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You loved your friends. You really did. But it annoyed you to no end when they would constantly bring up your lack of a love life. Why were you required to have a boyfriend or, at the very least, a love interest? Why couldn't you be happy being single?

Sighing ruefully, you had to admit. You did get jealous of them and their boyfriends sometimes. But it's not like being single was the end of the world!

You muttered darkly to yourself about stupid friends, your current status as a "forever alone-r," and not having a giant cake of chocolate to drown yourself in. Because giant chocolate cake solves all of the problems, ever. But since you didn't have cake, you'd have to content yourself with whatever was in your apartment.

You slipped your key into the doorknob and entered your quiet apartment.

"Maybe I should get a pet," you mused, flicking on the lights and going to the kitchen. And so began your epic quest in the search for the perfect solve-all-your-lady-problems food. But unfortunately, the best you could find was a frozen Snickers' bar. You'd have to go shopping soon.

Sighing again, this time in disappointment, you threw the candy bar back in the freezer and shuffled to the living room. You threw yourself onto the couch, propping your feet up on an armrest, and letting one arm hang off the side.

"Maybe I'll feel better after I take a nap," you mumbled, laying your other arm across your eyes.

--Timeskip to…..forty minutes later?—

You scrunched your nose, drifting in that realm half-way between waking and sleep. You had no idea why you were waking up. Maybe it was the weird feeling you were getting that made you think you were being watched. But that was absurd. You lived alone.

You grimaced at the reminder of why you were napping in the first place. But you were truly awake now, so you decided you may as well get up.

Opening your eyes, all you saw was shining blue.

"I don't remember my ceiling looking like an eye," you grumbled, still a little dazed.

That was when your ceiling decided to blink at you and laugh.

You shrieked and lurched forward, effectively smashing foreheads with the person who'd been leaning over you. Both of you clutched your heads, groaning in pain.

"What'd you do that for?!" an unsettlingly familiar voice cried out. You completely forgot about the pain in your head in favor of recalling how you knew that voice. Your eyes widened and you slowly inhaled, peeking through your fingers to the figure crouched next to you.

"HOLY SHIT!" you screamed, jumping back and falling over the top of your couch.

"Whoa! Dudette, are you okay?" You lay on your back, your legs up against the back of the couch, groaning. Today was just not your day.

"I'm fine," you grumble again, pushing yourself up onto your elbows. You look up to see the one and only America resting his arms on the back of the couch, looking down at you. He tilted his head and reached out to poke your forehead.

"You're kinda accident prone, huh?" You scowled, pushing his hand away.

"Well it's not every day a freaking nation appears in my house and stares at me while I sleep!"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?!" Your face contorted in pain as his shrill scream pierced your ears. Gritting your teeth, you shook your head and sent a weak glare at him.

"Maybe I shouldn't tell you," you said, spitefully. "You'll probably just break my eardrums." He pouted and leaned over, grabbing one of your hands with both of his. You blushed as he thrust his face into yours.

"Please, please, pleeeaaassssee!  I promise I won't scream! Or shout! Or yell!" You pried your hand from his grasp and stood up.

"Fine. But you better stay quiet." He nodded, closing his lips and pretending to lock them and throwing away the key. You rolled your eyes at his childish behavior and hastened to grab your Hetalia stuff.

You came back to find him sitting on the couch, looking around the room. You went over and set the stuff on his lap, letting him rifle through it. Just as he promised, he remained quiet as he looked over the DVDs and books. You noticed he paid special attention to the plushie that represented him.

He sighed heavily and slumped over, his head resting on your shoulder. You flinched at the unexpected contact, but let him stay there.

"So. I'm not in Kansas anymore, huh?" You chuckled at the cheesy line.

"No. But you are in my house, and since you don't really have someplace to go, you can stay here as long as you need." His head shot off of your shoulder and he grinned at you, his eyes shining in excitement.

"For reals?! That's awesome, Dudette! Thanks!" You smiled and gathered your stuff.

"It's not a problem." You stood and went to take your stuff back to your room.

"Wait! What's your name?" You turned and looked at him.

"(Full Name)."

"That's real pretty! I'm Alfred F. Jones! The Hero!" You giggled, feeling a lot better about this situation.

"Alright then, Hero. It's a pleasure to meet you." He flushed at your nickname.

"Pleasure's all mine!"



Alfred gulped. He was in some serious trouble. You only ever used his full name when he was in deep shit. And from how loudly you had screamed, he guessed he was in way over his head. He debated whether or not he should run away, but then decided that he may as well get this over with.

Stepping like he was walking on egg shells, Alfred approached the kitchen to see you standing in front of the fridge, arms crossed and tapping one foot against the floor. He put on a winning smile, hoping to appease you. When all you did was raise an eyebrow, his smile faded into a look of remorse. He didn't know what he'd done, but he may as well act like he felt sorry.

You threw open the fridge door and glared at him.

"Care to explain this?" you questioned, staring him down. He looked inside. The fridge looked fine. The light was on, it was humming like it always did, and nothing was falling off. All in all, he didn't see anything wrong with it.

"Uh…..The light bulb's flickering more than usual?" You smacked him upside the head.

"How about…there's no food!!!"


"Yes. Oh. And do you know why there's no food?"


"Because you ATE IT ALL!!!"

"Babe, you-you really shouldn't be sur-surprised by this. I mean, you s-said you knew I eat a lot-"

"But that doesn't mean you can eat all of our food! I have to eat too, ya know! From now on, Alfred, you're buying your own food."

"But (Name)!"

"No buts! You have a job. You can pay for your own food. I can't afford to be buying groceries for us all the time. I have other things to worry about! Like bills! And rent!" Alfred looked down guiltily at his feet. He felt awful. He'd never really considered how poorly he was behaving. Especially considering the fact that you let him live with you.

"Alright, (Name). It's only fair."

"And further more--- Wait, what?" He looked back up at you.

"I'm agreeing with you, (Name). I haven't been acting very grateful for what you're doing for me, and that needs to change." You were dumbfounded. You really hadn't expected this bout of maturity.

Your eyes softened as you realized that he really felt bad about this. You went over and ruffled his hair.

"Thank you, Alfred. Now come on. We have to go grocery shopping." You turned to leave, but were stopped by his hand holding your wrist. You turned back around, about to ask what was wrong, when you were stopped by his lips pressing onto yours. Your eyes fluttered shut and you kissed back hesitantly.

He pulled away and looked into your eyes, his face bright red. You stared at him in awe before a large smile covered your face.

"HA! Now my friends can't make fun of me anymore!" Alfred just laughed and gathered you into a hug.
My home-boy, it is your turn.

If you haven't read the Intro, here is the link. [link]

If you go to the Intro, the links to the other countries' stories will be there. You can also check to see which countries have already been requested and add a comment with a country you'd like to see, if they haven't already been asked for. Please go to the Intro to make your requests.

Also, I have now decided to make an "offshoot series" for the sequels to these CIRL chapters. [link] There is the Intro chapter. Please make requests for sequels there.

I don't own Hetalia or America.
You belong to :iconsexyamericaplz:
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Poetry-Venting Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
Yes, that is the correct thing to say after a kiss, jesus christ. *mental facepalm or maybe a brainpalm haha copuright kbyee*
layla-mindora Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
ahhahahahaahhah awesome
WholeWheatHoneyOat Featured By Owner Jul 3, 2014
But... I live I Kansas. That is where my house is.
Poetry-Venting Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
Youd just be like no your still in Kansas
Forever---Free Featured By Owner May 17, 2014  Student Writer
kurino-sama-alpha Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2014
that icon always makes me laugh!!!! *tries to mimic it. fails miserably but still laughs and smiles*
novadragonheart81 Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2014
*pats you on the back*You get an A for effort.:iconkakapoplz:
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