I actually wrote this story almost a year ago and posted it on deviantART. So I just decided to change up some errors and upload it here. Believe it or not, this was my first USUK fanfic I've ever wrote. Never knew I could write something so fluffy-ish in my n00b days ... Anyways, I hope you like it ; A;
Arthur was pacing back and forth impatiently. "Bloody hell, how long does it take to get two ice cream cones?" He sighed and crossed his arms tightly across his chest.
Footsteps were coming behind him. "Oy, England! I'm back with your favorite!" Alfred quickly caught up to the Englishman with a short pant.
"Well, it's about time!" Arthur said, taking the cone.
"Aw, England! I'm sorry but the lady in front of me was taking, like, FOREVER!" The American looked at Arthur with a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry, bro."
Arthur patted his head. "Okay then. I forgive you, I guess." He led him to the bench beside him and both sat down.
Alfred put his arm around the Brit's shoulder. "So, how's your ice cream, England?" he said, taking a lick of his double-stacked chocolate ice cream cone. "Is it to your liking?"
Arthur nodded. "Yes. It is simply splendid, America. But how did you know my favorite flavor?"
A small smirk appeared on the American's face. "You know how when we were... 'playing' with our food yesterday?"
Arthur started blushing.
"Well, you told me you liked strawberries... and I remembered since." Alfred took another lick of his ice cream and chuckled.
Arthur put his hand over his mouth. "Bollocks, that wasn't very smooth of me, was it?" The Brit turned his head to cough to the side nervously. He nommed the top part of his single-stacked strawberry ice cream and managed to let out a short laugh.
"Hey, England," Alfred said, turning to Arthur. "Lets do this again sometime. You know, to take a break from the others. What do you say?" His arm that was around the Englishman's shoulder unraveled and wiped a smudge of ice cream that was stuck on his nose.
Arthur's thick eyebrows raised up. "Really? I think that's a great idea, America," he said, leaning into Alfred. The two of them smiled at each other as they ate the rest of their ice cream. "A really great idea..."