Shut Up, America
So Arthur was sitting in his living room enjoying his tea and crumpets.
'Ahh' England thought. 'This is lovely. It's quiet and peaceful and there's no America to both-
"ENGLAND!" Alfred called.
Arthur cringed as he saw his ally run up to him with important news apparently.
"Spoke too soon." he muttered just as Alfred plunged into the living room.
"Artie!" he yelled, excitedly. "Guess what, guess what, guess what!"
'Artie?' Arthur scoffed.
What do you want, Alfred? And DON'T call me Artie."
Alfred pouted. "Don't be mean, Arthur." He proclaimed as he propped himself on the couch and gave Arthur's forehead a poke.
Arthur swatted his hand away. "Don't touch me, you git!"
Alfred stared. Maybe Arthur had sounded a bit mean, but after a few moments of silence the hamburger lover brushed it off and began talking his head off.
"Whatever, Artie. What I came to tell you was I was playing Call of Duty and kicking serious ASS when..."
'What was that?' Arthur thought.
Usually Alfred just ignores his comments and cut straight to the crap. Alfred was never one to care, or really listen, to judgment from others. He may be stupid, but Alfred still had pride.
Maybe Arthur was a bit tough of Alfred. True, Alfred is a former charge to him, but still a FORMER charge. In fact Arthur may be a bit infatuated with his 'son.'
Arthur mentally face palmed himself. What was he thinking? He couldn't possibly have a crush on Alfred! He was lazy and irresponsible and a total glutton when it came to hamburgers or just food in general.
Yet, Arthur would always look pass that and see a man if pride and justice. Alfred was basically...the hero he always claims to be. And he's quite handsome.
"...And then the pig was all 'You are the greatest hero ever!' and I was like 'All in a day's work, ma'am!' and then we got ice cream! The pig was..."
But he was still stupid.
'Pig?' Arthur thought, a headache beginning to develop in his mind.
That's it, Arthur was ending this. NOW.
Arthur grabbed Alfred by the chin and pressed his lips against his. Alfred's eyes widened in surprise.
The kiss, as short as it was, was sweet and pleasant. When Arthur pulled away, he stood and dusted himself off. Alfred leaned back on the couch and stared straight ahead. A look of serious intensity was in his eyes and only when Arthur called his name, did Alfred twitch his head to face him. Still he said nothing.
Arthur smirked. "Do me a favor?" he asked.
Alfred nodded.
"Shut up." and Arthur made his escape.
A/N: For every review I don't get, god will kill a kitten. 3
England: FUCK YEAH! I'm seme!
Ela: *giggles* I knew you would like it!
England: *glomps Kiku* I love you! Can you write another? Please?
America: *deadpan* I think your overreacting Iggy...
England: *death glare*
America: Plus she making a one-shot of you and me and goes who seme in that one?
Ela: Al, I never said th-
England: Tough titties, Alfred! You're just going to have to wait!
*slings Ela over shoulder and runs away*
America: *sweat drop* Give me back my author!
