Chapter 11

Alfred wasn't sure how to react to his sister and the boy he liked cuddled together on the couch with Ariel's "Part Of Your World" blaring from the TV.

He had just gotten home from seeing Kiku to his house. He expected the two to be in their rooms fast asleep, and instead he found them leaning against each other, bowls and wrappers from discarded snacks littering the table and the dvd book open on the floor.

Alfred smiled to himself and fetched a blanket from the closet. He draped it over the pair. Arthur shifted and Alfred froze, afraid that he had woken him.

However, Arthur settled back and was once again deep asleep. Alfred pet his sister's hair before retiring to his own room.

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Arthur woke up with a sore neck. He began to stretch when he felt a weight against his chest. He rubbed the goo from his eyes and saw Amelia, fast asleep against him. He smiled and began shifting her off of his person and to the couch.

With the young girl freed from his body, Arthur stood and popped his back. He let out a soft groan and ruffled his already messy hair. He glared at the mess they had made the night before and set to cleaning the place.

About halfway done cleaning and a half a vag of garbage, Arthur heard one of the bedroom doors open. He raised his eyes to see Alfred, in his American flag underwear, emerging from his room. His wheat blond hair a crazy mess and his glasses balancing precariously on his nose.

"Good morning." Arthur called.

"Mornin'." Alfred yawned. "Is Amy still sleepin'?"

"I think so." Arthur said. "Sorry about the mess. I'll clean it."

"Don't worry about it." Alfred smiled. "I can help."

Arthur eyed him before shrugging and continuing to clean. Alfred joined his side and they cleaned in silence.

"Did you have a good time?" Arthur asked. He glanced at Alfred from the corner of his eye.

"Yeah. It was alright. It was nice to hang out with Angel and Antonio and Lovino again. Oh, Angel is gonna have Antonio and Lovino's baby. Isn't that great?" Alfred blabbered.

Arthur smiled and stuffed more garbage into his sack. "That's wonderful. How was Kiku?"

Alfred hesitated in his answer as he swept a few stray popcorn kernels into his hand. "He was okay. Quiet like usual."

"I see." Arthur tied a knot on his garbage bag.

"So," Alfred slid across the floor in his barefeet to stand behind Arthur. "How was the Disney marathon?"

"I had no idea people sang so much." Arthur said, he bumped Alfred's hip with his own.

"And why is singing such a bad thing?" Alfred grinned. He took Arthur's hand in his and placed his free hand on the shorter's hip.

Arthur smiled peacefully. He could live like this. Him and Alfred and Amelia. It was nice and calm. He was starting to love it.

"Nothing," he said as he slid his hand to alfred's shoulder. "Nothing at all."

The cowboy grinned and began to sway them around the partially clean living room. He began to sing.

"Let it fade to black,

Let me run my fingers down your back,

Let's whisper, let's don't talk,

Baby, leave my t-shirt in the hall."

Arthur looked up at Alfred's blue eyes. He couldn't believe that he was going to stay here. He must be crazy.

"Strip it down, strip it down

Back to you and me, like it used to be,

When it was an old back road and an old time beat,

Cowboy boots by your little bare feet."

Arthur smiled and rested his cheek on Alfred's chest. Right above his heart.

He could get used to this.

Author's Note: There. It's done.