Call it Whatever ~USUK Oneshot~

Call it Whatever

A/N - This is a short little USUK oneshot. I don't own Hetalia. I don't own it characters. I also don't own the art used for the cover. All mentioned before belongs to its rightful owners.

He came in every Saturday night around 9:30 and bought the same thing. A blue spun sugar and two lollipops. In all, $2.34. So often I had the price and time memorized.

I liked it when he came in. I got to hear the little shop bell jingle merrily as he waltzed through the door. He always smiled at me when he reached the counter, and dropped his extra change into the tip jar. He was very tall, and muscular too (which admittedly made me stare a little bit). Judging by the football jerseys he always wore, he was probably on the highschool football team.

He went to the same highschool as I did, and I was almost positive I saw him pass by a few times in the hall. If he saw me, then he never said anything. In all fairness though, I never greeted him either. Saturday evenings were the only times we ever saw each other.

Sometimes we'd have short conversations. He'd tell me about the game he just won the night before or I'd ask about his twin brother, who was in a few of my classes. His voice was kinda deep, and usually husky. He always sounded tired.

And even through exhaustion he always managed to crack that adorable little grin. He even laughed at my terrible jokes and pretended to be interested in what I said. And best of all, he addressed me by my name! Most customers ignored an employee's name tag, but he always said, "Well thanks again Arthur," before he left.

But for a guy so perfect, he had one terrible, overbearing flaw.

He called spun sugar, cotton candy.

It pissed me off to no end. He'd always say, "Can I get a blue cotton candy please?" Even though it specifically stated SPUN SUGAR on the menu.

He laughed and brushed it off whenever I tried to correct him, "Call it whatever dude." I still corrected him every single time, and he still called it cotton candy EVERY SINGLE TIME.

There was one particular evening, when I got the nerve to ask him why.

It was a stressful night, a women had ordered a crapload of lollipops for a baby shower. By the time she left with all the boxes, I could almost swear there were rattles and ducklings dancing around my head.

I was exhausted and overworked. Finals had been the day before, and I had the dark crescents under my eyes to prove it. I was tempted to light one of the smokes under the counter. I promised myself I'd stop, but the feeling was so strong.

Eagerly, I pulled out the cigarette and placed it in between my lips. Grabbing the lighter in register, I was about to cast the flame when the I heard the chimes of bells.

It was him, that damn smirk still on his stupid face. I sighed and put down the cigs as he sauntered up. He made a grab for the lollipop jar, fishing out two small suckers.

I closed my eyes and winced, preparing for what he was about to say, "Hey Arthur, could I get a -"

Already annoyed beyond compare, I stopped him, "It's called spun sugar. S-p-u-n s-u-g-a-r..."

He laughed and put a hand on my shoulder, "Okay sure. Could I please have a blue spun sugar."

Sighing with content, I turned on the machine and started twirling the soft blue web around the cone. "Why do you get this everytime?" I asked curiously.

I was surprised to see him blush, "Uh, can't a guy just like co- I mean- spun sugar?"

I raised an eyebrow, "Well, yes of course. It's just we don't usually have regulars. And you come every week."

He inhaled deeply, and gained a little more confidence. Leaning over the counter, he winked, "The truth is, I just needed an excuse to see my favorite employee every week."

Now it was my turn to blush, "There are other ways of getting a person's attention."

I handed over the blue blob and he forked over $3.00. As usual, he dropped his change into the tip jar.

He took a large piece and plopped it in his mouth, "I know, but the awesome candy is kinda a bonus."

I exhaled loudly in defeat, and reached for my smokes again. He watched with curiosity as I put one in my mouth.

"Those will kill you ya know," he said matter-of-factly.

"I'm well aware," I replied with a snarl. He laughed.

"I insist you don't smoke it then," he leaned towards me again. I tried to swat him away.

"Are you gonna make me?" I said, a little more flirtatious than I had intended. His eyes widened at the realization of my intention and he flooded with more confidence. God, it was getting heated fast and I felt my entire body flush red.

"Maybe I will," he grabbed my hands and leaned his forehead on mine. My breath hitched.

"And how are you planning to do that?" I barely whispered. My face was flushed.

"I've got a few ideas," he said softly, brushing away my bangs. I gulped.

He pulled the cigarette away and placed his mouth on mine faintly. He started moving his mouth against mine and I melted against him, kissing back. It was almost surreal. I gingerly placed my hands on his chest.

It wasn't until he slid in his tongue that it became a full on make out session. He ran his fingers through my hair while I slid my hands down his back. It was hot and messy. Both of us just grabbing at whatever we could. When we finally broke apart, panting and with slightly bruised lips, I started to laugh.

He was grinning, staring at the spun sugar that had fallen to the ground. "I guess I'll have to stick around a little longer while you make me another one."

"Oh, my pleasure," I giggled, switching in the machine. I handed over it over with a huge smile.

With one last kiss, he started towards the door, "See you around Arthur."

"Wait!" I called out just as he was about to leave, "I never actually got your name!"

"It's Alfred," he grinned.

When he was gone, I leaned against the counter, completely pink. My mouth still feel tingly, and I ran my tongue over my lips. They tasted sweet.

Like cotton candy.