Next Year - A Hetalia USUK Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter 4: Broken Heart

I'm back again, you guys! Ready to keep going with the Prussia-level-awesome story?! YEAH I KNOW YOU ARE! (Prussia needs to stop rubbing off on me) Anyway, thank you to all my wonderful readers who have stuck through with this (Though it still isn't many ToT I need more readers ToT) so ignore my crying and let's continue on with the story (still second year). If you watch Free! then tell me if you are on the side of Makoharu or Rinharu (I'm all for Makoharu)

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"All right! Chaser!" Arthur saw Alfred cheer on the other side of the dining hall where he was holding up a letter.

Arthur had also gotten a letter, but hadn't opened it up yet. But since Alfred had opened his, he decided that he should do so as well. Shelly was right next to (and I mean RIGHT next to) him, batting her eyes and smiling all too much. He just pretended to look flattered and continued on opening the letter. "Congratulations, Arthur Kirkland! You have been accepted on the Quidditch team and have placed yourself the spot of Seeker!" it read.

Seeker? What? I didn't even try out for Seeker! Arthur thought in his head with a panicked look on his face.

"Oh wow! Fabulous job, Artie!" Shelly side-hugged him way tighter than he would have prefered. Her arms were completely wrapped around his body and her head rested on his shoulder. Arthur just rolled his eyes and said, "I thought I told you not to call me that." (Omg Arthur, you cutie! You just pulled a Haru right there!) "Why'd I get Seeker? I tried out for Keeper! Plus I'm super clumsy on my broomstick. I didn't even expect to be accepted as a member of the team at all!"

"Maybe they saw lots of potential in you. I know I do," Shelly flirted and didn't let Arthur out of her embrace. When she did, she brushed some of his hair out of his eyes. He just breathed and tried to calm himself so that he wouldn't just have to punch her. If I just wait and 'except it' for a little while longer, then whenever I reject her, it'll break her heart and she won't want anything to do with me ever again. I'm a good actor anyway. I can lie really well.

It was mean, he admitted, but he figured it was the only way he was going to get her away from him.

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Alfred glanced back at Arthur only to see Shelly with her arms wrapped around him and fingers pushing his blond hair out of the way of his vivid green eyes. Alfred tried to look away, but couldn't bring himself to do it. And Arthur was smiling at her. Smiling at her. Smiling. Her. While she was flirting with him. Soon the two pressed noses and they laughed.

They were hardly inches from each other and they were holding hands. Arthur closed his eyes and soon their foreheads were up against each other. Shelly looked completely elated that her crush had finally 'opened up to her'.

Once they had left the dining hall, his two other best friends holding hands, Alfred feigned illness and headed back to the Gryffindor. Actually, he was feeling quite sick after what he had just witnessed. He took one last glance at the two as Arthur kneeled down and kissed her hand gracefully. Now he was sure he would throw up.

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Shelly was the happiest girl in the world. Her crush, it seemed, was finally showing her the love she wanted. They sat outside on a bench across the way from where they'd usually, whispering things inside each other's ear.

"Shelly," whispered Arthur, "Your hair. It- it's beautiful. Just like everything else about you," Arthur was the master at this kind of stuff. He could make up any kind of lie and he'd make you believe it. He could trick anyone into thinking anything. In this case, he had it in the bag. He would flatter her, do anything he could to make her trust him. And if worse came to worse, he might even have to kiss her. But he held his breath and hoped not. He would deceive her so much that she'd truly believe that he loved her, then he'd turn his back and leave her heartbroken. Cruel, but necessary in his mind.