Arthur could not have been happier with the weather. The sun was shining, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the soft breeze gave cool relief from the comfortable seventy-six-degree air. The blond Briton sighed in content as he stared out of the window of the student council room, observing students milling about outside on the ground. Ah, yes, this was going to be a very relaxing afternoon.

Unless, of course, the door was opened and the space occupied by a crudely obnoxious young man. Arthur frowned and turned away from the window to berate... er… observe the newcomer. He blushed immediately.

The blue and white National Academy uniform was neatly pressed under a bulky vintage flight jacket, the clothes hiding a tall, lean, and more than likely muscular build. As Arthur tried to see if it was related to the Royal Air Force, he found his gaze traveling up to the face of the owner. His heart caught in his throat. A mop of combed blond hair topped a shocked expression, and hidden behind thin, lopsided glasses, were two impeccably perfect, see-through-your-soul, rather confused, ocean-blue eyes. This man… was gorgeous.

Arthur fought back the harsh redness in his cheeks and cleared his throat. "H-how may I help you?" He cursed the hiccup in his voice.

The beautiful stranger blinked for as second before shaking his head roughly, knocking his glasses down his nose as he gave Arthur a wide grin. "Yeah! Hey, nice to meet you, I'm Alfred Jones!" He rushed forward and took one of the surprised Briton's hands in his own, shaking it vigorously.

Arthur cringed. Oh, so he was American. The student council president pulled his hand away from… Alfred, was it? and smiled gingerly. "A pleasure, I'm sure." He paused, hesitant. He wasn't too keen on assisting the other blond anymore, his first impression being that of an obnoxious and excited American. Arthur sighed to himself in defeat. He knew that as president, he was obligated to help, or at least attempt to help other students. "May I ask what it is that you need help wi-"

"Your eyes are really pretty…"

Arthur paused, eyes wide and his dreaded blush returning. What!? Leave it to forward and shameless Americans. "I-I beg your pardon?"

Alfred's expression suddenly matched that of the Briton's. "W-what?" Um… o-okay!" His blue eyes quickly averted themselves to the ground.

The blond president blinked, confused at the vague, and rather unrelated response, and cleared his throat once more. "W-well… seeing as you appear to be new here-"

"What's your name?"

Really! Anymore interruption and Alfred Jones was going out the window! "Arthur Kirkland, student council president. However, at the present time I will be obligated-"

"Can I call you Artie?"

"No you may not!" Arthur fumed, directing a heavy glare toward the American. His arms crossed indignantly over his chest as his blush returned once more, turning his ears a deep scarlet. "Really, do you want me to help you or not!? I can tell you that I have far better things to do today and am willing to set them aside to assist a new student, which I am only offering to do out of the goodness of my heart!"

As Arthur huffed angrily, a tiny smile spread across Alfred's handsome features. The other blond narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the American.

"What on earth are you smirking at?"

The taller male laughed heartily. "It's good to finally officially meet you, Arthur. I hope I can be a good vice president for you!"

I figured I should practice writing them. But I've come to realize, after doing 'Fright Night', that I feel... aged... when I write Arthur. Haha, must be a curse. -shot-

Ok sooo I decided to take on the 100 theme challenge! I got bored the other day and split up the list randomly into two parts. Fifty ficlets will be USUK, and the other fifty will be PruCan. I'm also planning on slipping in a few RussLiet stories when I get bored.

-also irrelevant, but I finally have a Romano for my Feli cosplay! I'm so happy XD-

Thank you for reading! Reviews are appreciated, not demanded, and flames will be used to stoke the fire of Mrs. Lovett's oven. Axis Powers: Hetalia does not belong to me, and any copyright privileges belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.