Hey guys! This is my first Hetalia fan fiction! I'm really excited and really proud of this story so far. i wrote it in a minibus on the way to Devon, so when i get back, read this, and find that it's probably the best thing I've ever written I became really excited. I've been wanting to post this for a while but first I wanted to finish a one-shot I've been working on but I gave up on that when I realized how amazing this was and that I had soooo many ideas for it. Anyway; I hope that you enjoy my first fan fic about my ultimate OTP. (don't ask) ENJOY!

"Honestly, I have no Idea why I have signed up to this." I exasperated.

"Because you're broke, you know that. We all are around here, not mention that when you don't sign yourself up your brother does anyway." I rolled my eyes at the response. I was sat on the edge of the pier with a co-worker, Elizabeta, as the stalls were being placed out on the promenade. The sun was rising above the horizon, the golden morning rays scattering over the great expanse of water. Mornings were always early.

"Yes, I know. It just annoys me that I'm forced to do what I do." I kicked up a spray of water in front of me. The summers were hot here, unlike back home where it still rains most of time.

"Well, you do say you know black magic. I guess Alistair just interprets it wrong." She nudged me with her elbow so I splashed her in response. "Hey mind the dress." I chuckled and pulled my feet out of the water.

"There is a difference between the dark arts and petty fortune telling my dear." I stood up and shook the excess water off of my feet. I grabbed my socks and shoes and pulled them on.

"Are you leaving so soon?" Elizabeta looked up at me as I brushed myself off.

"I'm afraid so. Alistair said he'd meet me there at nine. Gotta get there quick; anyway, I'll see you at the tent later." I nodded to her before I began walking away.

"Okay goodbye!"

I wasn't that too far to where Alistair had decided to set up so it didn't take long to get there. All kinds of people were setting out tents and activities to wring money out of tourists. Colourful signs and interesting contraptions lined the promenade, lighting up the place. Some buildings were permanently stationed; these tended to be shops or cafés due to the kitchen and storage areas required. I instantly recognised the mop of bright red fluff my brother called hair and hurried over.

"Oh Arthur, there you are; took you long enough." I rolled my eyes and bent over him. He was crouched on the ground, apparently fiddling with something electronic.

"Are you done yet, I'd like to get out of sight before the masses pour in." Despite being the fortune teller no one even knew who I was. It's a little depressing but less embarrassing.

"Yeah, yeah, your area is set and ready. Go make yourself at home." he waved me away but then turned back around. "Is Lizzy still on the pier?" I gave him a curt nod before making my way through the tent to the very back. The tent was comprised of two areas: one being the stage and the other being where I sit. I settled down in the leather office seat brought from home and looked at the equipment I had on offer.

The space was mainly comprised of a simple table laden with my bags which contained my equipment. Above it, set into the one way curtain, was a screen which allowed me to look onto the stage. Thankfully, all sound flowed through it like it was under microphone but none flowed back. I began to set out what I would need and when I was finished, set my feet up on the table top. That was when I saw Lizzy enter the tent. She waved at me through the screen and I gave her a smile in return. I watched as she made her way around to my area of the tent.

"Hi, I see you're ready to go." She looked at my instruments then back to me. "I still don't completely understand how you do it."

"No one really does, I've been doing it since I was little. Oh right, here." I handed her an earpiece of which she accepted. Quickly she popped it into her ear and stepped over to the other side of the tent. On top of the table, among the many other obscure objects, sat a microphone; I leaned into it and gave it a try. "Can you hear me?" She nodded in response.

"We're all set and ready to entertain the crowds." She beamed. "How is it you always know what to say to the customers?"

"You learn over the years. Telling them the truth and making it sound all pretty. You definitely help though." I winked at her and leaned back in my seat. She just rolled her eyes. Suddenly Alistair poked his head through the entrance.

"People have started arriving, get ready." And with that, Lizzy took her seat and looked ready. She gave me a thumbs up and lowered the one way screen which comes down pure black, or so to my knowledge.

It wasn't that long until the first customers came through and sat down. The usual procedure took place. I did the normal practice and waited for their question. The deal is that they have a basic fortune telling, Lizzy then reads their palm (she taught herself) and the customer then asks a single question of which I answer. Also we won't serve a customer twice in one year. For everything that Liz can't do herself, I tell her what to say through the earpiece. That's how our business works. The customer is always very happy, seeing as everything is always right; we do use correct methods after all. What do you expect? It's one of the reasons we make anything at all, we're renowned for being accurate.

At midday we shut shop for lunch. I took the back entrance, so that no one would associate me with the actual act. I went to find Lizzy who was probably at the cafe a little ways down the promenade. I found her sitting at a table near the door to the kitchen. I went over to join her, sitting myself to her right.

"Hello Arthur, good job by the way. The crowds seemed pleased." She took a bite out of whatever it was she had brought, I'm pretty sure it's a meal from her home country.

"Thank you dear, I'm going to need to stock up soon, I'm drilling through all of my supplies. I'll be out before we know it." I grumbled as I took a bite out of my own lunch. Scones, naturally.

"Well we can't have that; I suggest you go fetch them on Monday while you have the chance."

After that we picked up casual conversation, enjoying the little time we got to relax by a beach without being trapped in a stuffy tent. Unfortunately, we had a little visit from a certain someone.

"Bonjour mes amis! How are we this fine summer's day?" I groaned and rolled my eyes at the arrival of an old friend, as one might say I guess.

"Well, it was splendid before you showed your face, frog." I spat in his direction. A mock look of hurt crossed his overly elegant features.

"Surely you don't mean that? We have known each other for who knows how long." He pouted, leaning his arms on the table.

"Exactly, you get sick of a face after a while." I looked to see Elizabeta giggling to herself as we put on our usual greetings.

"Good morning Francis." She greeted him with a cheerful smile as he took a seat across from us. "How's business been this morning?"

"Oh nothing amazing, I saw you getting quite a bit though." He adorned a slight smirk as he looked in my direction. Francis also happened to know of my 'hobby', as he enjoyed calling it. It's something that comes with knowing someone for a good portion of your life, such as all of it. I also knew more than enough about him, some of which I wish I didn't.

"Shouldn't you be in the kitchen; attending to the rush hour? It seems busy." I looked around the crowded dining area, making note of all of the faces present. "You know, as owner of the place."

"Oh Arthur, don't worry. We're on top of staff today. Besides; I heard we had some guests who weren't buying." I shook my head and took the last bite out of my lunch as if to define how right he was.

"And so…?"

"I thought I'd join you." He propped his feet up on the table. "Besides, I heard something juicy and thought Liz would like to hear." His fingers began to drum on the table absentmindedly. I wanted to leave so badly, his voice alone was getting on my nerves but if I did I'd have to speak to my brother, and I did not want to do that. It may be possible that I hate him more than the frog who sat in front of me. Comes with having a sibling I suppose.

"Really!? Do share." Lizzy leaned in, happily awaiting the gossip. I pretty much zoned out, smiling inwardly at the way my two friends acted like a pair of schoolgirls. I looked down at my watch, noting the time and tapped my co-worker on the shoulder.

"We need to be going, our break's nearly over. So sorry to say goodbye Francis but duty calls, does it not." I quickly dragged her off, getting as far away from that place as possible.

"That was abrupt, you could have at least let me say goodbye." Liz complained as we drew to a halt outside the tent.

"If we had stayed any longer I may have exploded. Now let's get going." I took a step through the drapes and headed towards the parting.

"You know, Francis was telling me some really interesting things." She slyly took her seat and looked back at me.

"Like…?" I put one hand on my hip and held one half of the walls fabric in the other.

"Well, according to one of his waitresses, there's a certain attractive pair of brothers wondering around today." Her eyes narrowed and a very mischievous smile made its way onto her face.

"And you know their brothers because?" I began to tap my foot impatiently, looking forward to an excuse to get to my seat.

"They're apparently very obviously twins. Oh look, we need to get ready, I hope you are." Leaving me slightly perplexed she turned around, apparently finished. I slid into my area and awaited the next wave of customers.

The wave came and went and the sun slowly sank into the sky. The afternoon is always a lot longer than the morning as we run from half one until nine in the evening. So when Alistair poked his head through the main entrance to say we were finished I took a deep sigh and slumped back in my seat. What a long day. The afternoon had dragged along and I wanted to fall asleep there and then. Slowly, I packed up all of my belongings and picked up the bag I kept them in, heading towards the back entrance. I stepped out and stretched, ready for a quick goodbye to Liz and to hurry home for a cup of tea.

"Hey dude!" A loud racket suddenly filled my ears and it took a moment to register what was going on. Some stranger had just greeted me as I stepped out of my own temporary place of work. What is wrong with the world?

"Who the bloody hell are you?" I gave the stranger a scowl and tried to walk off, but they stopped me in my tracks.

"Wait a sec. Please..." I turned to look at them, preparing myself for whatever questions they might have. Basically I was going to deny everything. I got a good look at the person stood before me. Male, young, slightly taller, blonde hair, blue eyes, glasses... There was no doubt that this was an attractive man, but at that point in time I quite honestly didn't care. Suddenly a huge grin plastered across his face and he started bouncing on the balls of his feet. "How do you do it!?"

"Um... What?" Most people ask whether it is me, this one seemed to think he just knew, almost as if was obvious that I was the one to ask about the act and methods used. I mean I was, but that's beside the point.

"You know; how you tell people's fortunes and always get it right!" He seemed over-excited and his constant jittering was beginning to get on my nerves.

"If you're just going to make false accusations, then I'll be on my way. I have a very important meeting with a cup of tea and it is mandatory that I see to it." I turned on my heel and made in the direction of home, all ideas of bidding Liz a goodbye completely vanished in an instant.

"No stop! Come on, it's obvious that you're the guy who does all of it, that girl doesn't!" He chased after me grabbing my shoulder and swinging me back around in his direction.

"I suggest you don't talk about my friend in that manner, it's extremely impolite to criticise those you don't know." I scolded him like a harsh nanny and turned around once again. I really wanted my tea.

"I'm not criticising her at all. She puts up a wonderful act, but you can see that she listens to what to say through an earpiece. You know, the way she lingers for far too long and never stumbles over her words as if someone has done it for her." It couldn't be denied, this was an intelligent young man but I had no intention of letting the act slip just yet. I couldn't be bothered to answer and tried to plough homeward again. "No, I'm not finished!" This boy really was resilient. "I know how the whole thing works, why keep up the act! How do you always get it right?"

"Even if I did do the genuine fortune telling, which I do not, then why would I ever tell some stranger the key to my work?" Annoyance was strongly running through my words now, tone on edge and the words being spat.

"Then let's get to know each other! I'm Alfred!" He grabbed my hand and shook it hard. "And what's your name?" I winced under his intense grip and shook my hand off when he let it go.

"Urgh, it's Arthur, if that makes any difference. Now leave me alone. I could report you for harassment."

"Oh, you wouldn't do that." He waved off my threat like it was nothing! The nerve. Seriously, I couldn't see the point of all this pestering. "Now we know each other, there."

"Honestly, just leave me alone you bloody wanker!" I stormed off in a frenzy but once again he just pulled me back around.

"Fine, then don't tell me anything. I'm not going to give up but if you refuse to tell me then we'll hang out first, and then I'll ask. Okay?!"

"No! Stop pestering me. I need to go home right now so I'm going to walk off and you're going to stay put." I turned again, thankful when I made three paces without being assaulted.

"Will you be here tomorrow?" Alfred shouted at me from where he stood, seeming to be acting obedient.

"Well what do you think?" And with that I was off on the short walk home. Opening the door to my own residence was heavenly and I sank into the sofa in my living room, embracing the warm and comfort and lack of loud noises that it produced. I fell asleep right there, but not until I had downed a cup of earl grey.

Okay, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I read it about 6 times looking for mistakes so it should be pretty good grammar wise. Anyway, stay tuned, and I'll try to get the next chapter out soon! This was Alpha so long and thanks for all the pasta! (the thanks will change for each series I write about)