Alfred's in college. He also has a girlfriend.

And Arthur is jealous.

Simply put, Arthur was jealous. Not of Alfred, that he had a girlfriend and Arthur didn't, but of Amelia, the girl that was dating Alfred.

Arthur had been trying to make a move on Alfred even since he discovered he liked him, which was in the 9th grade. Of course, the bloody American was too oblivious to notice any of the hints Arthur'd been dropping. He thought he'd had his chance when he was not only in the same college as Alfred, but the same dorm room as well. Turns out, between homework and keeping up a social life, not much time was spent between the two.

So finally, the fed up Arthur decided to take it to the next step forcefully, not really caring if Alfred didn't seem to pick up on anything. His not-so-confession went a little like this:

"Hey, Alfred, can I talk to you for a minute?" Arthur pulled Alfred off to the side after college ended on the way to the dorms.

"Hm? Yeah, sure! So, 'sup Artie?" Alfred said, following Arthur.

"Well... Erm... I wanted to talk to you about something," Arthur took a sudden interest in his feet.

"Well ain't that why you pulled me off to the side? C'mon! Spill!" Alfred said.

Arthur sucked up his courage and prepared himself for what would come next. "Alfred you see, I... I... I li-"

"Oh! There you are, Alfie! I've been looking for you everywhere! What're you doing back here?" suddenly Amelia appeared. Arthur cursed under his breath.

"Huh? Oh! Hey, 'sup Amy? I was just talking to Arthur here," Alfred turned around to face Amelia and jabbed his thumb at Arthur.

Arthur couldn't help but notice how Amelia was wearing a shirt that showed her stomach, completely against the rules, what people saw in Amelia he didn't have a clue. Arthur crossed his arms and huffed.

"Hey, Alfie, I got something to tell ya," Amelia said. Alfred took a glance at Arthur, asking for permission to leave. Arthur reluctantly nodded. As soon as he did, Amelia grabbed Alfred by the wrist and dragged him off somewhere.

Arthur curiously followed, but lagging, staying just within earshot to hear what they were talking about. Alfred and Amelia turned one final corner before stopping. Arthur hid himself behind the corner, close enough to hear but far enough away to not be seen.

"Hey, Alfie? I've really wanted to say this and..."

"Yeah, Amy? What is it?"

"Alfie, I... I..."

"Amy?"

"Alfie, I really like you and I totally think we should start dating!"

Arthur jumped at this and quickly looked around the corner, only to find a, in his head, horrifying image of Alfred and Amelia kissing. He sharply inhaled, alerting Alfred and Amelia to his whereabouts, and ran off in the general direction of the dorms.

It has been 3 months since then. Alfred and Amelia have been, for the most part, steadily dating since then.

And Arthur couldn't help but hate it.

So, hey, guys! If you couldn't tell, this is going to be a multi-chaptered fanfiction, delivered in small, ~500 word, bite-sized pieces! If this first part seems a little weak, it'll get better, I promise! If it doesn't, you have permission to smack me.

And, as per usual, if you find any mistakes, please notify me and I'll fix them as soon as possible, I'm not the greatest of proof-readers out there.

Ratings and reviews are much appreciated.

(Also, you know that feeling you get when you do something while you were half-conscious, then the next day you look at what you did, and just go 'what the-' when you read it over? Yeah. Was kinda debating whether to put this up or not.)