Chapter 4

Alfred's P.O.V

In the morning, Alfred woke up to recieve a harsh headache. He got up, walked downstairs, took some medicine, and came back upstairs to get ready for the day. What he found in his bed though, shocked him greatly.

"W-what the? Why is Artie in my bed?" He said to himself silently so that he didn't wake up the sleeping Brit. Arthur turned in the bed and Alfred ran (well, more like speedwalked) up the edge of the bed and leaned down torward Arthur. 'I hope he doesn't kill me for this' Alfred thought as he got closer and closer to Artie's face. He closed his eyes and stopped just inches from his face."HEY ARTIEEE~ WAKE UUUUUP~!" He yelled. It was so loud that Arthur jumped nearly 15 ft. in the air from fright alone.

"WH-WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?"

"Well you were sleeping in my bed and I wanted to wake you up."

"SO YOU YELLED IN MY EAR?"

"YEP!"

Arthur's P.O.V.

Arthur facepalmed at the Americans stupidedness (word?). As Arthur looked down, though, he noticed himself only wearing a white tee-shirt. A blush, very faint at first, crept onto his lightly coloured cheeks. "Yo dude, are you sick or something? Your turning red," Alfred said with a cute sound in his voice.

"N-no, I'm just fine, just mad at the fact that i had a mad banshee wake me up this morning!"

'Oh i hope he forgot that promise I made him," he thought oh ever so innocently.

"So then Artie, ignoring the fact that you just called me a banshee, how did you end up in my bed?"

"O-oh. Well, you see," He started quite nervously'How do I explain this without telling of my magic?'

"Uuuuh, I-I was Um, D-drunk"

'Sure, let's go with that'

"And I lost my house key, so I came here."

'Ok, now to explain the tee-shirt'

"And the reason I'm in the tee-shirt is that-?"

And with that, Arthur was cut off with Alfreds lips crashing down on his own. "There's no need to lie to me, I already know what happened," he said after. "THEN WHY THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU WANT ME TO EXPLAIN"
"Cause, I wanted you to admit that you agreed to go out with me," He said with a smirk. Arthur's face went nearly completely red. "How did you remember that?," Arthur wispered.

"Hmm, maybe because you were a doll, and I was in a half awake zombie trance, it's kind of hard to forget that."

Arthur facepalmed again, not sure as to why, even with his blushed still present. "So what, are we like d-dating now?" He asked in a shy kind of way. "Hmmmm," Alfred thought," YEP!" He said as he leaped upon the smaller boy with glee.

A/N sorry this took forever to upload, I had a bad case of Writers block, it sucked. I couldn't think of a good way to finish it off (yess this is the last chapter) and i finally came up with this, after reading about 20 other fanfics to get ideas =W=. I don't know why, but i have to read to think, it's weird.