I was bored in class yesterday and left the stories i was working on at home so I came up with this! If the fluff don't kill you i don't know what will! PLease enjoy, sorry it's so short!
Arthur walked through the chilly evening air towards his flat. He was so tired he was practically dead on his feet. He was walking home from work and he could barely keep his eyes open. He'd had a ton of paperwork to finish as well as complete all the meaningless tasks his boss had given him. He was stumbling over himself to get home.
The door to his home came into view and he reached into his pocket for his keys. He unlocked the door and tripped inside. He was thankful for the warmth. Being the nation of Britain, Arthur was used to the cold seeing how it rained all the time, but he never said no to the welcoming heat and familiarity of his flat. He tossed his briefcase somewhat carelessly onto an armchair, startling the American sitting on his couch.
"Hey Iggy. You're home late," Alfred said, glancing up from his paper. The Englishman grunted to let Alfred know he'd heard him. "You alright?" Alfred asked. Arthur nodded as he plopped down beside the man. Alfred raised an eyebrow but went back to his newspaper without questioning further. He failed to notice the Brit's eyes slip close and him start sliding sideways.
"Arthur!" he yelped as the man fell into his lap. He was About to reprimand But he saw that the man's emerald eyes were shut. "Artie! What's wrong?" Alfred asked, trying not to freak out. He grabbed Arthur's shoulder and shook him gently.
"Sod off and le' me sleep," he mumbled, curling towards Alfred's stomach. The American's eyes widened and he chuckled. "An' don' laugh," he muttered, wrapping an arm around Alfred's leg.
"Come on you, let's get you to bed," Alfred said. He moved Arthur around, much to the Brit's displeasure, until he was holding him in his arms. He stood up, Arthur held bridal style and walked back to their room. The smaller man snuggled into Alfred's warmth. He just felt so cold and lonely at the moment.
"Where are you going?" he asked, too tired to open his green eyes. Alfred didn't answer as he walked into the bedroom and laid Arthur on their large bed. The Englishman cracked a clover orb as Alfred pulled the covers up to his chin.
"Sleep. I'll make something to eat and have your tea ready when you wake up," Alfred said. Arthur nodded but grabbed the American's fingers as he stood up. He could fell the many callouses on the nation's hand.
"Stay," he said softly, gripping the man's fingers as tightly as he could in his exhausted state. Alfred smiled and sat down next to Arthur.
"As you wish," he replied, brushing his hand over England's hair. The nation stuck his tongue out as America and snuggled up next to him. Alfred hummed softly, lulling Arthur into sleep. Arthur smiled as he listened to the gentle, beautiful sound. The Englishman's breathing deepened and Alfred realized he'd fallen asleep. He grinned and carefully stop up so as not to wake Arthur.
"Goodnight hun," he whispered, leaning down to kiss his cheek, "sleep well."