Hetalia Fluff One-Shots

Uk x fem! Us

Here is part one, and I am very sorry if they seem OOC to anyone. I try my best, but sometimes it doesn't come out as well as I wish it would.

Human names are used.

BTW, this will be updated sporadically since I'll probably make it a way to get rid of writer's block. If I'm not updating this, or the other that I have, then I probably have WB for both.

Don't you just hate that? XD

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

{Good music for this chapter ( I'll do this when I can): "Unwell" by Matchbox 20.}

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Arthur leaned back against the railing, sighing at the dark sky sprawled above the balcony, and then stood up straight once more.

"So typical for Amelia to host the party," he thought, walking back through the large room, and into the American's spacious kitchen.

"Bonjour, mon ami; how are you tonight?" He heard a lilting, accented laugh come from the door.

Arthur sighed, "What are you getting at? Can't I have just one night where I can have some peace from the frog infestation that seems to haunt me?" He asked, rolling his eyes sarcastically at the approaching frenchman.

"Oh, no! I am not haunting you; you have to realize that! All I want is the companionship of my favourite... hm... rival, lets say," Francis replied blithely, putting a hand on the Brit's shoulder.

Arthur narrowed his eyes towards his "rival", "What do you want, frog?"

Francis shook his head in amusement, then laughed, "Oh, just a game I would appreciate that you'd try," he said finally, steering Arthur away from the tea he was trying to prepare, and then whispered into his ear, "I know that there is a certain girl you "fancy", as you Black sheep of Europe say it."

"I don't want to play your perverse games-s-!"

Francis smirked as he started roughly tugging a sputtering Arthur into the living room.

"Bloody-what the he- FROG! Let me go this instant or so help me-!" Francis was eventually able to tug the struggling man over to the rest of his trio, and they grabbed arms and legs to restrain him, and when Antonio opened a door, and the other two threw him in.

"See you in an hour, mon ami!~" Francis said as the door was slammed in Arthur's face, and a muffled "ke-se-se" was heard behind the door.

Arthur grumbled out curses as he stood up, and he tried to open what he now realized to be a closet door.

"D--- perverted frog... locking me in a closet..." he muttered when he found that the door handle wouldn't turn.

"Iggy? Is that you? Hey! I didn't know they put you in here too!" Came a higher pitched, eccentric voice from behind him.

Arthur turned around with a groan, "Why do I have to be stuck in here with Amelia? Why couldn't it have been *Mika?" He thought.

"Dude you okay? You seem a little worn out," Amelia bounded over to Arthur, having only to take a few strides to get across the walk-in closet.

"I'm fine! Just... apparently we have to wait an hour to get out of here," Arthur started, waving Amelia off, "Why don't you find a board game and play it? This is your closet; find something to do!"

Amelia cocked an eyebrow, "Well, okei-dokey. But, can you play with me? Please?" Amelia pleaded, clutching onto the taller's shirt.

Arthur sighed, "I guess there's nothing really to do now, so I guess I can play some of that naval game or one of those money games with you," he replied, running a hand through his unruly hair as he sat down.