Chapter 2 Alfred

While walking through the strangley quiet streets of London, Arthur and Alfred stood very close to one another, arms linked, headed towards one of the town's five parks. The two were laughing, arguing over absolutley nothing, just what Arthur loved. When they reached the park, they found it empty, the only sound was a robin in a tree, singing his song.

"So, Arite," Alfred said,"Where do you want to sit?" "Anywhere is fine with me," Arthur said quietly, leaning more towards Alfred. "Well... how about over by that tree? We could sit underneath it." "Sounds absolutley fine." the Brit muttered.

When the two reached the tree, they sat down at it's base, unaware of their onlooker. Alfred gazed at Arthur dreamily thinking

Artie is always so cute! If only he were clingy like this all the time!

Arthur then looked up at Alfred and gazed into his sky-blue eyes, but then blushed and looked away, clearly embarassed. Alfred leaned over and whispered, "I'm cold" into Arthur's ear and immediatley hugged the Brit. In response to this gesture, the Brit hugged him back, blushing an even deeper red than before and said," Thank-you for keeping me warm, Alfred."

After a moment of complete silence Alfred spoke up. " Shouldn't we be reviewing our History? After all... the test IS tomarrow." Arthur then realized what he was doing, pulling away from the American in one sharp movement. "O-ok," he replied, an embarassed look on his face. " What's the subject? I've forgotten." " The subject is History! The topic is the French and Indian War!" "Shut up you bloody twit!"

At this bold remanrk, Alfred felta little hurt. Offended even. "O-ok, dude. It was just a joke. don't take things so seriously..." Arthur noticed that something was bothering Alfred, so he immediatley got out his textbook and leaned closer to Alfred so that he could get a better look. Alfred then pulled the Brit closer to him, wraping his arm around the other's shoulders. "Can you see it now?" asked Arthur. "Yes, much better." replied the American

Much, much better

he thought to himself. As Arthur was reading the text, Alfred bent over so that his head was even with Arthur's. The Brit looked over, a b eautiful gleam in his eyes Alfred had never seen before.

At this very moment, something hit the back of the American's head, causing his lips to come into contact with Arthur's. The Brit stared, eyes wide open, blushing a deep red. Alfred, just as surprised, found his hand intertwined in Arthur's hair. He had wanted to do this for so long, he couldn't restrain himself from doing so. The American could taste the tea Arthur frequently drank ont eh Brit's lips, enjoying the taste.

Arthur, after what felt like a lifetime, pulled away with a sudden fierceness, backing away from Alfred. Then it actually hit Alfred.

I kissed Artie

he thought,

I freaking kissed Artie! What the hell! He probably hates me now. I mean, what if he doesn't like me like that? Damn it!

The American stood up and turned away from Arthur, looking for who or what made him do thhat. He looked around, but seeing nothing and on the verge of having a complete meltdown, he looked up. Sitting in the tree was Gilbert. When he was spotted, Gilbert started laughing, saying something about how epically awesome the whole scene was. Alfred, beyond the point of being pissed, pulled Gilbert's leg, sending him flying to the ground.

Arthur stood up and shouted at the Prussian. "What the bloody hell? How long have you been up there you git? And why the hell did you do THAT?" "Well, for one thing, I basically own this tree. Two I'm totally awesome, and three, I just wanted to see the two of you kiss! You two were headed there anyway, the way you two were flirting, it was so freaking obvious!" Gilbert then ran away, a small yellow bird following.

Arthur blushed, turning towards the American, looking into his sky-blue eyes finding that they were already locked on his. They seemed to know what the other was thinking, because Arthur went to grab his textbook while Alfred was picking up his backpack, and they both headed in the direction of the exit.