Arthur sighed. His sandy blonde bangs hid his emerald eyes. Alfred was once again blasting his music in the living room and hanging out with Tony. How did he know this? He could hear him... Four rooms away. Fed up with the noise he slammed his hands on the table and marched out of his office and over to the American. He snapped the music off and stared at the blonde in anger. Alfred only stared back.

"Well? Say something you bloody git!" He shouted at the other blonde.
Alfred only flashed him a crooked grin. "Aw, was the music bothering you? You really have grown into an old man!" He teased.

Arthur stomped his foot. "For the hundredth time, I'm not old! You just refuse to grow up!" He shouted at the younger country.

"I may not want to grow up but at least people can eat my cooking." Alfred retaliated and stuck out his tongue childishly. The older nation sputtered at this.

Arthur stood on his toes a bit to make himself seem taller and grabbed the scruff of the other's bomber jacket. "Why you little arse! Belt up!"

"If you want to talk to me you have to speak American. It's the only language I understand." He smirked.

"W- I didn't raise you to act like this!" The smaller man fumed, wanting to box his ears like he occasionally had to do when the boy was younger.

Alfred only laughed. "C'mon! Stop being such a killjoy and dance!" He exclaimed and tried to grab Arthur's hands.

Arthur pulled away, "I... I don't dance." He grumbled.

"Pfft. You've never danced in your life? C'mon, everybody does a little boogie once in their lifetime. Loosen up." Alfred snorted and yanked his hands from his sides, forcing him to dance.

"L-Let me go! Idiot!" Arthur protested. The taller blonde ignored him and rested his hands on the other's hips. Blushing, he gave up and let Alfred lead him in the dance.

"Just move to the beat! It doesn't matter if you're good or not, it's about having fun!" America explained. His blue eyes twinkled in amusement behind the frames of his glasses.

England smiled, only slightly, and kept his eyes on his feet in embarrassment. Pretty soon, they were both dancing like no one was watching.

Later, the two men flopped on the couch in exhaustion. Alfred turned to face Arthur, "Now was that do bad?" He asked. Arthur only grumbled in response, causing the other nation to laugh lightly. He tilted his head back and held his chin, green eyes met blue for one nervous second.

"Oh bloody hell, git!" Arthur cursed and pulled the other man closer and placed his lips upon his. The kiss was inexperienced, simple, but sweet. Little did the two know that there was someone spying on them from the doorway.

Canada giggled. "I knew that CD was going to be useful."