(( So this is a little dribble drabble I started to write for a friend and plan to continue to the end, it's nothing too special and it's not that great but I could use a little feedback to make it better? characters don't belong to me and all that, and they're not countries and such ))
Alfred turned to hear an atrocious yet graceful yell...in fact everyone in the ice rink looked to see what the commotion was all about. With a little giggle he skated right over awkwardly ,somehow staying afloat while managing to offer his hand to the fallen Brit.
Feeling humiliated for falling first, the elder of the two shook his head and tried to get himself back up onto the ice. Arthur shakily clawed at the ground and tried to pull himself up, but to no avail. With his sore and cold bottom he grabbed the American's hand, feeling quite defeated. "Stop smiling, you bloody idiot..." he grumbled, and with a huff he briskly broke away again, gliding along the ice with ease.
With a kind smile and a sigh, Alfred followed after his counterpart. They hadn't made any bets, and for the record, Arthur had more experience. This was actually Alfred's first time ice skating.
Arthur grumbled to himself, feeling mortified. He was the one that was supposed to do well! Sure he had taken a few classes but this was the other's first time, and he hadn't fallen once yet! Arthur crossed his arms, slowly skating to the outer wall, he rested his arms on the short wall and looked out at the couples, friends, and families having fun with each other.
Alfred was very far behind, and decided to try going a little faster.
Oh boy was that a monumental mistake.
He promptly lost his balance on the ice, the blond's arms flailing around in circles as he tried to stay on his feet. After a few minutes of just swaying back and forth he regained his lost balance and made for the nearest wall, slowly skating along it for support until he got to his disgruntled friend.
"Hey Artie~ You're so mean, you left me all the way at the other end of the rink!" he whined, sticking his tongue out at the other. "Y'know I almost fell like a gazillion times back there, weren't you suppose to show me the ropes? Besides, y'know one foot in front of the other?" He grinned and leaned against the wall with Arthur.
"Well you're doing one hell of a job by yourself, Al!" Arthur lashed out angrily," Leave me alone..."
Alfred flinched as the other snapped at him, "Art you're way better than me dude! I mean you just skated all the way over here all fancy and smooth while I flailed about on the ice and had to skate along the wall. The only reason I haven't fallen is because you were with me...although I may have fallen once~" Smiling his usual dorky smile, a small tint of pink bloomed on his cheeks.
"Once...? but I was watching you the entire time you twat! I never saw you fall once." His eyebrows knitted together confused at what his friend was spouting, sure that it was some kind of gibberish.
"Oh, you know," with a silly grin he clumsily skated off along the wall, disappointed but yet at the same time thankful that his little line had gone unnoticed He scowled and sighed looking down at the ice scratched up from all the skaters.
Alfred had had feelings for Arthur for quiet some time...but he was afraid of losing the other's companionship if he didn't return the same feelings. Out of all of his friends(which, of course, he had a ton of,) he had the most fun with the grouchy Brit! He'd never tell anyone that though. He also felt some sort of a...fuzzy uplifting feeling when he was with Arthur, so long as they weren't fighting. It was something he hadn't felt before, and he wasn't sure if it was just he felt really tight with him as a friend or, well, maybe something more?
Chewing on his lip he kicked at the ground, unconsciously while in thought, leading to a rather hard fall to the ground on his back. "Ow! fu-" he sat up rubbing the back of his head. Damn that hurt a lot! Reaching up he grabbed the top of the wall and pulled himself up as his worried friend skated over.
"Al! I'm sorry, you're not terribly hurt are you? Blimey, that probably hurt a lot didn't it? That was a lot worse than my fall I..." Arthur frowned looking over his friend while wearing a frightful and worried expression.
"It's nothing, all good~" Alfred gave a reassuring chuckle, putting his hand on Arthur's shoulder, and in an instant he opened his mouth to voice his feelings...but it wouldn't come out. Closing his mouth, his cheeks began to get a little rosy.
"Hey Arthur I need to tell you something..." he adverted his eyes, a bit hesitant . "I...I don't really want to ice skate anymore, my body is kinda sore from that fall dude. How about we go grab a bite to eat? I'm starved."
Arthur was still worried about his friend, "But you just said you were fine git!" He growled and sighed, "Fine, it's always food with you though. We can go on one condition, we're not going to McDonalds, alright?" Looping arms with Alfred he led him over to the exit and sat down, unlacing his skates fast with his nimble fingers.
Alfred sat down right next to Arthur and practically tore through the laces, unlacing them with force with his slightly chubbier fingers. "Oh c'mon Artie, you know you love McDonald's! Even if you won't admit it to me~" he elbowed his friend and wiggled his eyebrows knowingly, pulling the Brit's chain.
"I don't know what you are talking about," Arthur groused, slipping on his loafers. He then turned in his and Alfred's skates, holding himself high and dignified. "All it is, is globs of grease. I only ever eat that stuff because it makes you happy..." he scowled, trying to make up an excuse.
"Really? Cause you normally look like you're enjoying the food anyway Art." Alfred continued to give Arthur a smug look, while pulling his sneakers on and tying them up. "How about, if you're too stubborn to admit you like MickyD's, we go to...that one new bakery down the street?"
"...Sure. That sounds a hell of a lot better. I've heard they have the absolutely best cinnamon rolls around." Arthur smiled slightly, as they walked out of the skating center.