Beep! Beep! A groan escaped the young Americans' lips as his alarm went off telling him it was time to get up for school. School; he had to go back already. The dirty blonde flipped over, slamming his hand down on the clock and smashing it to bits. Leaving his hand there for a bit, he eventually opened his bright blue eyes, staring at the ceiling. Alfred could hear his roommate was up and cooking breakfast. He sniffed the air lightly and his mouth started to water, it smelt really good… Damn, that meant he had to get up. He rolled to the side of the bed, bits of his alarm falling to the floor; Alfred got up stretching. He didn't bother to put on a shirt and walked out to the kitchen, grabbing his glasses, before he left the room though, that were near his bedroom door. He sat down at the table and looked at the boy facing the stove.
"Hey Artie, what cha' cooking?" He asked, smiling sleepily.
Arthur groaned, "I see you're up, Alfred…" He turned around and blushed when he saw the teen wasn't quite awake. "Err; maybe not… You look like you're still half asleep…" He turned around to face the stove.
Alfred noticed the blush before the shorter man turned around again, "You didn't answer me Artie." He said getting up to look over his shoulder. "It smells good for once."
"Shut up, you git!" He could feel Alfred against his back and leaned back slightly before realizing what he was doing. "I'm making eggs and bacon… Is that okay, you wanker?"
Alfred could have sworn that Arthur leaned back against him but he had pulled back quite quickly, so it was difficult to tell. "Uh, ya that's fine… Thanks Artie,"
"Good, now sit down…" He elbowed Alfred lightly.
The blue eyed American raised an eyebrow but went and sat down again waiting for Arthur to be done. He shut his eyes and laid his head down on the table so he could wait but soon fell asleep again. Arthur finally finished cooking and turned to give the impatient boy some food but saw him fast asleep. He sighed and placed a plate in front of him while he sat down to eat his own meal. The British teen didn't eat very much before noticing that Alfred had his lips parted so that if he was to lean over and kiss him; he could slip his tongue in. He shook his head trying to finish eating but every time he looked at Alfred, he wanted to kiss him. Arthur soon leaned over and tipped the boys head slightly so he could reach his lips. Pressing his lips against the other boys he felt him stir slightly; Arthur pulled away so quickly he fell back in his chair landing on the ground. He groaned loudly which woke up Alfred completely.
Alfred touching his lips lightly, "Arthur, I dreamt that someone kissed me." He looked over and saw him on the ground, "Dude what are you doing down there?" He asked laughing.
"I was making sure there was still gravity… What do you think I'm doing you git? I fell; not a big deal." He said getting up and dusting himself off. "You had a dream about kissing? Sounds like you Alfred…"