Alfred let out a low whistle. "Wow, Artie," he said a minute later. "This is… this is pretty darn awesome, not gonna lie."

Arthur felt way too smug to even pretend to scowl at the nickname. "Did you really doubt me, Alfred? The London Eye has one of the best views in all of England."

"Yeah," Alfred muttered, dragging out the syllable. "I just didn't think it would be this, this huge. London is huge."

Arthur chuckled. "It is a lovely city, is it not?"

Alfred nodded, never turning his attention from the view. Arthur watched him, ignoring the faint grin on his face. To think, Alfred had been almost hesitant in getting in one of the capsules, much to Arthur's amusement. This American boy, a self proclaimed hero, afraid of heights? Who would have expected that. Yet, Alfred agreed to it, though he scoffed at Arthur's insistence of it being a wonderful view. And, to Arthur's even greater surprise, they managed to have a capsule all to themselves. Just the two of them, one American boy, one Englishman, watching the view, together.

Arthur still couldn't believe it, how fast it all had happened. One day, one accidental bumping into one another had changed it all. Arthur remembered yelling at the rude American tourist who had the sheer audacity to touch him (and there was no way it was accidental, there had been too much strength for that) and then protest to be being lost. And yet… the tourist, Alfred, just smiled and laughed and apologized. Arthur found himself being dragged around by the hyperactive American before he knew it. They visited as much of London as they could, Arthur showing Alfred things tourists had no idea about. Alfred talking and telling him about America, about New York City, Los Angeles, how diverse the whole country was. It made Arthur want to leave and experience it himself… and the thought of doing it with Alfred seemed almost unbearable now.

"Yo, Earth to Artie. Yoo-hoo! Anyone in there?" Alfred snapped his fingers in front of Arthur's face.

"What?" Arthur snapped, scowling.

"You were staring at me," Alfred told him with a shrug. "You had a cute little grin on your face, too."

"Belt up, I did not."

"Denial is a river in Egypt." Alfred turned away, looking out at the sky line. "But London is truly beautiful. Just like y—Yoo-hoos. Ever had one of those? Yummy drinks!"

Arthur raised an eyebrow. That had been odd. And speaking of beautiful… seeing Alfred aglow by the reflection of the lights, smiling that smile of his… Arthur couldn't say he had ever seen a prettier sight.

"Arthur?" Alfred asked, a note of concern in his voice.

He was looking right at him, his bright blue eyes seeming to cut right through to Arthur's core.

"Alfred," Arthur murmured, leaning closer. Alfred looked momentarily surprised before smiling and leaning in to meet Arthur in a kiss. The Earth moved during the kiss, or at least, the London Eye did.

They pulled away a few minutes later, leaning their foreheads together, breathing deeply.

"You know, I have always wanted to see New York City. I would love to see a Broadway show," Arthur finally managed.

"I guess I'll have to take you, then, huh?" Alfred laughed and gave Arthur another peck. "I'll be your tour guide like you were mine."

"You'll be my American boy. I think I like the sound of that."

The London Eye stopped, and Alfred and Arthur left together, hand in hand.