Title: Makka Na Ito

Rating: T? Maybe M? Idek yet.

Characters: Most of the Hetalia characters, plus a few more made up ones.

Pairings: USxUK, FrancexCanada, SealandxLatvia, and that's all I can think of right now. -Shot;

Summary: Arthur's new in school, town, and country. Coming from England, he's in need of adaptation. That all comes crashing down as some blond haired blue-eyed daft American crashes into his family's car before they've even made it home. Will Arthur ever be able to forgive this boy? Maybe even...love him?

Word count: 531

fffffffffff I should be shot. Dx

I know the title means "By A Crimson Thread", but I was listening to that song when I wrote this, so I was like "Well why the hell not?"
...Yes, Alfred crashed into Arthur's car because he was searching for donuts on the floor. That's the reason.

Alfred's a bumbling idiot sometimes, but he's so cute~

And yes, it's an AU Highschool fic. I should get shot for that, too, because there's so many of them on , but I just wanted to have my own~ x3

I know this chapter is quite short, but I'll try and make the other ones longer. Dx AND MAYBE I'LL FINISH THIS ONE. 8D

read&review,ne?~

"Stupid America…" Arthur groaned, staring out the car window at the rolling hills. His parents had ripped him away from wonderful England to live in the American countryside, because his father had gotten a new job. Arthur hated it. It didn't help, either, that his younger brother was so restless.

"Dad! Are we there yet?!" Peter whined, flailing his arms a bit. His game-boy had died, and now he was pestering everyone.

"Peter! Belt up!" His older brother shot daggers at him through forest green eyes. The youngster just turned to him.

"You're just pissy because you can't see Elizabeth anymore!" Peter smirked, sticking his tongue out at the other, who had half a mind to reach over and rip the dammed thing out of his mouth.

"Oh, you two," their mother intervened before any damage could be done. "Quiet down, alrigh'? We'll be home in a few minutes."

"Home is in England, thank you," Arthur sighed and turned his attention back to the rolling landscape outside. His mind was made up; he'd complain and hate America, but never whine about it. Nor would he accept it as his home, no matter what.

Alfred yawned loudly and rolled over in his bed. Man, he hated Sundays; almost as much as Mondays. You could never hate anything more than Mondays, though. His blue eyes wandered to the small digital clock on the nightstand, and he practically shot out of bed.

"Shit! One o'clock?! How long was I asleep?!" He rushed to the bathroom, throwing on some clothes and splashing his face with water. Thankfully, he'd showered the day before. Running a brush quickly through his hair, he frowned at the bit of hair that always seemed to stick up, no matter what. He then pushed his glasses on quickly and rushed out of the house, shouting a "See ya later!" at his brother.

Throwing himself into the car, he pulled out of the driveway quickly, threw the car in drive, and slammed his foot on the gas, turning around the corner quickly. He swerved a bit to avoid the oncoming car, breathing a quick sigh.

He was late to work. Again. An hour late, to be exact. His boss was going to kill him. Alfred scowled and cursed, leaning over to pick up a few donuts off the floor.

Not being able to reach, he leaned over more to reach the treats; his eyes flitting back as he turned onto the main road.

His fingers stretched to reach the donut sitting just a few centimeters from his fingertips, but a loud honk pulled his attention away for the sugary death trap.

Alfred shot up in his seat, gripping the wheel tightly as he tried to correct himself from drifting over into the left lane, into opposite flowing traffic. "Shitshitshitshit…" he muttered over and over as, in slow motion (at least to him), his car collided head on with a small, green, compact car.

"Henry! Look out!"

"Anne! I know what I—bloody hell!"

"Peter! Grab my hand!"

Arthur squeezed his eyes shut, and grasped his little brother's hand tightly as they watched a car come head on into their small rental car.