A/N: Heeeeeeyyyyy. I couldn't wait! I immediately wanted to post this…. TOO MUCH WORK, but that's ok. BUT NOW I MUST WORK ON TWO STORIES…. But I love my writing (conceited much?) Anyway, again it's not christmasssy, but I wrote this a while ago, so…yeah. Yay USUK…. I am a literally a piece of trash. Oh well~ Enjoy~

Chapter 1

Arthur walked along the side of the gloomy beach letting the damp sand squish through his bare feet. The clouds were gray as usual, but the wind felt good on Arthur's skin. With a book in hand, he decided he had had enough of walking and started looking for a good reading spot without many people. He thought about a quiet café, but the wind felt so good to him so he decided to stay outside. Arthur found his favorite tree in the park and sat on the wooden bench that resided under it. He opened up his book and started to read, sighing in content.

Arthur wasn't sure how long he was reading, he had only gotten through about half of it before the wind picked up and the skies grew darker. It was a surefire sign of an oncoming storm, so Arthur stood up stretching slightly and started walking down the path to his flat.

As Arthur expected, it had started pouring and thundering to no end. He had made it to a busy street and there were many people rushing around and about. Not looking where he was going, Arthur bumped into someone, and managed to drop his book into a puddle, thoroughly ruining it. Just as Arthur was going to yell at the man for running into him and ruining his book, the man had already disappeared. Arthur picked up his sopping wet book and walked quickly back to his flat.

Arriving at his flat, Arthur had stripped of his jacket and hung it up. Grabbing a towel he proceeded to dry off his hair to the best of his abilities. He then turned on the television to the current football match that was going on. Then, he proceeded to put a pot of water on the stove and boil it for tea.

After finally settling down with his cup of tea, Arthur looked at his wet book and sighed. He had gotten another copy just in case, but it still upset him that one of his books got ruined. He opened his extra copy to the page he left on and began to read. He read and read until he had finished the book. The tea and television were long since gone and forgotten and he carefully placed the finished book down with a smile.

Then he grabbed his computer and opened a new document. He began typing a review for the book. Arthur often wrote reviews for the newspaper and his own blog. He was one of the more famous reviewers and he got a pay out of it. He liked to call it a job, but he still worked at the local library part time.

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During break at the library the bushy eyebrowed brit decided to look at the new books that just come in and picked one of them out. Looking at the inside he found the book to be quite interesting and decided to check it out later. Hearing the bell on the door Arthur looked up to welcome the person in. He was stopped short, however by the appearance of the man before him.

The man was almost identical to a childhood friend of his, who had moved to America for college. He had the same dark blond hair and radiant blue eyes. He had gotten glasses since Arthur had last seen him. He had been stunned into silence.

"Uh… bro? Are you okay? I've been asking about this book and you haven't answered." An American accent sounded in the direction of the man.

"Oh! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to space out, I was just thinking about this new book I saw." Arthur replied quickly a light shade of pink spreading across his face.

"Oh cool!" The blonde responded with enthusiasm before he suddenly stopped thinking for a second, "Hey, have I seen you somewhere? You look really familiar."

"Actually I was thinking the same thing. You wouldn't happen to be named Alfred would you?" The Brit asked cautiously not sure of what he would do if the American wasn't who he thought he was.

"That's me! The hero!" The American, Alfred yelled loudly, too loudly. Arthur cringed. "So that means you're Arthur, right? Dude! I have so much to tell you!" Alfred yelled at the bushy eyebrowed man.

Arthur smiled slightly, "How about after I finish my shift here? I think I would enjoy a nice chat over tea."

"Tea? Dude you're such a British man! Coffee is way better than tea!" Alfred continued to yell like he had no volume change and his constant voice was a yell.

Arthur was slightly annoyed at his comment but decided to ignore it. "So what book did you want to check out again?"

Alfred's face was blank before his face lit up, "Right! I found this book and it looked pretty good! I liked the cover and it seems like it has major action!"

Arthur looked at the book, it was the same one he had wanted to check out, "Bollocks." He mumbled under his breath so the other blonde wouldn't hear. "Really? I saw today too and I wanted to read it as well, tell me about it when you're finished?"

"Yeah sure. Yo, I'll meet you when your shift ends, kay?" The childhood frenemy said cheerfully.

"Yeah, sound good." Arthur said warily. "I'll see you then."

To be continued…