Hey, sorry this is so short, but I really wanted to finish it by the 4th of July!
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is a small hobo sack.
Alfred and Arthur were comfortably situated on the couch watching truly terrible reality TV. Arthur broke the blanket of silence (apart from the noise emitting from the television, which was currently playing "Here Comes Honey-booboo"). He glanced at his boyfriend, and in a moment of curiosity, asked what he had been dying to know for months. "What does the F stand for?"
Alfred nearly jumped out of his kin. "Aw man, not this again!" he thought. He tried to play it cool. "W-what F? I don't know what you're talking about Artie!" The Englishman rolled his eyes. "You know! When we met you called yourself Alfred F. Jones. What does the F stand for?" he replied, blushing at how ridiculous his question sounded. Alfred looked down, and nervously fiddled with his glasses. "C'mon Artie! Don't make me tell you! It's so embarrassing." He begged. Alfred's pleas did nothing but make Arthur more curious. "Can I guess?" he asked, smirking at the American. Alfred sighed, knowing that there was no stopping Arthur when he wanted something. "Fine."
He grumbled. A devilish smile spread across Arthur's face as he began to think about names that began with the letter F. "hmmmm. Is it Fred?" he asked. Alfred couldn't help but smile at that. "Alfred Fred? My parents don't hate me that much! My middle name is embarrassing, but I assure you it's cooler than that." He said, his usual cocky grin reappearing. Arthur rolled his eyes, and then began to think about the middle-name mystery once again. "Uh, Fabian? Fido? Farley?" he listed off. Alfred grinned. "Nope, no, and no way old man!" Arthur scowled. "I'm three years older, I hardly think that makes me a senior citizen!" He protested. Then again, Arthur wasn't a citizen at all. Well, not of America at least. " All right then, how about Fredrick?" Arthur asked partially joking. The American groaned good-naturedly.
"If I tell you, do you promise not to laugh?" he asked, giving Arthur his best puppy eyes. The Brit nodded solemnly. Alfred took a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare himself. "It's Freedom. My middle name is freedom. There, happy?" he confessed sullenly.
Arthur's eyes widened as he fought back laughter. "Freedom? What on earth made your parents name you that!?" he choked out between hysterics. Alfred sighed. "Hell if I know! I mean, I was born on the 4th of July but still!" he exclaimed. That was when Arthur realized how much of a childhood trauma his middle name really was to him. He grimaced, feeling slightly guilty. "Sorry Alph. I didn't mean to upset you" he said. The American simply laughed it off. "Eh, it's fine. Just don't tell anyone and I'll be willing to forgive you" he said, half joking, and half serious. Arthur laughed evilly, rubbing his hands together like a cartoon villain. "We'll see about that." He said. "urg I hate you" muttered Alfred. Arthur smirked. "love you too Alph." He said.