Happy Fourth
"Awh, Arthur, wake up~! Don't you know what day it is~?"
"Ahh…. Shut up and let me sleep, you bloody idiot git…."
"Meanie. That isn't any way to say good morning to me."
Arthur rolled over and put a pillow over his head, annoyed at the four-eyed blonde poking his shoulder repeatedly.
Alfred just laughed cheerfully and pulled him out of bed.
"We're watching the fireworks tonight~. It'll be romantic, won't it? Are you going to wake up now, or not?"
"Yeah…. I guess."
And poor Arthur waddled out of bed, a bruise forming on his shoulder where Alfred had been poking.
Hard.
Alfred followed him all the way to the kitchen, prattling on about his plans.
First, there was the pool party at Rayla's house.
Then there was the picnic, also at Rayla's house.
And then there'd be the anything-you-want-to-do time.
Lastly, there were the fireworks that evening.
So, after breakfast of burgers and cereal, the duo drove off to their first destination: doom.
~Timeskip, If You Please~
They arrived at Rayla's house, and the pool party followed.
Everything was total disaster: Ivan asked over and over again for Arthur then Rayla to 'become one with Mother Russia, da?'; and was rejected enthusiastically.
And the picnic that followed was also as chaotic as the pool party.
Arthur got tipsy and wallowed in self-pity for some time, but a smack from Alfred brought him to his senses again.
In anything-you-want-to-do-time, Arthur stole a few kisses from his idiotic Alfred, and slept, and tried to ward off the hoards of fangirls that followed him.
Finally it was evening, and the two A's were sitting on a blanket, surrounded by bushes.
Fortunately, for them, they'd picked a spot where they could watch the fireworks but still have privacy.
An explosion, and a red, white and blue flower shot into the night sky, then faded.
Arthur smiled, a feeling of contentment washing over him; and took Alfred's hand.
Al grinned back and the two shared a rather long kiss.
"This night is better than the whole day, huh? Happy Fourth, Alfred."
"Happy Fourth, Arthur."
And they sat in quiet solitude for some minutes, watching the brilliant show.
Until….
Several flashes of light from the bushes surrounding them, and a giggle was seen and heard.
Jumping up, Arthur parted the branches to expose a grinning Rayla, holding a camera, and Ivan, also holding a camera.
"Aha! We were right, after all!"
"Why you…. Bloody gits…. Get out this instant!"
"This is only some of your payback for refusing to become one with me, da! Be happy I didn't bash your head in yet, da."
A sinister smile tugged at the ends of the Russian, and he gave Arthur a whack on the head with his pipe.
They stood up, earning a few curses from Alfred, and quickly left to report the news.
Alfred sighed, shrugged and pulled Arthur back onto the blanket.
"Forget about them, Arthur. Oh, look! A flag-shaped firework!"
"Arthur, dude, you alright?"
"Yeah, just fine. I was just wondering if all of my life will be completely horrible thanks to those two."
". . . . . . ."
The End