a/n: yeah its been a while, ya know with Halloween and such. Also, I've been humoring Russia, because he is bent on invading and taking over my mind. But here's the 4th chapter finally, as Lithuania is there to distract Ivan. I had trouble with this one...... and er...they are very awkward...I'm not good at feelings....=3=
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Ch: 4- Hands
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"You are such a brat you know." Arthur said seriously. Alfred let go quickly in surprise.
"What?"
"You. Are. A. Brat." Arthur smirked. Alfred's expression was dumbstruck. "But really, what was the big deal about the Stamp Act? You pretty much flipped out."
"Your mom flipped out."
"Wait, what?" Alfred burst out laughing. Arthur hit him upside the head. "You're an idiot."
"Bullocks." Arthur froze. Alfred had a smug grin on his face.
"Whu-" That was his word. "What on Earth is wrong with you right now?"
"You." The Brit was taken aback. Why was Alfred acting like this all of a sudden?
"Alfred, why are...you...um....Al...fred....?" Arthur couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence, taking a moment to register that Alfred had started to caress his cheek and moved on to run fingers through his hair. "Alfred, what are you doing?" The American immediately stopped and brought his hands back in embarrassment.
"S-sorry. I'm very sorry." Arthur knew that Alfred was apologizing for more than just that. Alfred was avoiding eye contact, fiddling with the edge of his sleeve, seeming to be trying to become unnoticed, which was far too out of his character for Arthur to be able to stand.
"Forget about it." Alfred looked up questioningly.
"Huh?" Arthur calmly put his hand on top of Alfred's with a kind smile. Alfred nearly jumped out of his skin and he could swear his heart almost stopped.
"I said it's alright, Alfred." Arthur paused. "And I'm sorry that I could never swallow my pride and just go to one of your silly parties." Alfred was flabbergasted.
"They're not silly!" He huffed with his arms crossed, like a little kid.
"You have always been such a child!" Alfred smirked at the fuming Arthur and lightly punched his shoulder.
"Why so serious?" He smiled. Then it finally got through to Arthur.
"You haven't been serious this whole time!"
"Nope! Well, I was serious when I said I was sorry, but besides that nope!"
"You're a bloody jerk, I really thought something was a matter a moment ago!"
"Oh yeah..." Alfred brought his hand back to Arthur's cheek. "I especially wasn't sorry for this..." He gave Arthur a modest smile, who blushed in return. A little more seriously, he told Arthur "You know, I've really missed you." as he wrapped his arms around him in another hug. Arthur carefully wiggled out of the embrace.
"Then don't leave me again, stupid!" Alfred seemed pouty.
"Eh? What do you mean, it's not like I-" He was about to say that it's not like he could gain independence from himself, but was interrupted by Arthur's hands pushing his back against the chair. However, Alfred seemed amused. "Geez, make up your mind. You won't let me give you a simple hug, yet it seems like you keep feebly trying to give me some sort of love confession." He had on a smug grin that most people would want to punch off his face.
"And you wonder why I couldn't face you after the war. It wasn't just my pride, idiot." Alfred had said that half-joking, expecting Arthur would deny it.
"Arthur...you mean..." Taking off Alfred's glasses first, Arthur nervously yet passionately pushed Alfred back against the chair into a kiss. After a moment, Arthur jumped back to his chair a few feet away, his face bright red and his eyes wide.
"S-s-sor-"
"Gawd, finally! Ha ha what a relief!"
"......Pardon?" His brows furrowed in confusion.
"You see, it's been quite a while since I reflected and realized that well...I was so childish back then (Like you aren't still?) and may have overreacted. But I didn't want to lose you forever. That's why I always invite you and nag you to join. It's because I love you too much, and I got worried that you would hate me. So....er....yeah...."
"Was that you trying to be romantic and good with words? Because you failed." Alfred laughed.
"As expected, it's not really something I'm an expert in I guess. But I got my point across, yeah?"
"I suppose so." Arthur said with a smug smile.
"Well good. So now I won't feel bad for showing you finally." Alfred got up and sat on Arthur's lap so that they were face to face and pulled the Brit closer to him into a deeper kiss. Arthur's previous nervousness was fading fast as he took in the moment as if it would never happen again. He had to pull back though, after remembering that oxygen was indeed necessary for his survival. Alfred on the other hand took that opportunity to move down to Arthur's neck, thus causing sounds that neither one of them knew he could make. He had mustered up some courage and was in the process of removing that pesky shirt Alfred was wearing when there was a knock on the door.
"Damnit." Alfred said grumpily. Though he did feel a little bad about leaving his own party for so long. He fixed his shirt with a sigh and they both made their way to the front door. It was his brother. "Mattie! Er, what's up?"
"Guests are wondering where their host disappeared to, so I came to get you..." The quiet Canadian said, trying to avoid glancing at the other two's interlocked hands.
"Aha~ That's right!" Alfred feigned short-term memory loss. With a realization he then looked over to England with pleading eyes. "But..."
"But what?" Arthur smiled. "What are we waiting for?"
With a huge grin, Alfred pretty much dragged Arthur out of the house to where all the guests were. When they got there, he rounded everyone for the best part.
"EVERYOOOOONE~ LET'S HAVE CAAAAAKE~!!!" At the sound of "cake", everyone seemed to perk up a bit.
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Alfred cut an especially large piece for Arthur, who found it intimidating. But Alfred wouldn't leave him alone if he didn't finish it. Handing Arthur the cake, Alfred went to talk to Lithuania, who was giving him a small thumbs-up.
"I see you were successful." Toris said happily. Alfred nodded. "You sure took a while though."
"Err..."
"It doesn't matter. It turned out even better than you thought, right?"
"....Yes." Alfred played with the lace ribbon that he had in the pocket of his jacket. "Haha, he called me a brat though."
"That's because you are one." said Arthur, popping out of nowhere.
"Ah, hi Arthur!" Toris said cheerfully. "Er...Poland's over there calling me. I'll leave you alone now..."
"So, you enjoying yourself Iggy, King of the Britons?"
"I guess so. Not that I mind, but are you aware that Francis is being tied up and hung from a tree? And please don't reference Monty Python..."
"Antonio and Gilbert?"
"Er, yes."
"Again? Hahaha ignore them."
"Easily done." Arthur smiled cruelly.
"Anyways, it's almost getting late. Celebrate with me a while longer..." Alfred took Arthur's hand, not caring who sees.
"It's already dark."
"That's when the fun starts." Alfred smiled, pointing to the box of fireworks. "Will you do the honors?"
"W-what?!?" Arthur stuttered as Alfred handed him a firecracker.
Alfred laughed blissfully before giving Arthur such a soft, gentle kiss as the greatest firework show of the year lit up the sky.
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END.
meh. looking back, this could've been a lot better. I'm not used to writing like this, and I think it'd make a better comic than fic. If I ever find the time to, I might draw the story, it'd really be better that way. Well, reviews are still very welcome~
I'll try to do better next time...transitionless choppiness is fail...