Reminder: Please remember almost all the writing on my account (except 100TC) will be snipets of whatever I've written for the concept. If I can make a complete story out of these I will but for now I just want to post what I have and sort through it later.

Warnings: Incomplete, plot-holes, wordiness

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or its characters, only the bits of silliness I wrote here.

Chapter One: On the Threshold

"You have a beautiful body. May I draw you?"

The gaggle the college boys froze in their horseplay to look at the outsider who approached them, sketchbook in hand and a bright expression on his face. The boy's slender frame was a strange contrast to the solid sturdy builds in front him and in all appearances, he looked like the mouse standing up to the lion. Several lions. And an elephant.

"Who...?"

The boy frowned, something small and miniscule, but it was gone as soon as he lifted his other hand wielding a charcoal pencil and used it as a pointer.

"Him!" he cheered with a confident smile. He watched the group trace the pencil's path with their eyes as it delved into the middle of the fray and collided with a head of sunny blond hair. It belonged to someone caught in a headlock and was still seeking escape, believing this distraction would ensure his success. One of those closest to him nudged his arm when he continued to neglect his surroundings.

"Hey, Jones. I think he's talkin' to you." The blond stopped wriggling in the firm and steady grip of his captor to look up, a silent question to his companion, and then to the boy who waited on the grass before him. He started when he saw the pencil's point as if it had hissed at him and he stared wide-eyed at the one who held it firm in his direction.

"Youwannawhatnow?" the blond said, arching an eyebrow. The other followed the first when the boy in front of him laughed and tilted his head.

"I want to draw you, silly! Do you want to be my model?" The blond only marveled at his child-like honesty so he continued, "I'm in Life Drawing class right now, but there weren't enough students for everyone to draw and model in pairs. I asked my professor if I could find someone outside class to draw and he gave the okay!"

That was when he walked briskly up to the blond and leaned down to his level, held his supplies in one hand while offering the other. "So, how about it? Are you free for a couple of minutes?"

The others in the group started to jeer at that blond, who was called Jones wasn't he, and they elbowed him, chuckling amongst themselves even as he broke free the arm that had held him fast. He stood to his full height and rubbed at his neck as he studied the boy in front of him, brow creased trying to decide. Instead, he asked a question.

"What's your name?"

"Feliciano Vargas," he said with another smile. His hand still hovered in the air in offering and the boy called Jones thought to take it after a moment. They shook once, but that moment was enough.

"Alfred F. Jones, at your service!" he announced with a sun-glistened grin. "So, where're we doing this?"

Feliciano had worked hard to flatter his model's natural features. The strong jaw firm with concentration, his sharp blue eyes fixed at a point on the wall, even the protrusion of tendons and knuckles in his hands as he balanced on them. His subject, Alfred Jones, had picked quite the unorthodox pose when Feliciano had prompted his imagination, which had somehow translated into to holding up his entire body by fists alone and keeping it completely horizontal. As surprising and impractical as it was, he couldn't bring himself to ask for something else when he saw the way it looked in front of him.

Alfred had been more or less a human table and Feliciano had giggled just a few times before he dove into sketching quick and accurate. He didn't want to risk losing such an interesting composition since it looked strenuous, even if Alfred hadn't shown any signs of strain after his first minute or two.

"How are you able to do that?" Feliciano asked to pass the time. Alfred turned his head to look at him before remembering he was supposed to keep still. He even had to suppress the instinct to shrug.

"I've been in the military, Marines to be exact, since I graduated high school. It's been a habit to exercise every day and stay in top shape even if I'm not active at the moment. I got enrolled not too long ago on Uncle Sam's pay no less!"

"You have an uncle who's paying for you tuition? He must be very nice!" Feliciano smiled as he worked to put the final notes on the image. Alfred looked confused for a moment but then laughed a little. Easy mistake?

"No, no. I meant the government, although it'd be pretty sweet if a relative actually offered. No one's doing me any favors like that though."

"Aw, why not? Don't they like you?"

"Eh, it's more like they know I'm an adult and I should be able to take care of it on my own. I can't deny there's plenty of help I can get but..."

"It's always nice to know that your family's around to support you."

"Yeah, exactly! My little bro was like that for me before I moved out, ya know?"

"Ooh, ooh, I have a brother! He came with me to this school! Isn't that cool?"

"Does he draw, like you?"

"No~ 'fraid not, but he doesn't like the same things as me. He likes to cook!"

"Sounds like fun! Is he any good?"

"Yes, big brother is the best! He's amazing at cooking pasta!"

"Sweet! Mine is an English and French literature double major, or, at least that's what he dreams he'll be doing. He's still in high school."

"Wow, that's a lot of work to do! He must be a hard worker."

"He sure is! Mattie loves all them books about writers and philosophers and junk."

"I like books with exotic locations and pretty ladies, and the hero is a suave charismatic kind of guy! He kicks bad guy butt and still manages to keep his cool and his girl!"

"Dude! That's like James Bond or something!"

"Eh, I prefer Fernand Mondego, or D'Artagnan in the movie version."

"Who? But, hey, Indiana Jones sometimes looks a little funny beating up Nazis, but he's got an awesome right hook!" Alfred did an impression of a boxer dealing out a few punches and Feliciano marveled at the strength he put behind them without even trying. He looked like a very convincing fighter the way muscles flexed and how strong his stance kept him in place.

"You look in tip top shape, Alfred. Maybe you could even beat Rocky up the stairs!" he said and smiled. Alfred laughed.

"I'd do more than that! He wouldn't even see the moves I'd put out!" He danced around a little bit, pretending to dodge his invisible opponent's moves as Feliciano giggled at the display. Hearing that made Alfred feel embarrassed and he came to an awkward stop with a sheepish grin.

"Hey, Feliciano?" Feliciano hummed in response which made Alfred laugh once. "This was pretty fun, don't ya think?" Feliciano nodded.

"Mmhm! I liked today! You did a really great pose and it was cool that we could talk like this. I didn't think I would find anyone to model for me so you really helped me out!" The two of them smiled at each other. Alfred was proud of himself for all his hard work and was glad that he could be the hero who saved Feliciano's day. Although, something came to mind that made him frown.

"Next time you have class, do you think you'll still be short a partner?" Feliciano looked surprised as if he hadn't thought of that thought for a moment.

"Well, if I'm lucky there might've been a student absent or a new student might transfer in."

"Yeah, maybe. It kinda seems like a long shot though." Alfred crossed his arms and furrowed his brow a bit. He thought about his schedule at the moment and figured that he had a little too much time to himself. Today had been a good change from staying at home and playing video games or doing nothing but homework; he needed to get out and do something with himself instead of staying cooped up. Something he wouldn't mind doing again. "How about this?"

Feliciano turned away from his thoughts and look up at him, wondering what he meant. "If you're short a partner next time you're in class, you can let me know and I'll come in and pose for you! Does that sound good?"

"You'd do that?" Feliciano was surprised Alfred would offer since he didn't take any art classes, as far as he knew, especially since they had just met.

"Of course I would!" Alfred cheered, "It wouldn't do to just help you once when you might not have a model later. Besides, I liked doing this. It was pretty awesome, to be honest."

"W-well, then that would be great, Alfred! Are you free around this time Tuesdays and Thursdays?"

"Yup! I'll let you know when I have plans but usually I'm just chillin' somewhere right now," he laughed. Feliciano's smile was competing against Alfred's grin for a Hollywood award and winning.

"Wahoo! This is great!" Feliciano jumped up and down. "You're such a great friend, Alfred. I really appreciate this!"

"Hey, don't worry about it. Just call me Al by the way-WOAH!" Alfred was interrupted by a brunette blur colliding with his chest and clinging on tight to his torso. He looked down to find Feliciano grinning back him. His cheeks wore a light blush from his excitement and he looked truly pleased by these turn of events. Alfred found himself smiling back just as bright. "Friends, huh? Sounds awesome."

Alfred walked into the parking lot feeling good. He whistled and twirled his keys as he strode in between cars glistening from the bright sun indeed satisfied with the day's events. After talking a bit more, he and Feliciano had exchanged cell phone numbers. Alfred was done with his classes for the day, he was on his way out when Feliciano had asked the favor, and his companion went farther into the campus to attend yet another art related class. It made Alfred wonder if he had completed all of his basics and was left with all the good stuff. That concept made sense to him seeing as Feliciano seemed to love that subject the most.

Once Alfred made it to the driver's side of his Mustang GT he stepped in and he started the engine, ready to navigate home. He had a little drive ahead of him since his family's house was an hour away but in the very least Alfred thought it was good to have reliable transportation. The radio had come to life with the engine and a heavy dance beat came from the speakers that made Alfred tap his fingers. He couldn't wait to tell his brother about the new friend he'd made.

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