Arthur woke up next to Alfred, his arms tightly wrapped around his tiny body like a 4-year old would with a comforting teddy bear. He gently turned around to face Alfred. Alfred's eyes were still shut as emitted a soft snore.
"Alfred?... A-Alfred wake up." Arthur gave his partner a light shove. "Are you up? Alfred... ALFRED!" Alfred shocked himself awake. "What?"
"Get up! " Arthur sat up and looked at the alarm clock. "It's almost noon." Alfred put on his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He blinked his eyes to adjust to the light. Alfred sat up next to Arthur who was already getting out of bed. "What would you like for breakfast?" he began to put on his British flag patterned robe and dark blue, fuzzy slippers.
"Ermmm... Eggs and bacon?"
"Alright." Alfred gave Arthur a small peck on the lips before Arthur went off to cook. As he walked out of the room, Americat and Engcat leaped off the bed and followed Arthur to the kitchen. He fed the two cats and got to work. Alfred soon came out in only his American flag boxers. He prepped the couple's coffee.
"There's a big country party Saturday. Are you going?" Alfred asked, setting up the breakfast table.
"Only if you're going," Arthur replied, flipping an egg over.
"So it's a yes?"
"I guess. Are all of the countries gonna make it?"
"They should all be there. If anyone doesn't, they're either having some economic depression or have died. It's one of the biggest parties of the year. They'd be crazy to miss it."
"True." They both waited in silence as Arthur finished cooking.
"Mmmmm this is really good," Alfred commented, taking a big bite out of his bacon.
"Mehh, it's not my best," Arthur replied.
"Not your best? Bro, your cooking fucking sucks!"
"So does yours!"
"Does not! Hamburgers are my delicacy!"
"Well nobody likes them." Alfred pouted as his boyfriend insulted every bit of his favorite food. He eventually got up and looked in the fridge.
"-Do we have any more eggs? Or milk?"
"No I used them all."
"... I guess we have to run a few errands today then. I'm gonna go get dressed so we can leave." Alfred and Arthur got dressed, grabbed the car keys, and left for the grocery store. When they got there, Alfred got out of the car and opened Arthur's door like he was royalty.
"Thank you," Arthur said. They walked close together, side by side, into the store. Their height difference varied only by a foot and a few inches but it was truly noticeable.
"Agghh noo," Arthur pouted as he stepped into a mud puddle.
"Calm down, we can wash it later." As the automatic doors slid open rapidly, a small wave of cool air blew over their faces.
"Ahhhh that feels good," Alfred said They walked over to the correct aisle.
" Oh, Alf, I'm gonna go grab some more tea if that's okay," Arthur said. "Go ahead!" Alfred replied casually as he kept walking to the eggs and dairy section.
Arthur arrived at a vacant aisle filled with various types of teas from many countries.
"Ahh British tea," he spoke to himself. He closely examined each box. "Black tea? No, honey tea? Noo, chamomile? Hmm.. So many choices." He continued. "Ah! Let's go with blueberry tea today." Just as he was about to grab a box of blueberry tea, a strong arm grabbed his forearm and drug him through the aisle, out the door. "W-who are you?" he exclaimed in the parking lot, trying to break free of his grasp. Arthur looked up at the face but all there was was a black ski mask. His car, a black, dented mess with a beaten up D.C. license plate. The unknown human put shackles on his victim's wrists and ankles. He threw Arthur facedown in the backseat and sat on him, pinning him down as he pulled out a syringe filled to its maximum capacity of a clear green liquid.
"This will hurt just a pinch," a deep manly voice assured.
"What? N-no please don't! I beg of you! Please! I-I.. I-." Within seconds, Arthur was injected with the liquid and was asleep.
"Arthur you noob, why do you take so long to pick out a simple box of t-," Alfred stared in shock at the muddy dragged footprints. "Oh no."