Donut

"Alfred, why are we in Dunkin Donuts?" Arthur asked; only for it to sound like a whine.

The taller blonde could only laugh, his boisterous laugh that rang all over the building. Arthur smiled in return. He knew himself that he couldn't refuse, or frown at that laugh, or that grin. Alfred was just a big, ball of sunshine that shone upon his fogged up, and rainy life.

"You know why Artie!" Alfred cheered, jumping up and down.

"Let me guess…You're hungry again?" Arthur answered as a matter-of-factly, rolling his eyes when he was replied by a very eager nod. As they waited in line, Alfred told Arthur to wait in their table, while he orders by the counter. Arthur did exactly so and waited patiently. As he waited, he fiddled with some napkins and took out his mechanical pen, and doodle on the piece of cloth. He was about to finish his doodle when Alfred came back with their food. Arthur greeted him back and watched him sit down, taking hold of his own food.

"I ordered your favorite~!" Alfred smiled.

"Of course you did…" Arthur said flatly, and with a tone of sarcasm.

"There's another one of those…" the bespectacled blonde pointed out to another favorite flavor of the other's donut, sitting nicely on a piece of decorated napkin.

"I can see that." Arthur replied, taking a bite of his sweetened good.

Minutes passed and Arthur noticed Alfred wasn't eating his donut. It was weird. He had stated that Alfred was hungry, yet, he hasn't touched his food yet. Arthur began to worry. Did he do something to make the other lose his appetite? But…it would be impossible. Alfred would always ramble how hungry he was, and now, he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. It would be really impossible for him to not feel hungry. Alfred caught green orbs staring at him, and when he did, he smiled at them. Blue ones staring him down.

"What?" Arthur questioned, raising his bushy brow.

"Give me your hand." Alfred told him.

Arthur put out his hand, specifically his left hand, and placed it on top of the other's hand. Alfred held it, and raised Arthur's favorite flavor of donut, the one that was untouched. The Brit raised yet again, his bushy brow in question. What was the idiot going to do with that?! Splat it down his hand?

What surprised him was when Alfred inserted the donut into one of his slender fingers. His ring finger to be exact.

"Alfred…what's the meaning of this?"

"Arthur Kirkland…will you be willing to spend the rest of your life with me?"

Arthur couldn't process those words blurted out from the other blonde. He felt cheesy from all this, yet, he felt giddy and happy. Loving Alfred for years was the best choice he made. And now, he was proposing. Could his day get any better?

He knew from the looks on Alfred's face that he was serious, until he continued his statement.

"And this donut ring?" Alfred chuckled.

Arthur hit him with the tray in return.

"Git!"

"What was that for?!"

"If you wanted to propose to me…then do it with a real engagement ring…NOT WITH A DONUT!" Arthur yelled.

His fingers were a little far apart now since Alfred tried to really fit it into his fingers to the very end of it.

"You love me anyways…" Alfred laughed, kissing Arthur's hand.

Arthur felt flushed and just looked away. "Hmf…it's a good thing you put me in a good mood half way or I'm about to walk out on you…"

"Aww…c'mon Artie~! Will you?"

It took a few moments of silence before Arthur answered the blonde.

"The tray proved it's point, didn't it?"

"Then, it's a yes?" Alfred pushed the subject. Arthur glanced a little before knocking Alfred's head lightly, with his fist.

"Of course…" Arthur chuckled.

Alfred smiled and pinched both Arthur's cheeks, and told him.

"Now eat your donut."

Arthur hit him with the tray again.

"You used it as a ring, wanker! You should've bought three if you used the other one as a prop!" the Brit pouted a little before his, fiancé', stood up, laughing at his statement, and bought him a whole box. He was forced to eat it though, not wanting to disappoint the other.

And so, he returned home with a sick stomach.

But, it was a good kind of sickness.

He never loved donuts more than ever now.

His donut ring lay on top of the table, inside cake holder.

"Donuts for a proposal huh? Sounds cute." Arthur thought to himself and hooked himself up with some fresh, lemon tea.

"Git…" he chuckled.

A/N: Pardon the cheesyness in this fic.../shotdead