Valentine's Day
Short, cutsey America/England fluff that I kinda though up on the spot, and wrote literally in five minutes. Sorry if there's any mistakes. It's because I haven't read over it to fix the 'Forms' to 'Froms' etc. Just mention it in a review, whilst you're telling me how awesome I can make up shit like this in such a short time. (BTW, I was doing homework, and the idea sprung me, and so I had to write it because otherwise it wouldn't leave me alone.)
It probably wasn't his best day, he decided, straightening his sweater. No. It had to be his worst. By far.
Today was the day to go and get pissed, to go and be a loner in the pub with the rest of the single guys. Why? Because it was fucking Valentines Day. That's why. And with all the shit that he had Francis had been through, they never did anything today. Ever.
Groaning, he dragged himself downstairs, and was about to make himself some tea, but was interrupted by the knock at the door.
He paused. He could ignore it. Pretend he wasn't home.
'Open up, old man!' Aand… Fuck. He jerked the door open, expecting to scowl at the blonde American at his doorstep.
Instead, he was presented with a bunch of roses. 'Just take the fucking flowers, alright? I dropped by, and Francis had probably left them on your doorstep.' Arthur snatched the bouquet from Alfred's hand angrily.
'I'm not old.' He grumbled, moving to close the door.
Alfred laughed at the Englishman's complaints. 'Whatever.' He stooped and kissed Arthur briefly on the forehead. 'You're older than me.'
Arthur slammed the door.
'Admit it, you love me!' Alfred called through the wood. Arthur's scowl deepened, and he stalked to the kitchen, checking the tag on the roses as he walked.
From Alfred. From Alfred. Alfred. Arthur came to a halt, the bouquet falling fro his hands.
'Al!' He shouted, turning on his heel and running to the door. By the time he had gotten the bloody thing unlocked, and had wrenched it open, the American was gone.
Shit.
This was a bad day. A very, very bad day.
Trololol~ Alfred's such an awkward guy when he's trying to be cute and nice. Now, if you review and stuff, I might give you the first chapter of Set Me Free, because, y'know, I'm holding out on you guys... . (I Lied =D I haven't written it. But with motivation, I will finish it, and give it to you!)
What I find funny about this, is that France always has a Rose, and the rose is the national flower for England AND America...