'"Alfred, he's leaving in the morning. Come on, this is actually your last chance."
He murmurs assent, blushing a deep crimson under his glasses. Alfred stands up slowly, setting his face.
Matthew stuffs his fist in his mouth to stop himself giggling. Alfred is actually going to tell Arthur he feels. "Promise me, just be honest, and talk to him, alright?"
"I'll show him exactly how I feel."
Alfred glances back at his brother once, flashing him a trademark grin. The englishman sits at the bar facing away from the brothers.
A slight wave of concern flushes over Matthew, That grin- Oh god. What's he going to do.
The American stands behind Arthur and leans down a little so they're at eye level. He taps the man on the shoulder.
Arthur looks around. "America-" He stares at him in surprise.
Alfred glances at his hands for a second then looks up. "Arthur-"
He cups his hand solemnly around Arthur's chin, and leans quickly into kiss him on the mouth. Their lips meet for a second, then Alfred pulls away do Arthur won't have to. Arthur licks his bottom lip slightly, as if still feeling the strange kiss.
"Sorry Iggy. Thought you should know."'
France pauses, taking in the astounded silence around the table. "So, do you all like my fan-fiction so far? It is beautiful, non?" Arthur meets Alfred's eyes for a moment, and they both look away awkwardly.
America leans back in his chair, laughing uncomfortably, England stands up abruptly, slamming his fist into the table.
"What the hell was that you bloody frog!?"
"Ahahahah. Dude you have a sick mind! Wait- that was ME?"
"I don't think that really would have happened." Canada frowned quietly.
France giggled. "But I am never wrong about the Amour, non?"
"Haha bad timing dude, England's gonna kill you."
"I TOLD YOU TO QUIT MESSING WITH ME ON SICK SUBLIMINAL LEVELS YOU FROG-"
"Dude calm down-"
"SHUTUP AMERICA, HELP ME GET HIM ON THE FLOOR."
"Vat are you France, some kind of fan-girl?! EVERYBODY BE QUIET!" The German was ignored, the fist fight between the French and the Briton escalating.
"Ve- Please! Francy-Pants you're scaring me! Please everybody calm down!"
"Hai, Please-u calm down. We have a meeting to begin here."
"When did we start on the reading of the fan-faction at these meetings? I have may nice fan-fictions about all of you, I could share them next time!"
"Russia-Chan, that is scary! Uh- Would you all like to try a chinese tasty-treat?!"
"WE TOLD YOU BEFORE, WE'D JUST START FIGHTING AGAIN!"
Germany sighed, sliding his notepad into a briefcase by the desk, and standing up to leave. "I don't know why I thought we could have a normal meeting here anyway. Goodbye."
He walked out the door to echoes of something along the lines of "Besides, I don't really go for dudes with weird eyebrows."