"No, Alfred, just—would you stop? I am perfectly capable of holding an umbrella!" Arthur huffed. He kept a firm hold on the umbrella currently protecting the two men from the light drizzle plaguing London.
Alfred rolled his eyes and made another grab for it. "Yeah, you're holding it, just not high enough. I'm not as short as you." Arthur started to bristle at the comment about his height, but Alfred distracted him by stopping him in the middle of the street and kissing him. He also took advantage of that time to snatch the umbrella away.
Arthur's face was red when he finally pushed Alfred away by the shoulders. "You're lucky the umbrella was low enough to hide that, you idiot," he muttered, but couldn't hide the small twitching of his mouth that told Alfred he was suppressing a smile.
"Baby, all the umbrellas in London couldn't hide my love for you," Alfred laughed. He wrapped his arm around Arthur's waist and pulled him close to his side as they started walking again, Alfred now holding their simple black umbrella high enough so that his head didn't brush the bottom of it.
"You're an annoying git sometimes, you know that?" Arthur replied, though it was without malice, and he leaned his head against Alfred's shoulder.
"That's a lie," Alfred chuckled. "You don't think I'm annoying. You lo-ove me," he said teasingly, and made an over-dramatic kissy-face that made Arthur laugh lightly.
"Alright," Arthur smirked. "If you're so good at picking out lies, what about this one: you're the most immature person I know."
"Nope! Another lie! You always complain that Peter is more immature than me," Alfred said with a victorious grin. " 'Which is quite an accomplishment, considering he has you to contend with'," he continued, in a horrible impression of what was supposed to be Arthur's voice.
Arthur frowned—it was not a pout—and said defensively, "I sound nothing like that!"
Alfred kissed his temple, still smiling and chuckling slightly, but didn't respond to that. He just said, "Come on, give me another. I'm likin' this game."
"Okay," Arthur hummed thoughtfully, humoring Alfred. "You need to eat fewer hamburgers and french-fries."
Alfred stopped in the street again, fixing Arthur with a gravely serious stare, though his eyes twinkled teasingly. "You can never eat too many burgers and fries."
Arthur rolled his eyes and shook his head a little, looking at Alfred with a mixture of amusement and affection. "I love you," he murmured quietly. Alfred's expression softened and he wrapped Arthur in a hug, umbrella momentarily coming down to expose them to the rain as Alfred bent his head and pressed a soft kiss to Arthur's lips.
"Now that one is true."