Arthur sighed, "Well we should go up and take that shower now Alfred."

The other nodded and walked towards the stairs, Arthur's hand in his own. Once they got upstairs and into the bathroom Al sighed. Stretching he started to pull of his clothes again and looked at Arthur expectantly. The other blushed and started pulling off his articles of clothing he had put on only moments before. Alfred smiled before turning on the water and stepping in. Arthur could hear him sigh in relief and briefly thought about leaving and going back downstairs, until the American's face popped up in front of his own and pulled him into the warm water. Arthur squeaked in surprise and fell against his chest. Blushing furiously he pushed away from Alfred and looked away.

"You didn't have to pull me in you know…"

"I could tell you were thinking about running away and leaving the hero alone in the shower."

Arthur's eyes widened, "I-I wasn't thinking that… Why would I be thinking about leaving you? If I left someone like you alone you would shrivel up into a prune. Especially since you hit your head; I think you might've lost the little bit of common sense you had left."

"Ouch that hurts Artie." He said bringing his hand to his heart, with a fake look of hurt on his face.

Arthur sighed, "Whatever you berk… Just take your bloody shower."

Alfred smiled brightly and nodded; grabbing the shampoo he squirted some into his hand and started to run it through his hair. He soon hit his bump and gasped causing the Brit to look back at him in concern.

"Here let me do that, it's not as if you know where you have to clean unless you hit it. Just… Bend down or something you're too bloody tall!"

The American grinned and bent down a bit so that his friend could reach his hair. Once Arthur could see what he was doing he happily started to run his fingers through the younger man's hair, careful to avoid the bump he had accidentally caused. Alfred smiled and kept his eyes closed for fear of getting shampoo in his eye. That was one of the worst things in the teen's opinion, that and running out of burgers... While Alfred thought of soap in his eye Arthur was watching the other, it was slightly awkward being in a situation like this. It had been a very long time since he had been able to see this much of Alfred's skin… And all he wanted to do was kiss and touch all of it. Yet there was the one thought that always burst that bubble… 'Alfred likes girls, always has and always will.' He sighed loudly causing the American to crack open an eyes and look up at the other.

"You okay Artie?" He asked slightly worried.

"Oh of course, why wouldn't I be? It's not like I'm the one who's hurt."

Alfred nodded but still kept a close eye on him. Feeling Arthur's hands move away the boy stood up and looked down at Arthur before allowing the warm water to wash away the soap. "Thanks Artie."

"Of course, now can I leave?"

"No not yet, I wanted to try something." Alfred purred leaning close to the other.

Arthur looked into Alfred's sky blue eyes and instead of leaning away like he normally would he felt himself move a bit closer. The action did not go unnoticed by the taller male and he grinned, "Is that okay Arthur?"

The blond nodded slightly and then suddenly he felt Alfred's arm snake around his waist and his soft lips pressed against his for the third time that day. This time though, it wasn't while he was asleep or even just to make him stop moving. Thinking of this Arthur pulled back not sure what to do; even if he did like the other male it was weird for him to just be kissing him.

"Uh I have to go… Finish reading a book… Finish your shower okay and try not to fall again." Arthur said scrambling out of the shower his face bright red.

The American watched his movements with confusion written all over his face. He had thought that the other liked him... Maybe he had thought wrong once again... It wouldn't be the first time he messed something up because of his idiocy. He sighed; he would have to talk to the elder later. Right now he just really wanted to finish off his shower…

Once back in his own room Arthur's blush had faded a bit, why had Alfred just kissed him? And why would he ask, Arthur had never seen him ask to kiss anyone… And he had seen him with many girls. He was extremely confused yet the thought that maybe Alfred liked him only barely touched the back of his mind. Once he drew on the thought though, it made a bit of sense. If Alfred liked him that would explain why he had kissed him willingly a second time, but still… It didn't make sense to him. He sighed and didn't bother to get dress before walking over to his bed and collapsing onto it. He pulled the covers over his body and sighed heavily he seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.

Once Alfred got out of the shower he spotted Artie's clothes on the ground. He quickly put on a pair of boxers as well as pants before picking up his friends clothes. He walked out of the bathroom and towards the others room, thinking of just dropping off his clothes then going downstairs to watch some TV… When he got there though, he heard Arthur's soft breathing and opened the door slightly. He peered inside and saw the blond was asleep, with the blankets covering up to his waist. Alfred grinned when he spotted the others bare back; he went over wondering what else the other hadn't put on. The dirty blond sunk down onto his bed and moved the blankets a bit, seeing Arthur's bare butt he smiled before shaking his head. He figured he would get the other dressed at least so he wouldn't freeze... Of course, at the back of his mind that wasn't the only reason he had for doing something like this. Pulling back the blankets even more Alfred grabbed Arthur's boxers. He managed to slip the others legs in before the teen stirred, he pulled them up as quickly as he could without waking the other. Arthur shifted again but this time his arms wrapped around the american's waist surprising him greatly. He tried to get up but it seemed like that would only wake the other... Seeing no other choice Alfred moved so that he was actually on the bed before pulling the covers over top of them again, of course it was a bit of a weird angle for the younger teen so he tried to shift down a bit. Surprisingly enough the green eyed teen loosened his grip enough that Alfred could lay down comfortably.

When Arthur woke up he felt warm, he smiled and moved closer to that warmth before realising his arms were wrapped around something. Confused as to what it might be, -seeing as he didn't keep any stuffed toys on his bed like Alfred's brother Matthew- he opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Alfred face with a soft smile present on his lips. Naturally he freaked out and pushed the other from his bed before moving to the far edge. Alfred woke up with a start and looked around wide-eyed.

"W-what were you doing in my bed?" Arthur asked flushing bright red.

"Guess you wouldn't remember... Artie you grabbed me when I came in to see you."

Arthur frowned slightly before remembering something. "Bloody hell! I wasn't wearing anything you git!"

"Naw don't worry Artie, I got you covered. Literally, I brought your clothes back from the bathroom and put your boxers on you." He said with a grin.

"You did what?" He asked, his eyes wide before he looked down and saw what he had said was true.

"Aw don't freak out on me now Artie! I was just being a great friend! I couldn't just let you freeze to death now could I?"

Arthur sighed heavily, "Well that doesn't explain why you stayed with me..."

"I didn't want to wake you up! Now can you please get over it Artie?" He looked at the clock, "It's still Monday so we don't have to go to school yet, looks like you only took a nap before pushing me out of bed."

"Whatever... Let's go downstairs and get something to eat... You haven't eaten in awhile so you're likely hungry am I right Alfred?" He asked before hearing the other's stomach. "I'll take that as a yes."

The dirty blond teen stood from the ground, still grumbling about being pushed off the bed as he made his way out of the others room and down the stairs. Arthur sighed and grabbed a pair of pajama pants. Following after the teen he noticed how the other had already gone to the living room, leaving him to make their food like always. Even though Arthur did all the work, there was never a moment when he felt unappreciated, he actually liked to clean and cook so he didn't mind all too much either. But when Alfred did help it made him smile, seeing the other fumble around for once not knowing what to do and trying not to break everything he touched. He chuckled softly at the thought and went about making lunch.

Alfred peered over his shoulder, looking as his friend hummed as he cooked. He would always hum some random british song he knew and smile as he sung it. He could remember back when he had first heard the other singing, it had been years ago...

11 years ago- Arthur 8, Alfred 7

"...It's a long way to Tipperary,
It's a long way to go,
It's a long way to Tipperary,
To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye Piccadilly!
Farewell Leicester Square!
It's a long, long way to Tipperary,
But my heart's right there!" The small boy sung as he lay in the grass, his eyes shut remembering the words.

"Where's Tipper- Tipperrany?" Alfred asked climbing down from the tree he was in.

Arthur blushed as he realised the other has heard him singing. "It's Tippera-ry not Tipperrany." He corrected, his green eyes looking at Alfred.

"Whatever, where is it?" He asked again impatiently. Even as a kid he held little patience.

"It's over in Ireland... But why is that the only thing you care about?"

"Is there something else I should care about then?"

"Um well usually people don't hear my singing... So I'm just surprised you haven't called me really bad yet..."

"What? But you're not bad at all! You're better than me that's for sure, I'm not good at remembering the words to the songs." He laughed.

"But I'm not good Alfred!"

"Well whoever says so will have to deal with me cause you're great and that's final!

Present

That had been a long time ago, and since then Arthur had gotten used to singing and humming around him. He still stuck to his word that if anyone called him bad he would deal with them. Now if Alfred asked Arthur would usually sing for him. He sighed softly, what if kissing him had made Arthur hate the younger boy. Alfred sat up quickly hoping that wasn't the case, he looked over at the still humming teen and stood from the couch. Going over to the other he swallowed loudly, "Artie... I have to ask you something..."

"Yes what is it Alfred?" He asked not looking at the blue-eyed teen.

"I wanted to know if... If..."

"If what?" He asked, finally turning to look at him.

"If you..." He said mumbling the last part.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear you. Please speak up Alfrd you know I hate it when you mumble often.

"I said... I wanted to know if you... If you loved me?" He asked blushing bright red as he looked up at the other.

Arthur's eyes widened and he dropped the head of lettuce he had been holding, causing it to roll away from him a bit.

Well Cause I'm You Know Sooo Super Nice I Figured I Would Stop Right Here... And Just Kind Of Ya Let You Guys Soak All That Up. Haha I Had Fun Writing This At Like 12:30am. Always A Pleasure. Soon I Will Have More Up .