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Alfred paced the hardwood kitchen floor, mumbling to himself. He was sweating like a sinner in church and just as nervous as one would be. He exhaled and closed his eyes. "Calm down. God you're such a pansy when it comes to this shit-"

"When it comes to what?"

Alfred snapped his head around to face Arthur who had just come down the stairs, hand on his hip and an eyebrow arched quizzically. Alfred chuckled nervously. He cleared his throat. "Nothin'." He sighed, attempting to calm himself down. "You look great!"

Arthur smiled and stuffed his hands in his dark emerald blazer. "Well, I am British. I know a thing or two about cleaning up."

Alfred rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He opened the door and stuck his other hand in the pocket of his black blazer, fumbling with his keys nervously. "Shall we?"

"We shall." Arthur smiled and walked out the door towards the car, nodding a thanks at Alfred who paused to shut and lock the door.

The car ride was silent, for the most part. Arthur would mention the weather and Alfred would nod and murmur an answer. Alfred would turn up the radio if he liked the song on, and Arthur would complain about how trashy it was. Both were more than aware of the tension filling the car. It was so thick you could cut it with a knife. The two had moved in together a few months after their special night, when Arthur had awoke in Alfred's arms and began frantically apologizing. Alfred only laughed and kissed the spazzing Brit and asked him out on another date.

"We're here."

Arthur looked up from his lap and chuckled. "This is Yao's place."

"Mmhmm." Alfred answered shifting the car into park and turning off the engine. "First place we ever had dinner together."

Arthur rolled his eyes and chuckled, stepping out of the car. "How romantic, but aren't we a tad over dressed?"

Alfred shrugged and held out his elbow for Arthur who gladly took it. "Well, we look hella good, don't we?"

Arthur winced. "Please, don't say hella good."

Alfred laughed and nodded as they stepped into the restaurant and got a table.

As they ate, Arthur was the one who held up most of the conversation, while Alfred fumbled with his napkin nervously and bit his lip.

"Are you even listening to me?"

Alfred flew back to Earth off of Cloud 9 and looked at Arthur. "Ah-."

"Are you ok?" Arthur reached across the table and touched Alfred's hand. The American jumped up at the contact, bumping both his knees on the the table, causing the tableware to clatter loudly. Arthur flinched back, surprised and looked up at Alfred wide-eyed. "Alfred-?"

"Bathroom!" Alfred yelped as he ran towards the restrooms. "Gotta use it!"

Alfred stared at his reflection in hatred. "You. Are. A. Failure." He ran a hand through his sweat dampened hair. "You had one job! One job!" He shook he lead and leaned on the counter, away from the mirror. "Idiot…"

The bathroom door opened and Arthur stepped into the restroom. Spotting the distraught American, Arthur locked the bathroom door and placed his hands on his hips. "What's wrong?"

Alfred's head snapped up and he groaned. "Nothing." Arthur tapped his foot, unimpressed. Alfred sighed. "I just- I didn't do something I was supposed to do."

"What?" Arthur walked towards the American, his facial expression returning to a more gentle one. "What didn't you do?"

Alfred shook his head and exhaled. "I had a whole speech prepared and we were gonna drink some wine and shit, but now I fucked that all up too and...UGH." Alfred groaned shaking his head once more.

Arthur chuckled. "I don't think you fucked anything up. In fact, I found that performance quite entertaining." Alfred looked up, letting a small smile grace his lips. "Why don't do you just what you wanted to do in here. Nobody is here except us." Arthur soothed with a smile. "As long as you aren't dumping me."

Alfred laughed. "I'm not. Actually the exact opposite…" Arthur's eyebrows rose and Alfred sighed. "Might as well." Inhaling deeply and exhaling and stuck his hand into his pocket and lowered himself onto his knee. "I'm just gonna skip the speech, ok?" Arthur shook his head, silently as he watched the American.

Arthur was right. No one from the restaurant's main dining hall heard them as Alfred murmured the four words, Arthur yelped his response and the American slid the gold band on Arthur's finger. No one heard them as they kissed and Alfred swung Arthur around the room in a tight embrace. No one heard them as they stood in the bathroom for fifteen minutes, and held each other.

No one except the small Chinese man in the stall to their right as he leaned on the wall and checked his watch again.

Yao sighed. "I don't deserve this."

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I know this was a short chapter and I'm sorry about that. I figured this would be enough closure for the story for now, I may continue this in the future but this is where I will be stopping right now. I am SO excited at how many people liked this story! It kept me motivated to write and keep this story going, so thank you again. I have another UsUk story idea I am planning to start soon so keep an eye out for that! Thank you again, and I'm glad you all liked it! Until next time! :)