AUTHOR: Akiko
1st of November, 2014 - British Taste
While England is speaking, blue eyes are trained on him, following every little motion of his lips. They take in the details of his face, how his eye-colour seems to darken when he is talking about something very serious or a topic that matters personally to him.
How a faint, light colour of red dusts the pale cheeks with the almost invisible freckles when Arthur puts his hidden passion into his speech and his accent is enchanting everyone in the room.
America can't look away.
He sits at the table, his documents for today's meeting messily spread over his place, unnoticed. His entire attentions lays on the Brit who is standing tall at the other side and tries to make a clear statement on some political matter. Alfred doesn't care about the things England is saying; he's focusing on the way he says it.
On the thick accent, the deep voice, these intense green eyes – Arthur's appearance in general is something that has started to demand all of Alfred's attention lately.
Suddenly, there's a silence as England stops talking and America jumps in his seat when the green eyes he'd been so focused on all of a sudden look at him. Instantly, he blushes very obviously, stutters an excuse and quickly gathers his papers to start the speech.
England seems surprised when America calls after him after the meeting is over. "Wait, England! Gotta talk to you!" The blond Brit stops and turns around, only to see the typical, big and cheerful grin on Alfred's face as he comes running towards him.
He can't help but to notice the lingering blush that covers the young face.
"What is it, America, you know I have work to do! Make it quick", the Brit grumbles in response, but he's not as annoyed as he makes it look. America knows that.
"Just wanted to know if you're up for dinner later on. And no, I don't mean McDonald's, I mean a real dinner in a nice restaurant! Do you?"
Arthur draws his brows together. "Do I what?"
"Do you want to go or not? Come on, I'm inviting you! And I'll pick you up." England can only sigh at the puppy-eyes expression and the hopeful smirk that lights up Alfred's face – and he nods with a little sigh. The loud outburst of happiness causes him to roll his eyes, but in all honesty, England is secretly very happy over this chance to meet up.
As promised, the restaurant is a fancy one. Alfred laughs at the almost shocked expression on Arthur's face when he realizes that he didn't lie. The Brit grumbles a bit but his mood lights up when the waiter brings the drinks and takes their orders for the food.
England takes the first sip from the red wine he's ordered and America can't stop himself from staring. He's mesmerized from Arthur's lips and swallows hard when the Brit flicks out his tongue to catch a few drops of wine.
A question pops up in Alfred's head. One he's asked himself for years already.
If he was to kiss Arthur… how would his lips taste?
Maybe they'd be salty from back then when England was a pirate. When he ruled the seven seas and everyone felt a shiver of fear from calling his name.
Maybe they'd be bitter from the tea he is always drinking.
And right now…
England's eyes widen in shock when Alfred suddenly leans forward, grabs him by the tie and pulls him close. Their lips meet and Arthur is too surprised to struggle or protest; he lets America do and even relaxes slightly from the soft contact.
Yet when they part, they both blush furiously and the Brit mutters a curse, demands to know what just happened and why.
"I don't know…", Alfred starts, voice quiet and his cheeks a deep red. "I just… wanted to kiss you. I wondered how you'd taste if I did…"
Arthur can only stare at him, but then a little frown appears on his forehead. He grabs the hand that still holds his tie, frees himself and they both sit back in the chairs again. Then he clears his throat.
".. to figure this out, you'll need more than such a little kiss", England mumbles.
For a moment, it's dead quiet after his words and he almost doubts if America could hear them at all.
Alfred heard him just fine. His cheeks turn a furious shade of red at the suggestion that stands behind Arthur's words, but then he reacts in an instant. England doesn't even protest when he's dragged outside, after a mere call to the waiter that they would be back soon.
Once outside, Arthur finds himself pinned against a wall, but he encourages the blond nation in front of him, gently combs his fingers through his hair and pulls him closer. Their lips meet for a second time and now, it's much more passionate.
"... We should move to another place", America suggests after they part; he's a little out of breath and his cheeks are deep red. Arthur looks the same, only with a teasing grin on his lips.
"Yeah, we should."
Alfred grins too, feels his heart beating wildly in his chest.
"And then I can find out what your kisses really taste like."