So my first Hetalia fic.....this was a request by my friend on Deviant Art. It's a one yeah enjoy.

Two men sat, each in an armchair, looking away from the other.

One was sipping coffee, which seemed to his extreme distance.

The other reached for some French fries. Grabbing some, he brought his hand back toward him.

The first, who wore green, flashed his hand out as if about to scold the other by smacking his hand.

The other, in turn quickly stuffed all the French fried into his mouth, smirking.

Emerald eyes glowered into blue ones, fists clenching as he sat back.

The blue eyed man laughed lightly, glasses slipping down his nose.

Silence returned, and the green, obviously the elder despite the height difference, grabbed a burnt scone.

The younger scrunched up his nose in disgust, "Your cooking still sucks," he said, smirking as he spoke up.

"I obviously should have taught you better, seeing as you have no taste," the other replied.

"Maybe if you'd been around more…"

"What was that?"
"You heard me," the other challenged.

His fist drew up, as if preparing to strike the smug face. It made contact seconds later, glasses falling to the floor.

Surprise colored blue eyes, then pain. He fell out of his chair, crashing on the ground.

"What the hell, Arthur?"

"You were asking for it, Alfred."

"That didn't mean you should've hit me," he said, pouting while rubbing the red mark on his face.

The other grunted, "It's not like I'm your father anymore so take care of it yourself." He mocked, leaning back in his chair.

"I never said you weren't my father anymore."

"You branch of, but I'm still your father?" Arthur asked skeptically.

"Yeah…" Alfred trailed off.

Arthur rolled his eyes, "What do you want me to do, kiss it better?"

Arthur raised an eyebrow, "Was that a yes or a no?"

"A yes," Alfred said, still pouting on the floor.

Arthur climbed out of his armchair, walking over to the upset younger. He joined his on the floor.

"You're such a child."

"Am not," Alfred shot back, sticking his tongue out.

Arthur rolled his eyes, "Get that tongue back where it belongs," he said, "In your mouth, or I'll grab it."

The tongue disappeared.

"That's better."

"It still hurts," Alfred complained.

"Yeah, yeah I hear you," Arthur said. He leaned in, pressing his lips against the red mark. He pulled back, "Better?"

"I guess, now say you're sorry."

Arthur rolled his eyes again, "I'm sorry I hit you," Arthur said honestly. He moved to stand up, only to be pulled back down.

"I forgive you," Alfred said, holding onto Arthur's hand.

The two were silent for a bit. "Arty?"

Arthur glanced at the boy, obviously thinking over his new nickname before answering, "What?"

"My lips hurt too, can you kiss them better?" Alfred asked, blushing slightly.

"I suppose," Arthur replied, leaning in and placing his lips to the others. He figured if the younger wanted a kiss he'd give him a real one. His tongue slinked out, tracing the others bottom lip. Alfred gasped, eyes widening, allowing Arthur's tongue to enter and explore the moist cavern. The tongue's clashed, fighting for dominance, a battle neither could win. They pulled back, gasping for air.

"Arty, you taste better than you cooking," Alfred said with a sly grin.

"Shut it brat."

"I'm hungry," Alfred complained, "Can we go get McDonalds or something?"

Arthur wrinkled his nose, but had to give in when puppy dog eyes stared him in the face. "Fine, but in exchange you better stock this house with some tea."

"Tea?" Alfred whined, "Does it have to be tea?"

"Yes, and good tea at that."

"Alright," Alfred paused, "Now let's go." He yanked Arthur up, pulling him out the door.


Please R&R I need the critiques.