AN: So I wrote this a while back, like, just after the Scottish Referendum, so it's probably a bit rubbish. Oh well, ENJOY!
"Do you really love me?" Asked Arthur, entering the living room and leaning on the door frame, looking anywhere but the American on the sofa. His golden hair a bird's nest and his emerald eyes full of sadness, but still unfocused and slightly red, the aftermath of the latest crying fit.
"Excuse me?" Asked Alfred, confused.
"Do you really love me?"
"Of course I do, Artie," said Alfred, standing up and making his way over to his lover, "Why wouldn't I? "
"Look at me, I'm not good enough for you, I'm scarred, bruised, you didn't want me in the Revolution" America enveloped England in his arms, it was the only thing that could calm him when he got like this. Being angry at everyone and everything to hide the pain, guilt and sadness was all well and good but it did culminate in these down days after a while. And America was the only one here that could stop them.
"England, that was around 250 years ago, and you are plenty good enough for me, even our bosses approve of us."
"But what if, someday, our bosses don't want us to be together, what if, what if, we don't want to be together? I don't want to lose you again" England was crying into America's chest.
"Arthur, look at me, I'm not going to leave you on your own again. Scottie was being a jerk when he made the referendum, but it didn't go through did it? He doesn't really want to leave."
"Do you really and truly mean that?"
"Every single word."
"Thank you Alfred," said Arthur, standing on tiptoes to kiss his American.
"It's only what a hero would do for his damsel in distress" said Alfred with a grin as Arthur drew away
"I'm not a damsel you git" said Arthur before Alfred picked him up bridal style, "What are you doing?"
"Getting a cuddle," said Alfred, sitting back down, setting Arthur on his lap.
"Wanker" grumbled Arthur, getting comfortable, "I should set Iggycat on you"
"Your cat loves me, just like you do"
"Well your bloody cat is constantly stopping me cooking"
"Wise Americat"
"You git, my cooking is not that bad" And so thus started the argument that still continues and will never be settled...