A/N: A little drabble-ish one-shot-ish thing-y which I came up with. No flames!
Alfred watched the fireworks explode over New York, a loud party going on behind him. They were on the terrace of his villa to celebrate his birthday, Independence Day. He looked over the city skyline, highlighted by the show, a small smile tugging at his lips. But then, he'd remember just how this day came to be, and the one person who'd never show up. He gazed back at his friends, it seemed like they were enjoying themselves. At least, as much as that was possible with the constant worry of a drunk Francis attempting to molest you.
"Hey Alfred."
Alfred spun around, an incredulous look on his face. Arthur stood there, smiling, a big present held in front of him. "Arthur!" Hugging him tightly, almost knocking the gift out of Arthur's hands, he pulled back a little to see the other's shocked face. Recomposing himself, Arthur stepped back a little, a bashful blush on his face. "Don't you want your present?" He asked teasingly, holding it out. "Well, yolo!" Alfred reasoned in his head. "Mmmh, fine." Wrapping one arm around Arthur, he cupped his face and gently kissed him, smiling victoriously as he felt the other kiss back. Pulling away a little, Arthur tucked his head underneath the other's chin, looking up happily. "I meant the other gift, you git." He muttered, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I love you too." Rolling his eyes, Arthur pulled him back into another more passionate kiss, when he saw a flash of light. Both pulling away, startled, they groaned when they saw Elizabeta and Kiku in front of them, cameras in hand, whilst Francis, Gilbert and Antonio laughed behind them.
Entering the conference room, Alfred noticed the photos strewn on the whole table. Picking one up, he noticed they were all the same, about- ! Freezing, he read the caption:
YESTERDAY'S AMERICAN PARTY ENDS WITH A BANG AS RIVALS MAKE UP… AND OUT!
Topped by a picture of him kissing Arthur, probably courtesy of the "paparazzi" yesterday. "Ohohon, you like my pun at the end, Amerique?" Francis skipped into the room, followed by a fuming Arthur. "Get a life, dude." Alfred muttered, starting to sweep the photos together into a pile. Hopefully he'd be able to get rid of them before the other nations saw them.
"My turn with the presentations, s'il vous plait!" Francis exclaimed, jumping up and waving his hands about just as Ludwig finished talking. Prancing up to the computer, he placed a disk into the drive and pressed a button on the keyboard. The projector lighting up, a wall-sized copy of the photos Alfred had disposed of earlier appeared.
"…YOU'RE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE, AREN'T YOU, YOU FROG?!"