Another beautiful morning had come to the household of Arthur and Alfred. Alfred was already up and about, enjoying the briskness of the day. Alfred, while reading the newspaper, noticed that his oh-so-tsundere partner wasn't up from bed yet. He tiptoed to the bedroom he and Arthur shared, being extra-super careful not to wake him. It was quite a rarity for America to be up before England.
He peeked inside to see a dozing Arthur, daintily sighing with each breath. Deciding it was safe, Alfred moved onward into the room. He took caution with each step, glancing nervously at Arthur's face every time a floorboard creaked. He was only a few steps away when he took the time to look at Arthur.
How serene England looked, docile features relaxed and calm. His (several) eyebrows un-furrowed, revealing such an angelic sight to Alfred that he couldn't help but be proud that England was his.
America crept slowly on the bed, not making a single sound and laid facing his sleeping beauty. Sensing the weight difference, England's body curls up closer to Alfred subconsciously, smiling contently and mumbling unknown phrases in his slumber. Alfred grins, wanting to cuddle back but wouldn't dare to wake Arthur up. He was so peaceful, and even America wasn't thick enough to ruin this moment. So he stayed, gazing at his lover with compassion, wishing that Arthur would be this tame all the time, but he loved his pouty Brit all the same.
Lost in thought, he gives Arthur a kiss on his forehead and his cheeks and finally captures his lips. England's eyes flutter open and widen in surprise and then he pulls away on instinct, eyebrows furrowing instantly.
"What are you doing, kissing me in my sleep, you wanker!" he says, promptly hitting Alfred upside the head, glaring like he always did.
America knew England hated surprises, especially when being woken up like this, but he just loved the way Arthur would blush and stutter in embarrassment.
Alfred grins and replies,
"Sorry Iggy, couldn't wait 'till you woke up~!" America says innocently, looking at his green-eyed lover with puppy-dog eyes and rubbing his smacked head.
"Well I resent-"
Arthur is cut off by a certain pair of American lips meshing with his, silencing him for the moment. He surrenders and just lays there until Alfred breaks away.
"Happy now? You're awake so that's fair game right?" Alfred asks.
"Bloody git." England murmurs half-heartedly, blushing slightly.
"I love you too, Iggy."
Author's Note:
Gah, I just love these two together. I wrote this off a dream I had...oh yeah and I dedicate this to Shiori the Weaver of Dreams cuz I know she's always looking for USxUK fluff...then again when aren't most of us? Hope this didn't fail too hard.
That review button is looking especially lonely today...help him out, ne?