Wishing away the pain, Alfred walked to the door. Nothing could stop what he was feeling at that moment. It was too difficult to stand let alone go back to work knowing who was waiting. Only two days ago Alfred had the day of his life, and then it was all taken away. Opening the door, he stepped out into the wet streets. 'Of course it's raining I'm in England...Dammit! How in hell will I be able to face that damn Arthur again? Why did I agree to come here anyway...oh I remember what he said! "C'mon Alfred you have to come back with me! We agreed that if I came to your house you would let me take you back to mine. I already told my mum that you were coming so you cannot back out now. Now take my hand and let's go!" Yah...but why did he have to break up with me the day after we got here?! I've only been here three days and it already sucks.' Breathing deeply Alfred started to walk to his new work. Not only did it suck that he had to work with his ex-boyfriend, but they were living together. Arthur didn't even give a reason in why they should break up but just said it. Was it because he wanted to speed things up and do more than just hug, hold hands, and occasionally kiss? Alfred smiled to himself as he remembered the first time he tried to kiss him...

*~o~)O(~o~*

"Hey Arthur...can I, um, ask you something?" Arthur was staring blankly at the ground not saying anything. Nodding quietly Alfred continued with what he was about to say anyway. It was their first official date since they had met.

Since they were about 14 they had been pen-pals through school, then it evolved into something else. They started to video chat after about a year and realized what was just supposed to be a school project became a daily thing. When Alfred first saw Arthur he couldn't help but laugh at his immense eyebrows... Arthur was simply mesmerized by Alfred's bright-blue eyes. Almost everyday Alfred would do chores just so his mom would let him use the laptop. It took a while to convince her that he wasn't looking at porn, but talking to his new best friend Arthur who lived in England. Finally two years later he summed up the courage to ask Arthur to be his boyfriend. When he actually asked him it was Arthur's sixteenth birthday and it was really stormy so the signal strength was horrible. The sound cut out right before he could ask him, and just as the video started to cut out Alfred managed to scribble it on a piece of paper and let Arthur see. Minutes later a chat balloon popped up on the screen saying one word: yes.

It had been a whole year since that day and Arthur managed to convince his parents to let him go to America. It was the only thing Arthur wanted for his birthday, and when he finally was allowed the first thing he did was call Alfred. Stunned at first Alfred could only ask one thing: Where are you going to stay? Slightly disappointed that he didn't get the hint, Arthur told him that he wanted to stay with him. Now it was his birthday and Alfred had taken him out to the town so they could be alone. The whole day the spent talking for hours and wondering around the town square and it was only 8pm. Looking at his friend, Alfred continued with his question.

"Can I, uh...can I hold your hand?" Surprised, Arthur grabbed his tall friends hand and pulled him into a hug.

"You know," Arthur whispered "I've wanted to hug you for a long time. I was hoping you would ask me that, you bloody arshe..." Smiling to himself, Alfred put his arms around his boyfriend's waist and squeezed him tight. Letting go after a minute or two they began to walk again yet didn't let go of each others hands.

"Where should we go now?" Restlessly Arthur asked the question for the zillionth time that day. Every time Alfred would just drag him off to another random store. But this time, he simply stared back at him almost waiting for him to reply.

"Um...Alfred...?"

Leaning inward Alfred got about a centimeter away from Arthur's face. "This is where I want to go, but only if you let me." Blushing furiously Arthur raised his huge eyebrows and backed away a little, not quite sure what Alfred really meant.

Getting the hint Alfred stood back and dropped Arthur's hand. As he walked away he muttered an apology. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me. Let's just go home."

"W-wait! I said wait you stupid git! It's not that I don't want-ahem-to...I'm just a little nervous. No! That's not it-I just don't really want to yet-"

Cutting off Arthur, Alfred grabbed him and pulled him into a tight hug.

"I don't care how long I have to wait for you; just don't make me wait forever!" Arthur pushed himself away from Alfred's chest and planted a kiss onto the tall mans lips. Breaking away after a moment or two he stared into Alfred's eyes.

"Don't dare to ask me to do anything, just do it." Alfred grinned from ear to ear and couldn't help but laugh at the Brits accent when he was angry. Grabbing his friends hand he pulled him back in the direction of his house.

*~o~)O(~o~*

"American twit! Stop daydreaming and get in here already. We have customers to serve and money to make." Realizing he had walked to his workplace, Alfred looked up to the one person he didn't want to see. After reminiscing in that perfect memory it seemed a little strange to be facing Arthur again. That wouldn't stop him from doing his work and being the awesome hero he was!

Running inside, Alfred breathed in the herby scent of tea as he entered the shop. Of course Arthur had to work at a tea café, which made Alfred just want a large cup of coffee with a bunch of sugar in it. Punching in his time card he began to work the cash register. After rush hour things began to slow down and since it was going to be a while before the next rush, Alfred decided to try to talk to Arthur. He needed to clear things up, he needed to know why things were the way they were. Walking to the back he found Arthur sitting in the corner, his head between his knees.

"Arty-sorryImeanArthur, are you okay?" Mumbling something Alfred couldn't hear Arthur pulled his knees in tighter. "Um, what did you say? I couldn't hear you..."

"I said leave me alone you damn arshe! I don't want to-hic-see you right now."

Alfred could tell Arthur had been drinking again because all of his words slurred a little. And the Brit had perfect speech despite his accent that kept him from saying "ass" right. Thankfully they were the only two working that day so nobody would be suspicious of Arthur. Squatting down in front of him Alfred lifted Arthur's chin and stared into his bloodshot green eyes.

"Please don't cry...whatever I did I'm sorry but please don't leave me here to want you back."

Bolting away, Arthur ran to the employees' restroom and slammed the door behind him. Alfred shook his head and sighed, 'What in hell did I do so wrong to make him hate me?' The tinkle of the doorbell made Alfred bolt back to the register. It was going to be hard to run the shop a man short, but he was the hero and heroes could do anything! He hoped at least...

The day went by in a flash and soon Alfred was ready to just go home and sleep. Unfortunately Arthur decided to run off right before rush hour and leave Alfred to man it all alone. Leaving the minute he flipped the closed sign at 8 o'clock Alfred rushed home and found all the lights out already. A note on the counter said that Mr. and Mrs. Kirkland left and wouldn't be back till the next morning, and there was a horror movie on at 8:15 so they could watch that. Wait! Horror movie?! Alfred slumped to the ground, great...the last thing he needed was to have to watch a horror movie. He couldn't chicken out either and would have to watch it. Only if Arthur watched it with him though! What a fun night this would be.

Flopping down on the couch, Alfred nearly landed on Arthur who had already flipped the channel to the movie and was watching it. The movie didn't build up anything, but instead went straight to the blood and guts. Staring at the ground he couldn't bear to see the horrifyingly gruesome act going on right in front of him.

"What? Don't tell me you're still afraid to watch horror films, Alfred?" Glaring at the snickering man next to him Alfred shook his head at raised his head to the T.V.

Screams filled the living room and blood was spraying everywhere. A chainsaw slashed through another victim making Alfred cringe and lean towards Arthur more. Every time another person was killed Alfred slowly leaned a little more into his British friend. Biting his tongue he forced himself to watch the screen as it filled with blood; a hand reached and grabbed his white-knuckled fist. Not moving, Alfred looked to Arthur who was staring at the screen with a look of disgust. The last victim was running for his life, and just as he thought he had found safety...SLICE! Blood went flying everywhere and the body was being slashed to pieces, filling the room in a red glow. Arthur had no problems with scary movies but he couldn't handle them as well as his Russian friend Ivan, who seemed to have a knack for killing.

As the body was being cut to pieces both Alfred and Arthur gripped onto each other subconsciously. "Oh fuck... Please tell it's over..." Whimpering, Alfred buried his face into Arthur's shoulder, not caring at that point what he did. All heroes had a weakness so it okay for him to be scared right?

Arms soon wrapped around him and pulled him into a hug. Warm lips brushed the tip of his ear, making him shiver as hushed words echoed through his blank mind.

"Shh...Look, I'm sorry that I broke up with you. I just don't want to rush into things and my parents... They don't even know about us. I need some time to sort this out, but I still need you back with me. Will you forgive me?" Looking up to Arthur, Alfred smiled and gave him the 'are you really sorry' look.

"Don't hurt me again, you bloody Brit." Imitating his best British accent Alfred broke into a grin.

Arthur smiled softly and chuckled, "You really need to work on that. Let's just pretend we never broke up and everything is the way it used to be. Although, I still need to figure things out with my parents so PLEASE no overwhelming-affection-attacks. Oh, and the movies over so I'm gonna go take a shower, and get ready for bed, alright?" Sitting up, Alfred nodded and watched as his now once again boyfriend walked up the stairs. It took a while to process everything that just happened. He almost doubted it was actually Arthur saying that and he was drunk, but he soon pushed that though out of his sleep-hazed mind. After a minute or two Alfred came to the realization of what Arthur just said; and despite that he just said that he didn't want to rush into things, Alfred ran up the stairs after Arthur. There was no way he would pass up this opportunity.