, you git! We're here to enjoy ourself, aren't we? You know I don't like amusement parks that much, so don't make my day any worse..." the Brit's face turned scarlet again, but relief washed away the worry in his mind when he felt Alfred smiling on his shoulder.

"Thanks, dude!" Alfred pulled back and smiled his dazzling smile, which made Arthur's heart flutter. "But hey," Alfred rubbed his neck bashfully. "Can I have, like, maybe, another hug?"

Arthur's head was about to explode at this point. His face was burning up, but he nodded without making eye contact with his crush.

The American was a little surprised to hear this. He was expecting something like 'no you bloody wanker' or some more British slang, but he was sure that he was grinning like an idiot right now, so he pulled Arthur in right away.