Inspired by the song Impredecible (Unpredictable) by Eiza González. I recommend to listen while you read. Here´s the link: (If you want the English lyrics tell me and I'll wipe up a quick translation):

www . youtube watch?v = bk0JM_E_uPY (Erase the spaces)

LA VERSIÓN EN ESPAÑOL "IMPREDECIBLE" ESTÁ EN MI PERFIL

Arthur, busy as always, sighed heavily.

What a day, thought the diligent blond thought as he ran a hand through his hair. It felt like hay. Dammit, when did I last wash it…?

With a second sigh he shook his head. Now's not the time to be distracted, Arthur.

The Brit proceeded to recapture his pencil—when had he first let it go anyway?—and reread what he'd written. This report had to be handed in by tomorrow, and even though the Englishman had started it three days ago, he'd yet to finish the tedious essay. Damn lack of inspiration. It is because of the previously explained reasons that the actual European markets have fallen in such debts with the other, therefore in bankruptcy to-

A screech erupted from his left and the table started to vibrate. It was his cellphone.

The Englishman wanted to scream. Who dared interrupt him in such an abhorrent matter? Bloody hell, so close to finishing all damn ready and—it was then that the Brit noticed the time. It was ten o'clock.

The blond gulped loudly, producing a sound that bounced in the walls of his throat and died in his mouth.

Only one person ever called him after nine thirty.

Arthur felt his face go pale. His hands started to sweat. His stomach felt as if it were falling into the fiery pits of Hell itself.

The phone started to go off louder.

Shit!

With a jump that almost provoked a sudden suicide to his precious tea mug—that had accompanied him through so many all-nighters he couldn't possibly hope to count them—the blond reached him phone and opened it.

"Hullo?" he asked. He noticed he was out of breath.

"Hi sweetheart, how was your day?" Arthur took a deep, deep breath and smiled placidly. His guttural yet adorably childish voice caressed his very soul. He honestly never breathed as deep, as easily, as he did when he spoke to, or was with, Alfred.

Wait, what?

It was in that moment that Arthur fully registered the American's words.

"Goddammit, Alfred! How many times do I have to tell you not to call me any of your bloody nicknames?!" the blond fervently yelled at the mobile device.

"Hey. Hey!" Meanwhile, Alfred sighed. Arthur was talking—more like yelling his head off—non-stop and he couldn't shut him up. "Artie! Hey! Artieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" he whined, purposely extending the last vowel in a way he knew annoyed Arthur.

"What?!" exclaimed the Englishman. Bingo. Alfred had to bite down to avoid a chuckle. He knew his Brit so well by now…

Alfred smiled.

"I love you" he said sweetly.

Arthur felt white-hot heat run up to his face. All his frustration, his stress, all his ills, really, disappeared. Just like that. Poof. Gone.

Alfred always did that to him. Only hearing his voice made him breathe with more ease. With an I love you he could simply melt. And it was that tone… so sweet, so gentle—something quite rare for the hyperactive, hero-complex-possessing American—simply so… Arthur didn't even know how to describe it. It was as if the American caressed him softly—it made him feel hot and chills at the same time.

"And I love you."

Aw, they seem so sweet, so fluffy... well, that ain't gonna last long.

Thanks for reading! I hope you're liking it. I'll try and get chapter 2 up soon, but keep in mind that I'm also uploading the story in Spanish (Impredecible).

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