This is something I wrote a while ago when I had a really bad day and need some fluff. There's a response too that I'll post tomorrow sometime probably.
The pairing is USUK, the song is "Hey There Delilah" by Plain White Ts, the lyrical changes were (poorly) made by me. I suppose a warning for song fic and fluff. So very much fluff.
Enjoy.
Alfred Jones sighed as he slunk back into his apartment, tired and beat. His job sucked, school was killing him, and his lover was still on the other side of the ocean. In fact he hadn't seen Arthur in…months. Skyping just wasn't cutting it, not since Arthur's schedule changed and he hadn't been able to get on as much anymore; he missed his irate Englishman.
Sighing, Alfred shuffled through some of the mail on the table, mostly bills but as a nice surprise, also a letter from England. He and Arthur exchanged daily e-mails, but it was sort of sweet that the Brit decided to yell at him the old fashion way. Except inside the envelope wasn't a letter, but a CD. Curious, Alfred dug out his computer and popped the disc in.
When it loaded, the American was met with the sounds of what he assumed to be Arthur playing his guitar. Alfred knew his lover could play guitar, not that he'd ever let him listen for some reason. This was confirmed when his Englishman came in with the vocals:
"Hey there Alfred
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But boy, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true,"
Alfred blinked and stared at his computer for a bit. Arthur was singing him a sappy love song. A sappy American love song. It was strange, and very un-Arthur like, leading Alfred to suspect Francis had a hand in it. And yeah, he owned a radio, so he'd heard the original song, but could Arthur really not find another word that rhymed with city?
"Hey there Alfred
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side,"
He chuckled at the corniness of the whole thing, but ended up leaning closer to the computer anyway so he could hear Arthur's voice better.
"Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me,"
"He acts like he's completely blameless," Alfred muttered to no one, "Does he have any idea what he does to me?"
"Hey there Alfred
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me, boy
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good,"
Arthur's words painted a picture in Alfred's mind of a time in the future, maybe, when they can be together for more than a few weeks at a time, where Arthur could be a traveling musician and Alfred could join the circus…before he could ponder further, the next verse came on.
"Hey there Alfred
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all,"
"You didn't even write this one," he muttered and looked away from the computer, not wanting it to see the blush slowly creeping on his face, still a little reluctant, even after all this time, to admit just how hard he'd already fallen. It was ridiculous to think he could be even more in love with Arthur than he already was.
"Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd swim to you if I had no other way,"
Alfred had to chuckle at the thought of a sopping wet Arthur swimming across the Atlantic just to see him, gentleman persona completely abandoned in favor of his lovesickness. Unlikely, but still, it's the thought that counts.
"Our friends would all make fun of us
And we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way,"
He thought of his friends, Kiku and his brother Matt, who in their subtle-yet-not-so-subtle way pushed him to take a chance on Arthur, and how, in a similar manner, they suggested giving up on him when he had to go back to England.
"Alfred I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame,"
"Again placing all the blame on me," Alfred told the computer, "You're the one who came in and messed around with my life…" not that he was complaining. In fact he thanked whatever greater powers there may be for the day he met Arthur.
"Hey there Alfred
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do,"
"A bit late for that," Alfred sighed. He already missed him to damn much, two year wait already seeming like forever.
"You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Alfred here's to you
This one's for you,"
It better be for him. If it turned out Arthur met some other Alfred in England and accidentally sent this to him instead, not even an ocean would be able to stop the American's wrath. Although just the thought of him and Arthur being able to do whatever they wanted quelled any unnecessary thoughts of rage right there.
"Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me."
The song ended with Arthur testing his vocal range a bit and hitting some pretty high notes as well as some lower ones, which made Alfred think he was just showing off. Immediately after it finished, he clicked the play button to listen to the song again, and again, and again.
Alfred was sure he could find a sappy British love song and a guitar on the internet somewhere…