Alfred gently weaved his arms around the shorter Nation's torso, carefully resting his head against his back. Though the sudden cuddliness the American was expressing was oddly out of character, Arthur (despite his best efforts) could not ignore the warmth that blossomed throughout his chest.
"Can't you see I'm busy here?"
Alfred murmured into the back of Arthur's tattered green jumper, completely ignoring his question.
"Neat sweater, Artie,"
Arthur looked down.
Bollocks.
The comment was obviously sarcastic. He was clothed in an old green... thing... that vaguely resembled an article of clothing. He had had that jumper since... Well, forever. It was his favourite outfit to wear on stay-in days. Due to it's old age, it was all stringy and stained with tea, and would only be suitable for those who like to look like they live on the streets.
And Arthur was definetly not one of those people.
"This old thing?"
Alfred nuzzled further into Arthur's back.
"Sure. It looks kinda... Rustic."
"And that's your way of saying that I look like a deranged sewer rat?"
"Yep!"
"Git."
Arthur spooned a sugar cube into the tea he had been brewing before Alfred had rudley interrupted.
"I guess you just... make it work, y'know?"
Arthur couldn't help the blush that began to settle across his pale face. He would have liked to speak up with something along the lines of "I feel insulted knowing what you consider fashionable", but for some reason, the oh-so-tsundere words caught on his tongue. Instead, he just stood, stirring his beverage for far longer than the recommended beverage-stirring time.
Alfred's arms were still wrapped around Arthur's waist, sort of like an overweight belt.
"That completely defies it's bloody purpose ," Arthur thought, pulling his pants back up to their original height.
Arthur hummed softly to himself.
Sure, Alfred could be annoying at times.
And selfish.
And rude.
And a downright "pain in the drain",
but he (apparently) also had the ability to be the slightest bit decent as well.
He sighed, musing it all over in his head.
"So... About takeout..."
"What...?"
"Oh..."
"...OH, YOU BLOODY WANKER-"
