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Collision of Worlds - 6/12
Title: Collision of Worlds
Author: mar_map
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Arthur Kirkland finds himself in the care of Alfred F. Jones when the two meet under abnormal circumstances, are chased by the police, and find themselves at the top of the most wanted list.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Hetalia: Axis Powers in any way.

Queen's Quarters

"You're crazy!"

"There's nothing crazy about breaking into Buckingham Palace," Arthur answered flatly. He crossed his arms in an angry fashion and turned his back to the American. No one bothered to look over at the couple sitting in the park. It wasn't that odd of a thing really. Thankfully it was rather secluded and when they sat facing each other it was easy to watch out for anyone potentially watching them. It was really the only place they ever went to when leaving the hanger where they'd made their humble little home. "I thought you were the hero, ready for any challenge thrown at you!"

"I am ready for anything! It doesn't mean I'll do anything!"

Arthur just grumbled angrily. "We're wanted criminals, there's probably a hefty bounty on our heads for capture, our best friends - and bosses - have been kidnapped and we're the likely suspects, we have no leads, and you refuse to call the only person who could potentially give us information at this point. What other choice do we have?"

Alfred leaned forward angrily. This was the first fight they'd actually had in months. When they'd first been on the run, it had all been about danger and staying safe. They'd looked out for each other and quickly grown an attraction to one another. Arguments since then had been far and in between. Going back to the arguing routine they'd had the first day they'd met was not particularly pleasant on Arthur's part. He'd grown used to a thoughtful Alfred. He was sure he'd mellowed out quite a bit as well. The Englishman knew he'd lost his fire, but maybe that wasn't such a bad thing to have come back.

"I don't get why you even want to attempt that in the first place!"

"The White House is all closed up. There's no person that goes in or out of the place without perfect authorization. The building is swarming with officers no doubt, even after all this time. The Secret Service will have the place under perfect lock down to keep the rest of the Presidential family safe. Buckingham Palace on the other hand may be accessible."

"For what?"

"To figure out why the Queen was in America. Unless of course, you have the information and conveniently forgot to mention it to me." There was obvious bite in Arthur's words, and they only seemed to aggravate Alfred more, not that Arthur cared, of course. The American simply stared at him furiously as if daring him to say any more. Arthur almost did out of spite.

Finally Alfred gave up. He turned away himself and suddenly neither of them were watching behind the other for danger. "I have no idea why they were meeting. I was just told you were coming a couple of hours before you did. Business stuff I guess."

"Well, that was quite a conclusion. They were meeting over business things."

Alfred hissed angrily at the spite and sarcasm that was quite obvious in Arthur's tone. He was ready to make a sharp retort of his own when a child screamed nearby in the park. The both of them immediately unfolded their arms and turned to each other.

Nervous looks were passed over the other's shoulders for any signs of danger. Arthur caught the sight of a mother rushing over to her son who had fallen off a swing. He relaxed almost immediately. Nothing of real harm. Well, with the exception of the guilt. It clouded him immediately. His brows knitted together in concern, and he immediately regretted his actions.

"I'm sorry!"

"So am I, Alfred." Arthur was surprised that Alfred had rushed his apology first. They both knew they were at fault. If anything would have happened to Alfred because he hadn't been paying attention to his side of the park he would regret it forever. "I understand that you don't want to use Captain Ron's help. He did seem to dislike you. There was no reason for me to get angry."

Alfred nodded in an ashamed fashion. "I know you just want to help the Queen. She's your only friend. I want to help the President too. I shouldn't have just called you crazy. I should have actually listened." They sounded like small children who had just been told to reconcile by their parents after a fight. Arthur knew that, it didn't mean he had to care though. He was just glad to not be arguing with Alfred anymore. The kiss that followed was far from childish however. It was cut short due to both of their nerves over danger coming.

"So, are we agreed on going to Buckingham Palace?"

"How do you expect to get on a plane? We're public enemies number one and two. There's no way we're just going to be able to waltz into the airport without every FBI agent swarming at us."

"Then we find a private plane."

Alfred's lips pursed. "Can you fly a plane? We can't just hire some pilot to fly us across the Atlantic with no questions. Do you know how many strings would be attached to that? There's no chance we'd get out unscathed."

A new anger was building up within the Englishman. He didn't dare let any of that show, less he start up another argument. It was nice to be on speaking terms with the American. "What do you suggest we do then?" All right, so maybe there was a bit of annoyance in his voice, but he couldn't help that!

There was a bright smirk forming on the American's lips. "It just so happens that I can fly a plane. To make it way more awesome I happen to own a private plane."

"You could have said that earlier."

"Where's the fun in that?"

A nervous shiver ran through Arthur's form. All right, so maybe the idea had seemed good before, but now Arthur just wanted out. He hadn't considered the condition of the plane when he'd decided with Alfred that the other's plane would be their best option. He also hadn't considered at the time that Alfred probably wasn't the best option for a pilot either.

Alfred climbed up into the plane beside Arthur. He kissed the other quickly before pulling his goggles on over his eyes. "Relax, Artie," he laughed comfortingly when he noticed the other's tension. It wasn't at all comforting to the Englishman. "I've got some connections over in Wales. We'll fly there and see where that puts us."

There was no way that Arthur was going to trust himself to speak. Instead he just nodded a bit violently before cringing as Alfred started the plane. The propellers spun around violently as the wheels squeaked somewhat while the American directed the plane from the barn. No hanger, nothing of the sort. They were in a barn.

"Take a nap, Artie! We'll be there in no time!"

They were not, in fact, there in no time. In fact, it actually took a long time, and while Arthur did somehow manage to find some time to sleep during the trip it hadn't been restful. The moments had been far between, and Arthur was more than happy when they touched the ground outside of London. Arthur recognized the city immediately when they flew nearby.

He didn't bother to even correct the other irritably about his mix-up over Wales opposed to their actual landing in London. Instead he simply removed himself from the plane as quickly as he could. The Englishman was actually shaking from the trip. This was just ridiculous!

Alfred simply turned a few dials and pulled himself out. He laughed as he came around the plane to stand beside Arthur. The other still had his goggles on, and he seemed quite happy about the whole trip. Actually, he had seemed quite thrilled the entire time. The smile on his lips had never left during flight - that Arthur had seen, of course.

"That was fun? Why so shaky?" Alfred chuckled before pulling his goggles off. He took Arthur's goggles from his shaking hand and tossed both pairs into the airplane. Arthur simply glared after him though it held little conviction. At the moment he was more preoccupied with putting up a strong face. He was terrified of having to return back to America in the plane. Hopefully everything would be figured out by then and he would never have to go back.

"You do know there's a rather large difference between Cardiff and London, right?" Arthur finally snapped in an effort to cover up his shakiness. In fact, it was a much better occurrence for them to arrive in London rather than Cardiff. Arthur wasn't about to tell Alfred that, however.

The taller blond's face scrunched up dramatically. "You sure?" Arthur just sighed in irritation before making his way out of the hanger they had occupied with the plane. Even if the flight hadn't been that pleasant, Arthur couldn't say that Alfred was a terrible pilot. In fact, his landing skills had been phenomenal. Not that Arthur would ever tell that to the American's face of course. They would just boost the other's ego, and that was certainly something no one needed.

"Where are we?" It was beautiful outside. The sky was a bright colour, and it made Arthur smile immediately. Alfred watched him lovingly as he came closer. The Englishman hadn't realized just how much he'd missed the English countryside in the time he'd been gone. Six month really was a long time. It had been so long since he'd been home.

"There's a German guy who lives here," Alfred answered quietly. He hated to speak and disrupt the Englishman's serene expression. It was a face he'd never seen the other make, and he loved it. "He owes me a favor or two."

"He owns all this?"

"Yeah, he does. He built it all up from scratch. There was nothing here. His brother used to date mine, see," Alfred explained. Arthur pulled his eyes away to look over at the other. "That was a way long time ago though, like, before I met the President. The guy, Gilbert, he got really sick and they were dating long distance anyway. It was just best to cut the relationship off. The guy who owns this place built everything here for Gilbert."

Arthur allowed himself to lean against the other. "That's beautiful. It's almost like a love story." He smiled somewhat to himself. It wasn't a love story, of course. After all, the two were brothers, not lovers. The shorter of the two caught a furtive glance up at the other blond who was now looking out of the doors.

Would Alfred go to such lengths for him? Had he already with this crazy plan to travel to Buckingham Palace? Arthur already knew the consequences if either of them got caught. There was an incredibly real chance that Alfred wouldn't make it out alive.

A gentle tug made Arthur realize that Alfred had caught his staring. The American simply smiled at him endearingly as if he found the entire display adorable - and Arthur wasn't adorable in any sense of the word - and tugged a bit more. "Let's go get some sleep. It's been a long time since we last slept, and we're still on American time. We'll figure out just what we're going to do later."

Alfred led Arthur by the hand into a locked room in the back. The American had a key he'd pulled from the cockpit of the plane that easily unlocked the door. Inside was a small bed, a couch, and a small television that Arthur was pretty sure didn't work. If it did, reception had to be terrible.

"What if your German friend comes in?"

"He won't. He'll leave the plane alone and everything. He owes me some favors, remember?"

Arthur just shook his head at the other's trusting nature. After all this time, he still had it in some regards. "Go to sleep, Artie, I'm here to protect you." Arthur wanted to ask who was there to protect him if something went wrong, but he was just too tired to form the right words.

The slam of a door startled Arthur into wakefulness. He would have been on his feet if they hadn't immediately tangled themselves in the sheets on the bed. Well, this was going to be good. He was going to be arrested because he'd tripped and fallen due to sheets. It would make a good headline, he supposed. Well, not to mention his apparent lack of clothes for he was only wearing his boxers now. When had that happened?


Arthur blinked in confusion. He heard Alfred groan. "I told you to be quiet!" he grumbled angrily. The blond in the doorway holding a tray with two cups looked somewhat ashamed of his actions. "Don't worry about it, I guess. Too late now. 'Morning, Artie, or good night, I guess. I didn't want to wake you or anything."

"I apologize for waking you," the man in the doorway said. He set the tray on the table in front of the couch where Alfred was sitting. Alfred was fully clad. Arthur was bright red and soon covering himself back up on the bed. "I'm Ludwig, I own the estate."

Before the Englishman could speak, he had to clear his throat. "I-I'm Kirkland, Arthur Kirkland. I really appreciate you allowing us to barrow your home for the time being. I promise we won't intrude for too long." It only occurred to Arthur after he'd said it that he probably shouldn't be giving this stranger his name. What if Alfred was using a fictitious name? Had Arthur just given the entire game away?

"Alfred is a friend," the German told him. "I know about the predicament the two of you are in at the moment. Alfred was telling me about your plan to break into Buckingham Palace. I think the idea is crazy myself, but I would like to help if I can. You just need to ask."

"And I told you that this was better as a two person job," Alfred told the other.

"We do appreciate the offer though. If we ever need anything we'll be sure to tell you." An almost annoyed glare was sent at Alfred who immediately balked and frowned at him.

"I understand. It is really more of a one person job, correct?" The German focused his attention on Alfred quite firmly. Arthur could still see the almost sad look in his eyes though. A sobered up look came to Alfred's face as he nodded. Arthur simply watched the display with his emerald eyes and decided that it would be best not to ask any questions. "It was quite a pleasure to see the both of you."

A gentle smile and nod was Arthur's answer to Ludwig. The German was frowning again - Arthur had the impression he did that a lot - as he left. "Alfred, why am I naked?" was the first question that came from Arthur's lips the moment that the door closed and left the two of them alone.

Alfred smirked over at him with a mixture of mischievousness and playfulness. "You look better that way." Arthur simply gawked at him. He wanted to point out that that was pretty much harassment, but he didn't have the voice to tell him out of embarrassment especially because they'd never actually seen each other like, well...like that.

Alfred stood up from his seat on the couch and came over to the bed. He crawled up to straddle the other's hips and leaned down to brush their noses. Arthur found himself reaching up to kiss gently at the other's lips. Arthur found his lips curving up into a happy smile at the same time that Alfred's did the same.

"I'm so in love with you," Alfred mumbled happily against his lips. He met them again but the moment he noticed Arthur's sudden unresponsiveness he paused. "Artie?" The moment he caught the sight of Arthur's devastated expression he smiled sadly. "You don't have to say it back yet. I just need to make sure that you know. We could die at any time. I want to make sure you know in case it's too late. I love you."

Arthur let his arms wrap around Alfred's neck. He was so ashamed with himself for not being able to say the words back to the other. Tears began to well up in his eyes unhappily. Why couldn't he say the words back to the other? This was love he felt, right? If it was love why couldn't he say that?

"Arthur, please don't cry." Gentle lips touched just under his eyes at the tears. The loving tone in the American's voice only caused Arthur's tears to come down his cheeks faster. Alfred seemed at a complete loss for what to do and searched Arthur's face for any sign of what he should do sadly. Alfred had probably never dealt with a crying lover before, especially not a male one.

He was so weak.

The Englishman allowed his fingers to lace through Alfred's straw-coloured hair and tug at the locks between his fingers. Alfred took his as a signal to kiss the other again, and he was more than happy to oblige. He wanted to do whatever would make Arthur happy again.

"What's going to happen to us after this is over, Alfred?"

"Let's just make sure we're not thrown in prison first."

"This doesn't look like much of a palace," Alfred dead-panned. He watched the activity outside Buckingham Palace skeptically. There wasn't much for the American to watch, there was very few people out at the current hour of the morning.

Arthur just sent the American a somewhat irritated look. He really had no room to talk when it came to government buildings. "Welcome to Buckingham Palace." There was plenty of windows but no chance that they would get in one of them undetected.

"We can get tickets for a tour later. It'll have to be this afternoon though. Sometime when it's crowded so we can sneak away." Arthur looked up at Alfred in surprise. When the American had sudden strokes of genius, Arthur still found himself surprised when it happened. He really shouldn't have been all that shocked anymore. As he'd found out, Alfred actually had a degree in some science field. That was more than Arthur could claim. He hadn't even graduated out of college.

"Let's just hope that because of the Queen..." Alfred nodded sympathetically in understand when Arthur trailed into silence. Arthur just returned the nod and forced himself to smile when Alfred linked their fingers. "Let's just hope that they're still having tours. Security might have closed down the building to tourists for the time being."

Alfred gave Arthur's hand a quick squeeze before releasing him. The Englishman couldn't help but feel empty when he did that. A small pout formed on his lips, a new habit he'd picked up from the American over the past couple of months.

When he seemed to notice the other's pout, he smiled apologetically. "I'll go over and get us some tickets. Sit down, you should relax. If you're all tense we won't do well later. You do know the layout of the building, right?"

"Of course I know where we're going if that's what you're asking!" Arthur crossed his arms over his chest angrily. The Englishman was far from angry, however. IT was always good to use a playful front with the taller male.

Alfred placed a gentle kiss on Arthur's forehead. He smiled lovingly. "Just making sure. I was always so high and mighty about knowing my way around the White House." Alfred glanced around the nearly deserted court secretly. He leaned down to whisper secretively in Arthur's ear. Apparently he was about to disclose some incredibly sensitive information. "I meant to be in the Oval Office that day we met. The couch in there is really comfy. I have no idea where we actually were."

"You bloody twat!" Arthur growled affectionately. He uncrossed his arms, and Alfred ducked before Arthur could swat him. It did place him in the perfect position for Arthur to ruffle Alfred's hair. The Englishman couldn't do that normally with how tall the other was. "How am I supposed to deal with you?"

"I'm perfectly easy to deal with! You on the other hand, Artie..." Alfred laughed even when the Englishman clubbed him behind the ear. "You know I love you anyway, Artie!" The tall American stood to his feel height and wrapped Arthur in a rather embracing hug.

Arthur fought his way out of the hold, hissing and spitting the entire way. Alfred just laughed and the smaller blond couldn't help but smile at him somewhat. Alfred received a gentle pat on the head from the Englishman.

When he received the smile, Alfred seemed to know he was out of danger. It wasn't that he'd been in any real danger. It was always good to be cautious with Arthur though. He could get incredibly emotional in no time at all.

"I'll go get those tickets then."

"Oh, no, you're not leaving me here alone."

"I'm not leaving you alone. I'll be over there, that's all." It seemed like pointing in the direction he was going was supposed to prove to Arthur that he would be perfectly safe.

Arthur's wasn't buying that; he latched his arm around Alfred's "I know you've seen all the good action movies. If you split up, something bad always happens." This was the real world, not an action movie, but the principals were still the same, right?

Alfred seemed to think oppositely. He chuckled slightly at the smaller Englishman. "You're adorable. You just want the hero by your side, I get it, it makes sense. Who wouldn't want this, after all?" At that exact moment Alfred began to pose heroically. Arthur couldn't help but laugh. He leaned against Alfred nuzzling against his shoulder lovingly.

The woman at the information center didn't pay too much attention to them. In fact, she seemed a little annoyed that they'd dare disturb her so early in the morning. However, when Alfred flashed his bright smile, she seemed to soften. She smiled back at him though not nearly as warmly. "What can I help you with today?" she asked delicately.

"We were wondering if there were tickets available for a tour this afternoon." He gestured to Buckingham Palace behind them as if to emphasize his point. The woman working at the counter nodded knowingly.

"What time?"

She was turning to her computer ready to get them tickets for their desired time. "Two?" Alfred asked sheepishly. Arthur just nodded to confirm the time. The Englishman nearly jumped when Alfred's hand brushed his unexpectedly. A light reddening came to his cheeks when he allowed Alfred to lace their fingers together again. He caught the American smiling at him gently.

It was startling to realize the woman was still there when she spoke. "Here you are, two tickets for the afternoon tour." She passed them over to Alfred easily. It didn't seem that she'd noticed the tender moment she had interrupted. It was probably for the best though. The more they were distracted from their goal the longer they would have to be in hiding.

"Now we wait."

"I hate waiting."

Out of the corner of his emerald eyes, Arthur was keeping a close watch on the female tour guide in the front of the group. With the way she kept switching the company's attention around the rooms, she was making it really quite impossible to sneak away.

Time was beginning to press on the Englishman's shoulders. If they didn't get out of the group soon they would lose their chance to escape into Buckingham Palace alone. He was sure the tour would be drawing to a close soon. "Now, as we continue this way," the female guide called to their rather large group.

This was it! Their opening was finally here!

Arthur gripped Alfred's arm tightly and as a majority of the group had passed around the next corner, Arthur fell against the wooden paneling. Alfred let out an incredibly unheroic squeak that Arthur quickly covered. They toppled into a mass on the ground, limbs tangled together.

The Englishman scurried to his feet to arrange the paneling they'd just come through back to its normal position. "Artie!" A heated emerald glared shushed him immediately. Arthur listened carefully but by the sounds of things, no one had noticed they'd gone missing from the group. If they were lucky, no one ever would. "Whoa, what happened to this place?"

When he deemed that they were safe for the time being, Arthur allowed himself to evaluate the room they'd entered. "They've been doing searches in here," Arthur answered calmly. A sharp pain entered his chest at the sight. Nothing was broken but all the books had been pulled from the shelves, and the shelves themselves were being torn down.

"Is this the Queen's room?"

"No," Arthur answered. He could feel more tears welling up in his eyes. "It's mine." He stepped forward to gently run his finger along the polished wood of his desk. The pictures from the top of his desk were gone and no where to be seen. They'd probably been taken for use later by the authorities. "We should go, there's not a lot of time, we could be found at any minute. The Queen's room is just through here."

There was another passage that led directly from his room to the Queen's. It was the most private of the passages. The Queen and himself were the only two who knew of its existence. Well, it was very likely that Charles knew as well. Charles always seemed to know. Where was Charles now? Was he even still alive?


"Don't worry about me, Alfred. The Queen and the President are what matter. Everything in here was just a possession. Possessions can be replaced. People can't." He stepped through the newly displaced paneling to enter the Queen's chambers.

"Arthur, you act like you don't care all the time, but I can see you hurting inside. Won't you talk to me?" Alfred was practically pleading. Arthur didn't dare look back to see what he was sure was a puppy-dog expression on Alfred's face. He didn't want anyone's pity, especially not Alfred's.

Arthur shook his head while heading to the Queen's own desk. "There's nothing to talk about, Alfred. That life in there is gone now." He sat down in the Queen's chair and proceeded to open the drawers in search of any clues as to why the Queen had been traveling to America.

"It is about time the both of you arrived. It is so very nice of you to finally join us." The two looked up in fear and surprise at the sound of another voice. There as a man in the corner gun trained pointedly on Alfred - he was obviously the largest threat.

The man was unfamiliar in his stripped suit. There was a light smirk playing across his lips. It seemed he thought it a great accomplishment to have finally succeeded in finding them. Arthur couldn't help but wonder who he was. He sounded American, which explained why he wasn't at all familiar. The look on Alfred's face clearly showed that he didn't know the identity of their captor either.

"You see, I've been waiting a very long time for the two of you to finally come. Where have the two of you been hiding for the last six months? You're very good at it, though I'm sure the two of you have friends working with you. A certain Francis Bonnefoy for starters." When Arthur flinched, the man's smirk widened. "Yes, I know Mr. Bonnefoy sent you a warning. Mr. Beillschmidt gave you a place to spend the night."

"Don't touch him!" Alfred growled.

"Oh, Mr. Ludwig Beillschmidt is just fine, Mr. Jones. His brother on the other hand, Gilbert, is it? His name doesn't really matter though, does it? He may not be as fine." The unknown man cocked his gun when it was obvious Alfred meant to tackle him. "Now, now, Mr. Jones, I would reconsider if I were you. Of course, shooting you would be no fun. Mr. Kirkland on the other hand." The gun was not pointed in Arthur's direction.

The Englishman didn't dare take his eyes off of the suited man. He heard Alfred make a strangled noise of protest, but the shorter blond quieted him. "Don't give him the satisfaction of watching you squirm, Alfred." Despite his cool words he was terrified inside. He didn't want to die yet. "Would you like to inform us of your name, sir?"

"How stupid do you think I am? I'm not about to say my name aloud when others could be listening." The man sneered at Arthur, and this just seemed to set Alfred off more than he already was. Arthur let out a small hiss at him to calm himself.

"Put down the weapon!" another voice shouted. It was surprisingly female. "Put down the weapon, Hamlet!" The man growled in displeasure at the intrusion. Only the interruption of more people drew Arthur's attention away from the gun still pointed at him.

"You're not really in the position to negotiate. I'll kill him, don't think I won't." He made emphasized motions at Arthur, but while he was paying more attention to the two invading the room, he hadn't noticed Alfred come from the side. The American tackled the other to the ground, wrestling the gun from his grip.


The sound of a gunshot rang through the room.

"Run!" Ron Butcher of the Secret Service yelled at him.

Arthur hesitated. He couldn't leave without Alfred! When it was clear that Arthur didn't plan on moving, Ron let out an angry growl. He lowered his gun and swept by Arthur, taking a strong grip - though not nearly as strong as Alfred's - and pulled him out of the room.

"Alfred! No, we can't leave Alfred!" the Englishman protested. He pulled at Ron's grip on him. There was a cracking sound, and Ron released him with a hiss of pain. When he found himself free, he made a mad dash back for the Queen's chambers but more hands managed to find him and hold him back.

"Calm yourself! We must get out of here!" The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but Arthur wouldn't allow himself to process that. All that mattered was getting back to Alfred. Was he the one who had been shot? Why had he pulled such a foolish stunt? Arthur could feel tears falling fast down his cheeks. When had that happened?

More hands reached at him until they finally managed to get the upper hand with more strength and pull him down the halls of Buckingham Palace and finally into a waiting car outside. "Let me go, bloody wankers!" The doors clicked locked and pulled into motion before he could get out of them. "Alfred!"

Everything was a blur and all he could process was that he had to get back to Alfred and these people were keeping them apart. He didn't care that he was probably being sent to prison somewhere. Alfred could be dead right now. His emerald eyes were blinded by the tears.

"I'm sorry, cher." Definitely familiar.

"Francis, we have to save Alfred!"

"We cannot, cher," Francis replied apologetically. Arthur could practically hear the pain in the Frenchman's voice. Why did he have any right to be in pain? The best course of actions seemed to be to pound against Francis' chest to take away his aggression out on the other, so Arthur did just that. "They'll get him back for you, cher. There's no need to cry."

The Frenchman seemed to understand that wouldn't sooth him though. He allowed Arthur to take out his frustration and anger on him until he calmed down to simply crying weakly against his shoulder. "What if - what if he's dead, Francis?"

"I'm sure he's in the car right behind us," Francis answered, but he didn't seem at all sure of that.