Ludwig was on the couch, his back against it's arm rest, one leg crossed and the other sprawled out. He had a book in hand and was reading it. Something on the worlds best military tactics or something. The sort of thing that just could just grab his mind and set those tactics in play in his head.
On the other side of the couch Alfred sat there with his knees near his chest and a crossword puzzle book laid against them. Alfred had the end of a pen in his mouth, chewing on it with a look of concentration upon his face.
"You sly little thing, you." He scribled in another answer. "...One more, and done." He mummbled. His eyes came up from the book and looked over at the other, so drawn into that book in his hands. He wouldn't expect him to be so drawn into that book, he was right here wasn't he? He brought the pen from his mouth and dropped it... nothing, nothing at all. He reached over the side of the couch and rolled off it with a 'thud'.
He grabbed his pen and his eyes went back to the other. Still nothing. No acknowledgment nor moment but of that with his eyes reading through the words plastered in that damned book. He huffed. He needed his attention away from that book.
With his crossword book and pen in hand he practically jumped back onto the couch, which then grabbed Ludwig's attention.
He pulled the others book from his hands and replaced it with himself. Ludwig wrapped his arms around the other as he pulled him closer to himself. Alfred pulled his book to the others face "Help me with it?" His head tilted back to look at the others face. He smiled and brought his eyes went back down to meet with his book as Ludwig's chin rested atop the others head. "I need a seven letter word for things you hit at parties."
"Gilbert."
A smirk was set upon Ludwig's lips as Alfred snickered. "Man, your bro got wasted beyond belief at the last party, I wish someone would have gotten pictures. But really, I need a seven letter word." He pulled the book up and placed it in front of the other blonds face. Ludwig stared at the crossword for a bit, brows furrowed as he shifted his head to rest in the nook of the others shoulder. "...pinatas"
"Ah ha! I knew I loved you for a reason." He took his pen wrote in the answer, and threw the book to the side were it promptly landed atop the coffee table. "You love me because of mein brain?" Ludwig was joking, Alfred knew it of course. "Nein. Your bruder's supposed 'awesome' must have rubbed off on you down the line, and god damnit your cute." He turned his head to catch the others lips.
I make Alfred such a whore, having him go between Ivan, Ludwig und his bruder, sir awesome. xD I feel like Alfred would also be an attention whore at times.
The idea just hit me and it's just supposed to be something fluffy. Yea, Dunno how that turned out. I feel like Alfred being the US of A, the melting pot of the freagin' world, at times he's slip into a sort of broken English depending who he's talking too. Or just a whole 'nother language. Also, Not only does Pru/Ame need more love, but such the same for this pairing.
And not knowing the answer was just a total excuse, Because everyone knows it is. Maybe it should have been Gilbert instead of Alfred... meh.
Disclaimer- I disclaim :D! only own the plot.