Hetalia One-Shots

USUK - Pets

A/N

So whilst my updates are few are far between, I am actually writing more again nowadays, so when I finish some fanfics I may upload them. Having said this, here is another USUK fic (I really like aph England he's amazing). Enjoy.

"You've got to be kidding me." Arthur shook his head at Alfred, "we cannot have a dragon as a pet."

"Aww come on Artie, I've always wanted a pet," Alfred begged. Curled tightly underneath his right arm was a sleeping, sparkling red dragon, still rather small, likely quite young. Arthur had no doubts that it would grow up to be unmanageably large when it was older.

"We cannot have a dragon as a pet," Arthur repeated, sighing deeply. It seemed like at least once a week Alfred suggested something that was completely undoable, but this was the first time he'd actually gone out and done something as stupid as find a young dragon.

The dragon in Alfred arms curled tighter still, prompting him to squeal internally at the adorableness. Surely Arthur could see how sweet and adorable this dragon was. Alfred turned to reply to Arthur, "why not? It's cute."

"It's a dragon."

"So?"

Arthur held back another sigh. "Alfred, this thing will likely either kill us now, or grow to be huge and then kill us. And it's not house trained."

"I can train it!" Alfred clung tighter to the young dragon, who still slept peacefully on, unaware of the current argument taking place. "And it won't kill us now, it's too young, and when it's older it'll be trained!" A surge of excitement shot through Alfred at the prospect of training the dragon.

Shaking his head, Arthur looked at the small, red dragon. "Where did you even find it anyway?" He couldn't even begin to think of how Alfred even managed to find the dragon, yet alone get it back to their house without either person or dragon getting injured.

"It was struggling in the nearby river whilst I was taking a walk. I couldn't just leave it to drown or freeze, so I pulled it out and kept it warm and dry. After a while, it just fell asleep. I think it's a female, I'm gonna name it Fluffy."

"You can't- you can't name it Fluffy. You can't keep it at all. It's a dragon Alfred, it's a wild animal. Whilst it was kind of you to rescue it, you cannot seriously expect me to be ok with keeping a dragon in our house. Firstly, it'll get the place messy and secondly, we have lots of burnable materials in there. I don't want to come home one day to the house on fire." Arthur was running out of patience; however, he wasn't angry, merely exasperated. Truthfully, Arthur would have loved to keep the dragon, and in the old days he likely would have. Now, though, he could see more clearly all the issues that would come with having a fire-breathing reptile in their home. "If you really want a pet, can you pick something that's not likely to cause damage to person or property?"

Alfred gently set the young creature down on the bench outside their house before turning back to Arthur. He took a few steps forwards until Arthur was easily within touching distance, leaning down and looking into emerald eyes that shone back at him, still sparkling despite being tired and fed up of this conversation. Arthur stared back at Alfred, half curious what his next action would be, and half wanting to back away and stand his ground. He would rather not have a dragon burn their house down.

Quickly peering back at the dragon to find it still asleep, Alfred turned his full attention to Arthur. He would make Arthur see how amazing it would be to keep this dragon even if it killed him.

Arthur was starting to waver under Alfred's gaze. He couldn't give in, he kept telling himself, he would not give in. Yet as Alfred reached his arms forwards and around Arthur's lithe body, he could feel his resolve weakening. As someone who was particularly inclined towards magical creatures, Arthur really did want to keep the dragon, something in his heart wanted to keep that dragon. He turned his eyes towards the ground, his body flush against Alfred's who nuzzled into Arthur's soft, messy hair.

Alfred sighed internally. Apparently, it would take more to convince his Artie. Lifting one hand to Arthur's chin, he tilted Arthur's head upwards, facing Alfred straight on. Leaning in a little, Alfred waited to see Arthur's next move.

Arthur knew at that moment that he had lost. Seeing Alfred's hopeful gaze coupled with the obvious offering of a kiss which would be sure to change his mind about the situation no matter what he did made Arthur realize that Alfred had won. Releasing the breath Arthur hadn't noticed he'd been holding, he closed the gap between his and Alfred's lips. Leaning more into Alfred's body, Arthur deepened the kiss, much to Alfred's delight. Pulling away slowly, Arthur looked back into Alfred's eyes.

"Ok, fine, I yield. You can keep the dragon. However, you are in charge of looking after it and if anything gets damaged, I expect you to fix it, ok?"

"Yay! Thanks Artie, I love you so much!"

"I love you too, you dork. But I mean what I said, the dragon's behavior reflects on you, so you'd better train it well."

"Just you wait Art. This is gonna be the most well-trained dragon you've ever seen."

Scooping the now waking dragon up in his arms, Alfred ran off towards their home. Arthur shook his head, quietly mumbling to himself, "why do I love that idiot so much?" He smiled despite himself. "He really is one of a kind, how did my life end up like this?"