Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or the Beatles. If I could that would be awesome, but I don't.

Note: Italicized words stand for lyrics and thoughts. I think you can figure out which is which.

Edited: I was informed that if I don't take out the lyrics, then my account could be shut down. So I've taken down the lyrics, and adjusted the story to accommodate the deletion. Also, whatever the title of the chapter is, that's the song that you should listen to that goes with the chapter.

All You Need Is Love

Chapter 1 – All You Need Is Love

Arthur looked up from his paperwork at the sound of someone singing. The song continued while he recognized the tune. Ah... All You Need Is Love by the Beatles… Nice taste. He thought. He went to go back to his paperwork.

The sound of the song got louder as the person singing got closer.

Wait a minute… Arthur looked up once again. I recognize that voice.

"Iggy!" Alfred burst through the door into Arthur's office.

"My name is Arthur, you bloody git." Arthur frowned, but it was said with a measure of affection. He secretly loved the nicknames that his boyfriend, the personification of the United States of America, had given him. Still, he had to maintain his reputation.

"Fine, I'll call you Artie then! Jeez!" Alfred rolled his eyes. A grin lit up his face. "Anyway, Artie, I totally had an epiphany while listening to this!" He waved his iPod Touch in Arthur's face.

"I can see it. You don't have to shove it in my bloody face." Arthur shoved Alfred's hand away from his face. "What's so bloody important about your iPod?"

"Ha Ha! Don't be stupid, Artie!" Alfred laughed his "heroic" laugh.

Arthur's frown deepened. He glared at Alfred. "I do not think you should be talking about stupidity with the way you act."

A glint lit up in Alfred's eye that was intelligent and as hard as flint. "Ah, but you know that it's just an act, right Iggy? After all, 'the wise man plays the fool.'"

Arthur gulped. He was one of the people in the world besides Alfred's brother, Francis, and Ivan who knew exactly how intelligent Alfred was. Alfred really was very smart, after all, how else would he have won all of those wars otherwise. Still, he preferred to act like an idiot. Even Arthur did not know why exactly he choose to act like that, but…

He had to admit that when Alfred did show exactly how smart he was, it made him very hot and bothered.

"Anyway," Alfred's eyes went back to normal, "that's beside the point!"

Arthur regained control of himself. He frowned at his partner. "Then what is the point?"

"It's not about the iPod. It's about what's on the iPod." Alfred rolled his eyes again. "Didn't you hear me when I came in?"

"The Beatles or All You Need Is Love?" Arthur couldn't see how either of those could cause an epiphany.

"Both!" Alfred seemed to get really excited. "Seriously, it's been a while since I've listened to them, so first I got out my old albums and then I decided to just download them all on my iPod. I've got to admit, they were one of the best bands that came from your place."

Arthur tried to hide the smile that was creeping onto his face at Alfred's flattery. The Beatles were one of his favorites too. "Yes, well, it just proves how superior my music is to yours."

"Huh? I wasn't saying that at all. After all, it was my people who invented Rock 'n' Roll in the first place." Alfred noticed Arthur's crestfallen expression. "The Beatles are one of the best though! And they gave me this epiphany!"

Arthur sighed, though Alfred's comment did cheer him back up a bit. "Now, will you tell me what this 'epiphany' is or are you just going to keep dancing around it, you git?"

"Okay, Okay. Here it is: The Beatles…" Alfred paused dramatically, as if hearing a drum roll. "Work with everything!"

"Huh?" Arthur had no idea what this was supposed to mean. He sighed and turned back to his paperwork. "Well, whatever you say…"

"No, Artie! You don't get it!" Alfred slammed his hand down on the desk to emphasize his statement. The desk then cracked and split in half, papers flying everywhere. "Oops. Sorry, Artie."

"It's fine." Arthur rubbed his head to stop his oncoming headache, and pulled out his wand. "Reparo." The desk repaired itself, and he bent down to retrieve his papers. Alfred helped him pick them back up and set them down on desk.

"Anyway, that's not what I meant, Artie." Alfred looked at him with an almost serious expression. "What I meant is that Beatles music can apply so much to actual life. Especially All You Need Is Love."

"Why that song?" Arthur looked up at Alfred from where he was putting the last of the paperwork on the desk.

Alfred smiled and pulled Arthur into a hug. "Because 'love is all you need.'" Arthur felt a blush rush across his face. "As long as I've got you, I can take on anyone, even a drunk Ivan."

"D-don't think that flattery will stop me from being mad about the desk, you git!" Arthur's blush deepened as Alfred proceeded to nuzzle into his neck.

"I won't. Besides, I may be a git but I'm your git." Alfred's smile grew wider, if that was even possible.

"Well, I don't think that the Beatles can apply to everything." Arthur said.

"What?" Alfred's head snapped up. "How can you not see it, Artie?"

"My name is not Artie." He deadpanned. He turned back to his paperwork. However, Alfred grabbed him by the shoulders, spun him around, and kissed him right on the lips.

After a few seconds, Alfred pulled back. "Fine, then I'll prove it to you." A mischievous glint came into his sparkling, blue eyes.

"What?" Arthur, in the fog of having been kissed, had forgotten completely about what they had been talking about.

"Every time that the Beatles can apply to our life, I'll point it out to you and show you that the Beatles can work with everything." Alfred smiled.

"Right, I'm sure you can." Arthur rolled his eyes.

"Have some more faith in your band, Artie." Alfred said, and then kissed Arthur again. "So, first things first."

"What's first?" Arthur asked, though he did have an inkling of where this was going.

"Well," Alfred turned his iPod Touch onto the song that he had been singing. "'All you need is love,' right Artie?"

Author's Note: Trying out something new. Tell me what you think and I may continue it. BTW, I started this because I had the same epiphany as Alfred.