HetaliaxReader: Boyfriend Bestfriend Blitz! Chap:2

You didn't want to see his face...

as you were walking back to class after lunch.

In the classroom, you were imagining punching your bestfriend, Alfred, in the face. "Geez, what a jerk."

While you were sitting there at your desk, a notebook fell out of the sky and onto your desk.

No, God was not telling you to quit mulling over stuff and get to your notes. It was Arthur. "You left this at the table." He said smurking at your reaction to the flying object. "oh..." You mumbled, a bit embarrassed. "Sorry. About Al, I mean. I just don't what's gotten into him."

"No, it's cool." He sits down and starts to flip through the textbook. "Do you know who that girl is back there?" He indicated at her with a glance. "Yeah, that's Leigh." She's really shy, and doesn't talk too much. Why? Gotta crush?"

"No way!" Arthur said "It's just if looks could kill, you'd be a goner."

"Whatever." You rolled your eyes and looked back at her. Sure enough, she was death-staring you.

"Creepy..." You turned back to Arthur. "Wonder what's got her." There was a loud THUD as Alfred fell into his desk on the other side of you. "Howzit hanging?" He said in his totally annoying voice. You peered at him. He looks normal to me.

"Apparently Leigh's murdering me with her eyes."

"Seriously?!" He looked back at her. "Wow."

"Yeah." You said with a blank stare at the teacher droning on at the front of the class. You were fairly close to the back, enough you could talk anyway.

The rest of the class was fairly normal.

-------------------------------------------------------------after school-----------------------------------------------------

Normally, you rode the bus home. Sure, it was walking distance to your neighborhood, but it was safer on a bus. Unfortunately, you missed the chance at that safety and your bus had left without you.

Just as you were about to start your trek home, familiar voice called your name. "Hey,___________!" You turned around to see your new british friend. "Oh, hey Arthur! You have to walk too?" He nodded. "You're Alfred's neighbor, right? So then we're living in the same neighborhood!"

What a coincidence! You thought. Actually, it made sense. Al and Arthur lived together in England, so why not be near eachother in America?

You babbled on at eachother, joking about how the nearby shopkeeper had a wierd mustache, laughing when you tripped and looked awkward, just enjoying the walk. Too soon, you found yourself in the driveway of your house. "So, um see you at school?" You asked, smiling at Arthur. "Yeah..." He scratched his head awkwardly. "Hey... um...." There was a moments pause as you tried to figure out what was arong.

"You ok?"
"uh,yeah."
"You sure?"
"You wanna go out?"
"Wait." You stared at the guy. "S-seriously?!" Sure, this wasn't your first time being asked out. And honestly, why not? While Arthur did look a bit strange, you did think he was cute, and he seemed nice enough, so why did you hesitate?

The answer made itself clear when you heard the thud of someone's boots. Yeah, it was Alfred. He was what made you stop.

"'Sup, guys?!" You turned at him. "W-w-what're you doing here, Al?"

He gave you an "Are you stupid?!" look. "I live next door!"

You heard Arthur say your name and turned back to him, but he was already walking away.

"W-wait, Arthur!"

"Just give me your answer tomorrow, ok?" He waved goodbye and walked into the house across the street.

You turned back to Al and punched him in the gut. Unfortunately, you were a bit shaky at the moment and it didn' do anything. He grabbed you wrist effortlessly. "Answer to what?" He said, seriously.

"Nothing."

This time he grabbed you other wrist and looked at you angrily. "Answer. To. What." He growled. (now you were starting to get scared.)

"It's just...Arthur asked....he asked if I would go out with him..." You stuttered a bit embarassed. "Ok, and what did you say?"

"Dangit, I didn't get a chance to say anything! You interupted!!!"

Al let go of your wrists. "Oh, really?" He lightened up again. "As long as he didn't mention anything about me and England!"

This made you a bit suspicous. "What?"

"Um...nothing. So you totally are gonna say no, right."

"Again. What?" You say disbelievingly. "Why do you care?!"

"Well," He mumbled "You hardly know him, and he's creepy, so you should say no."

You almost hit him. "What if I want to say yes?"

"Well then, I won't talk to you ever again!" Al says, actually serious. "I don't want you dating him."

"Ok then your highness. Just who, pray tell, should I date?" You immediatly wished you hadn't said that, because you knew what he'd say.

Al looked at you for a minute. "What about me?"

Suddenly you felt sick. You loved Al, no matter what. But not like that. You guys had grown up together, like brother and sister. The thought of dating him honestly freaked you out. "No. I can't." "Why not?!"

"Because!" You yelled at him, running up your driveway. "I don't love you like that!!" You slammed your door shut and collapsed at the stairs, crying.

What could you do...?