Reasons Why I Love Alfred F. Jones

By Chiara Alice Vargas

Rated M for later chapters?

Series of drabbles on why Arthur loves Alfred very much. Human AU. It's in Arthur's POV.


Reason #1

He's the sweetest, most thoughtful lover I have ever had, while at the same time, managing to be idiotic, adorable and dorky.


"Artie!"

I turned from the stove to see him leaning on the kitchen door's doorframe. He had stubble on his face from not shaving for a few days, his hair was dishevelled and he was still in his white tank top and boxers. Surprisingly, he had woken up quite early today. Sometimes, he sleeps over at my house, because... Well... Ahem. He had a somewhat panic-stricken expression on his face.

"What is it, Alfred?" I only hoped it wouldn't take long; I might burn the sausages again if he distracts me long enough.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" His cheeks turned red, and he pulled out something that looks like a bouquet of flowers with a card attached. Now, I don't normally like flowers, but this time I will make an exception because... well, how could I not, when Alfred had seemingly emaciated the entire inventory of the neighbourhood flower shop?

I stood there, shocked. The oil sizzled and fried the sausages, and by then I could have cared less if it went from a bit overcooked to horribly burnt to potentially carcinogenic. It could fry itself as long as it bloody wants.

"I... Alfred. That's a bloody lot of flowers..." I managed to say.

He blinked and laughed nervously. "W-well, I didn't know what to get you for Valentine's Day, and we've just started going out a few weeks ago..." His eyes were somewhat fixated on the carpeted floor, as if there was something oddly fascinating beneath his feet. "So I decided on flowers," he cleared his throat, "and I didn't know what flowers to get you, so I bought all of these..."

I didn't even know what to answer. "That must've cost a lot..." I said lamely. Well of course it must have cost a lot! Stupid Arthur! He's not the bleeding First National Bank of Alfred F. Jones!

"Um, well, yeah, but it's not like I mind... I hope you like it?" he asked uncertainly.

"Yes, I do." I nodded slowly as I remembered: It was Valentine's Day and he had gotten a gift for me, but I cannot return the favour. I have simply forgotten about the occasion — after all, I do not usually celebrate Valentines. I haven't bought a gift for him and the mere mention of the occasion by him has caught me by surprise. "I'm sorry, Alfred... I don't have a gift for you."

He shook his head and gave me a tiny smile. "It's okay, Artie. I didn't expect one anyway."

I raised my eyebrow. What was the cheeky bastard implying?

"N-no, I meant," his expression changed when he saw my bemused reaction. "I meant, I gave you a Valentines gift because I wanted to you to feel special, even in just a small way." he frowned a bit.

"Oh. I..." I cleared my throat. "It's sweet, Alfred. It's very sweet of you." The corners of my lips slowly turned upwards in an awkward smile. I hope he knew that the gesture was greatly appreciated. I switched off the stovetop, walked to Alfred and gave him a hug.

"I love you, Alfred." I said; my voice muffled against his chest.

"I love you too, Artie!" he laughed and hugged me back with his hand still holding the flowers, the bouquet's petals tickling the back of my neck.

"Hey Artie," he started after a minute or two of standing there in each other's arms. "I was just thinking... since flowers aren't really that much; I guess I could throw in an additional gift..."

"What could that be?" I looked up and chuckled, amused.

"Well, I could offer you... Um... Special services... Just for today..." he coughed casually and looked a bit to the side. "W-we could do whatever you want..."

"Sounds fine by me, Alfred." I smirked a bit. Don't even try to think about what kind of 'special services' were involved.


Author's Notes: This is my first time doing this story format. Drabbles, drabbles, and drabbles with no particular continuity except for my headcanons and also the Human AU thing.

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