I'm ready. No, I'm more than ready.

Arthur thought to himself as he paced back and forth in his room. Alfred had finally decided to tell Emily and his stepfather about their relationship. The two had discussed this for days; however, the nerves had finally caught up with the Brit.

At first Arthur wasn't too keen on the idea of Alfred's parents learning of the more than friendly relationship their son had foraged with his best friend, but Alfred believed they had a right to know of their son's love life and Arthur couldn't argue that.

It's only dinner with Alfred's parents. It's not like I'm meeting his whole family, right?

Arthur stopped and took the few steps toward the bay windows and leaned against the wall to his right. He could see Alfred in his own room. Raising an eyebrow, Arthur continued to watch the American, pacing back and forth just as Arthur had done moments before. However, Alfred didn't seem to be pacing from nervousness, he looked to be distracted by his closet and the large pile of clothes on his bed.

What is he up to now?

Arthur leaned closer to the glass of the window and laughed when he saw Alfred comparing two almost identical shirts. Arthur smiled as he pulled out his phone.

Alfred was picking out an outfit for dinner with his parents and Arthur when his phone rang.

"Hello?" Alfred said and smiled when he was greeted by a familiar British accent.

"Go with the black polo, it will bring out your eyes." Arthur sighed over the phone when Alfred started to look around the room for the Brit.

"Outside your window," Arthur instructed and waved to the smiling American from his own window.

"How long have you been watching me?" Alfred asked as he went back to search for the black polo he had held just moments before.

"Not long. I was giving myself a pep talk and saw you digging in that clothing abyss you call a closet,"

"Hmm, my closet isn't that messy. At least it isn't stuffed to the brim with unicorns," Alfred teased.

Making sure Alfred was looking; Arthur gasped and put a hand on his chest, but smiled when he heard Alfred chucking on to the other line.

"So black it is then. Oh yeah, Scott was over here today. He invited my Folks to the party. They told him about our last set of games next week. Sounded like he was really excited to see you play," Alfred looked out his window to see Arthur frown and turn away.

"I doubt he really wants to see me play. Maybe he and Liam already have a plan to humiliate in front of the entire school. Just Kidding, knock on wood," Arthur sighed and turned back towards the window, making eye contact with Alfred.

"You know, I'd love to sit here and chat, but I've got an important dinner to get ready for. So, I'm going to close my curtains now," Alfred started to close the light blue curtains, but stopped and shot Arthur a devilish grin, "Unless you wanted to watch," and hung up.

Arthur stood at his window for a moment, processing what the American had said, before he flipped Alfred off, muttered a few unkind words, and closed his own curtains.

Arthur swallowed loudly before he rang the door bell to the Jones family home.

We'll he goes nothing.

The large cherry stained wood door opened revealing Alfred. Smiling from ear to ear, the American stepped out and closed the door behind him, looked around, and then snaked his arms around Arthur's waist.

"Hey there darlin'," the larger boy smiled when Arthur snickered at the pet name. However, the Brit smiled and wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck. He would never admit it, but Arthur secretly loved the way simple words such as darling or sweetheart rolled off of the Americans tongue.

"You look really..." Alfred paused, looking for the words to describe Arthur's attire, "out of character" He finally said.

"Hmm? Oh, sorry about this. I forgot to wash my clothes and scrambled to find something descent to wear. At least my shirt looks presentable for your parents." Arthur gestured to his outfit, which consisted of a simple white button up, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, a slim red tie, black vest, red plaid jeans, and boots. It wasn't punk, but they were however, what was left of his punk days.

"Actually, I think it looks good on you," Alfred pulled Arthur into a quick kiss.

"We should probably head inside," Alfred said and kissed Arthur's forehead, "Mattie and I cooked so you get to taste my amazing cooking skills unlike yours,"

"My cooking isn't bad! You just don't appreciate good food even if it hit you in the face!" Arthur retorted as the two made their way into the dining room.

"Yeah because it hit me too hard in the stomach first," Alfred stuck his tongue out.

"Arthur, you look nice tonight," Emily said as the two boys entered the dining room.

"Thank you,"

"Well Arthur, you know Sean, right?" Alfred said as he gestured to the large brunet man sitting at the end of the dining table.

"Of course, we met at one of the games," Arthur said and shook the Sean's hand. Sean was big enough to make Alfred look scrawny.

"Ah, that's right. You have some potential, Arthur. You've got a great sprint and you seem to be good at hitting every ball that comes to you. I was surprised to find out you're from England. Have you been playing for long?" Sean seemed to beam when he spoke about the sport.

"Hehe… I just started playing when I joined the team, actually. To be honest I wasn't too fond of the idea of baseball. However, now that I have played it for a while, it is fun." Arthur blushed at Alfred's accomplished smile.

Arthur rolled his eyes and sat down. The Brit's nerves had set it again as Alfred brought diner to the table. Arthur couldn't help but stare at the table, he know what was coming next. Alfred held Arthur's hand under the table and squeezed it.

Shifting his eyes from the table to Alfred's face he could tell there was no turning back.

"Mom, Sean? Before we eat, I have something to say," Alfred paused, "Actually, Arthur and I have something to say,"

Alfred's parents both sat up straight.

"You have our attention Alfred," Emily smiled and placed a hand on Alfred's.

"Well Mom and Sean. This may come as a shock, but I'm dating someone. And I think it's becoming pretty serious,"

"Honey, is that all you had to say?" Emily asked looking as if she was expecting more.

"Well, no. I wanted you to meet them. I really think you'll like them. And I felt that it may be time to tell you before you find out from someone else, like the lady down the street that hates my guts…" Alfred smiled sweetly at both his parents.

The American looked at Arthur and motioned for them to stand. His green eyes darted to every face in the room, before settling on Matthew's. Matthew nodded and smirked.

With a deep breath Arthur stood, revealing his and Alfred's intertwined hands.

"I'd like you guy's to meet my boyfriend, Arthur. He's a bit stuffy and can't cook for the life of him, but he'll grow on you if you give him time," Alfred said then kissed the back of Arthur's hand. That was it, everything was out. The very thing Arthur denied for so many years and even detested about himself was now out in the open. There really was no way to turn back, no way to run away screaming, and now way to know what was ahead for the two boys standing at the dinner table.

However, the Brit wasn't going to run away. He would stand up tall and do the only thing he really could do in that moment. He stood next to Alfred and supported the American's decision. And that was exactly how he wanted it.

Sean was the first to break the silence.

"Alfred, Arthur, are you sure this is what you two want?" he asked calmly.

The boys glanced at each other and smiled.

"Yes, we're sure," Arthur said and Sean nodded, smiling at the two.

"Mom, Are you okay with this?" Emily smiled got up to hug Alfred and Arthur.

"My boys, I love you both. I am so happy you could both trust us enough to tell us this," Emily kissed Alfred's forehead then frowned as she turned to Arthur, "Arthur Have you told your parents about this?"

"No, they would never understand. My father has made it pretty clear that he wants nothing to do with a gay son, if I tell him he'll most likely disown me." Arthur said rubbing the back of his neck. "I won't keep in secret forever. I just don't think it's the right time,"

"As much as it pains me to say this, I agree. Your mother wouldn't have a problem, but the way your father expressed his disapproval of you past. I just hope he doesn't shut you out when you do tell him." Emily hugged Arthur tightly.

"Alright who wants to eat? Mattie and I made roasted chicken and roasted veggies," Alfred said drooling over his and Matthew's creation.

"Dig in, I guess," Matthew said quietly.

Who would have known that school could be so time-consuming... well, anyway, I'm back for the summer until my classes start this fall! So, I have tons of time to actually write about things that I want to write about!