I don't own anything; I fail convos and plenty of fail grammar/spelling there too.

YEAH just to practice for my speech coming up soon.

Xxxx

Click, Click, Click,

The American took his time looking through his shots of the scene; making sure they were beyond the usual "beautiful" shot and deleting other unimpressive ones. Even if it wasn't evident, he had the extreme passion for photography.

But photography would always remain to be a hobby besides his main line of work as a forensic scientist. His best friend, Francis would utterly insist on him to actually put his photography behind expensive frames but Alfred would always decline; it would be just additional work for him.

Although today was just one of those rare days where he actually had a day off and the only way to relax was utilizing his hobby and besides hanging out with his friends.

Click,

Alfred let out a short sigh; he almost missed that blue canary by the pond; simply but ever so elegant bird. A huge grin slowly made its way on his face with just a thought of a bald eagle landing nearby.

Then again, bald eagles weren't fond of bustling cities, high crime rates and (to the dismay of the American) McDonalds.

His stomach growled loudly; making Alfred sigh once more. A quick food break before delving with some more photo-action would definitely suffice. He quickly hid his most prized camera in his bag before jogging towards the exit of the old park. The American took the quickest and also most unused way; since he had heard a new branch was open in the east of the old park. Just the thought of those hamburgers made his mouth water.

Bump, Curse, Scowl, Stare,

Maybe the path wasn't as unused as he initial thought and oddly his heart couldn't help but skip a beat for a moment as he stared back at a pair of pristine emeralds belonging to an Englishman.

Xxxx

It has been exactly 3 days, 15 hours and 3 minutes since Alfred last visit to the old park … and of course meeting that not so gentle Englishman.

Yes, the Englishman was the only reason why he was coming back; that person that made him understand the feeling of having butterflies flutter in your stomach region. But he had already thought about it thoroughly that there was only a slim to none chance of seeing the mystery man at the same area. It's not like some case where the particularly unlucky murderer just happens to remember he left his murder weapon at the scene of the crime and returned to retrieve it before it's too late.

Definitely not that,

Hopefully.

Out of habit, the American pulls out his camera for anything that could spike his interest as he hunts for that Englishman from yesterday. To his dismay, there was just no life in the old park now or maybe forever? He quickly shook his head at such a negative idea.

He sudden ran behind the few trees as he heard the familiar accent.

It was him.

And he was feeding and talking to pigeons?

Alfred could not help but stare in horror; The American vaguely wondered if the big guy up there had a sore spot for him and now made him fall for a lunatic.

Then his blue eyes caught on the small tombstone staying at the base of the Maple tree

He understood at that very point and gave a moment of silence before glancing back at the Englishman; The American could not find a single sign of sadness or remorse in those precious gems, but was greeted with … He really wasn't sure, it could be happiness or something else . Well, it was evident that the man had probably moved on and Alfred would probably ask about it some other time.

Alfred did not waste any more time and quickly started accessing the mystery man's physical appearance. From below (and starting at what he was wearing), the Englishman had simply black leather shoes, black pants, red sweater vest, white dress shirt (beneath the sweater vest) and a black tie. It more or less made his target more uptight and snooty. From his vantage point also, he could tell that the man is not so tall, beautiful emerald eyes, darker shade of blonde and…

Whoa those caterpillars.

The American had to stifle his laughter; those things were huge and well kinda adorable in his opinion.

Smile,

Alfred quickly held his camera and did not waste another moment.

Click,

Technically this could be demanded as stalking, but then he could always smooth talk his way with art as an excuse.

Click, Click, Click,

Blue eyes could not look away from the wondrous form lying casually on the wooden park bench.

Especially that smile.

Alfred was too allured to stop and basically he could not get enough of him.

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"Mon ami, I believe I have what you need to break this case." Francis simply blinked as he was greeted with silence in the particular laboratory. Odd, he was certain Alfred would be here; perhaps he should try the dark room nearby. The Frenchman gave a swift knock on the door and was graced yet again with silence.

"Ready or not, here I come" He stated before granting himself entrance. The first thing he did notice was the lights were already on; which meant whoever was developing was either done or just starting.

Then something else caught his eyes.

Photos.

Just photo after photo of only one person.

Francis took a good and close look on each and every photograph that hanged to be dried just to make sure his eyes weren't lying; it was definitely not a victim or a suspect. Although the Frenchman would admit this man was gorgeous but the man's natural attractiveness was ten fold increase by an extremely precise and professional photographer.

This meant only one thing.

"How wonderful!" Francis pulls out his handkerchief and wipes the edges of his blue eyes; It honestly brings him to tears. FINALLY His usually dense and annoying best friend was already growing up and finding Amour.

But it sort of hurt, considering Alfred did not even told a soul, not even to him of all people.

"F-Francis?"

The French man whipped his head towards the source of the voice; finding the man he was looking for. He wasn't sure whether to feel confident that the evidence he holds can close the current case, happy for his best friend found love and or slightly pissed for he was not informed of the said epitome of love of his American friend.

He made sure that Alfred would not leave without getting juicy details of this mystery man.