Hetalia Drabbles - Crossover One Shots

Childhood neighbours AU - USUK

"Hey! Hello!"
Arthur looked up. He'd heard a voice, he knew he had. Where was it coming from?
"Hey! You! Over here!" There was a little dirty-blonde boy peeking over the fence of Arthur's backyard. He looked tiny, and definitely wasn't supposed to be on the fence.

"Who are you and what are you doing?" Arthur called out. This kid should still be in a cradle, not hanging off of a fence five feet off the ground!
"I'm Alfred! Alfred Fredrick Jones! I wanted to talk to ya!" The kid shouted. He still had that childlike lisp, where he couldn't pronounce the "Fr" sounds in his own name. He couldn't be older than five.
"Get down from there! You'll hurt yourself and then your mummy will get all mad!" Arthur shouted back at him. Maybe the kid was hard of hearing, and that's why he was screaming so loudly.
"No I won't! I'm standin' on my new treehouse so I can look over the fence! What's your name?"

Now that Arthur knew the kid was in no immediate danger, he felt less concerned and more agitated. "I'm Arthur Kirkland. And you should stop looking over my fence. It's trespassing, you know. I could tell my mum and get you in a whole lotta' trouble."
"How old are ya? I'm six years old!" Alfred Fredrick Jones screamed again, completely ignoring Arthur's warnings. This kid was really getting on his nerves.
"I'm eight. Compared to me, you're a baby." Arthur sneered. "Eight year olds don't hang out with babies."

"I'm not a baby! I can tie my shoes, and sing the alphabet, and count to fifty!Babies can't do that!" Alfred shot back. Arthur chuckled a little. Alfred Fredrick Jones was annoying, but a bit funny, even if unintentionally.
"Well, I can tie my shoes, sing the alphabet, count to one hundred and fifty, and ride my bike without training wheels. So, I guess I win." Arthur turned to look at the kid. Alfred seemed confused on how to respond. He crossed his arms, then sat back on his treehouse, so Arthur could only see the top of his wild blonde head, with a tiny cowlick of hair sticking up vertically at the front.
After a few minutes, Alfred popped back up over the fence.
"If I learn to count to a hundred an' fifty, an' learn how to ride my bike without trainin' wheels, then can I talk to ya?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess." Arthur shrugged. He kind of didn't want the kid to leave. He thought for a second. "I'll make ya a deal. If you learn how to count to at least one hundred, I'll teach you how to ride your bike. Okay?"
Alfred's little blue eyes lit up with excitement. "Okay! I'll learn to count to a hundred and come back tomorrow!" He shouted. "I'll see ya later, Artie!" Alfred dipped out from behind the fence.
"Hey!" Arthur shouted. Alfred popped back up.
"Ya?"
"Don't call me Artie. I'm Arthur, got it?"
Alfred laughed. "You get all red in tha' face when you're angry!" He disappeared from Arthur's view again, and Arthur just heard his little voice yell from the other side of the fence.
"I'll see ya tomorrow, Artie!"

"Who were you talking to, Arthur?" Arthur's mother asked as her youngest son came in from the backyard.
"A little kid. He said his name was Alfred Fredrick Jones, and he's six. I think he's our neighbour."
Arthur's mother nodded. "A Jones boy. I think the Joneses have two, a six year old and a three year old. You must have met the older one then." She put down her magazine and sat up on the couch, looking at Arthur. "Is he nice?"
Arthur shrugged. "He could be more polite. I told him to get off the fence and he ignored me. I also told him to not call me any stupid nicknames, and he ignored that too. He screamed a lot. Maybe he's deaf."
"He's not deaf, Arthur. He's just a little six year old boy. They're all loud and ignorant at that age." Arthur's mother said, as Arthur's two oldest brothers; Sean, 15, and Alistor, 13, barged through the front door and locked it. They could hear banging on the other side. It was pretty obvious that Dylan, the third oldest at 11, was locked on the other side.
"You assholes, let me in!" Dylan shouted. Arthur's mother sighed.
"On second thought, I guess they never really quiet down." She got up and unlocked the door. "Dylan, where did you learn such filthy language?"
Alistor pointed at Sean, who pointed at Alistor. She sighed.

~~~~~

"Happy Birthday dear Alfred, Happy Birthday to you!" His family and friends sang. Alfred made his wish, then blew out the candles.
"How's it feel to be 18, Al?" Arthur laughed. "You're an official adult!"
"Yeah." Alfred chuckled as he started to take the cake to cut it. "I'm finally starting to catch up to you!" They both laughed. Matthew sighed. "You make that joke every year, Alfred."

Arthur and Alfred laid on Alfred's queen sized bed in his new apartment, a bed that was much too big for one person, in Arthur's opinion. He assumed Alfred thought the same, as he'd had Arthur sleep over ever since he got it.
Arthur didn't mind at all. Alfred's bed was comfortable, warm, and most importantly, Alfred gave really nice sleep cuddles.
"Do you remember when we met?"
Arthur looked at him. He remembered it clear as day. "You jumped over my fence and yelled at me until I talked to you."
Alfred laughed. "Yeah! I remember moving into that house after Mattie was born. I'd been sitting on that treehouse watching you for about a year before I had enough courage to talk to you."
"What? How had I never seen you?" Arthur screeched. Alfred wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist and pulled him down onto his chest. "I was good at hide and seek as a kid. You just weren't seeking hard enough."
"Remember when I tried to teach you how to ride your bike? That was a day I'll never forget."
"Neither will I. I broke my arm in three places that day."
"I felt so bad about that."
"I didn't really mind. You hung out with me, that was the desired outcome." The young man smiled at him. Arthur gently kissed him on the forehead.
"Happy Birthday love."
"Thanks darlin'."

This is my apology for only have written 200 words of TMItalia this week and is probably why I'll end up missing the update this Saturday oops