The normally happy and excited Alfred sat on the porch and looked out at the bright sunny day with a slightly sad expression on his face. Arthur sat down next to him with a cup of tea and a scone. "What is wrong with you Alfred? Usually you would be in the yard playing your stupid version of football." He said. Alfred sighed and glanced at him briefly before turning to face a different direction so that he wouldn't have to look at the Englishman.
"Alfred F. Jones, tell me what is wrong with you or I'll have to send you to your room." Arthur said. At the threat Alfred's eyes went wide as saucers. He remembered the last time that Arthur had sent him to his room; it was the first time that he had topped the American and Alfred found out that even though he had always thought that Arthur was the girly one in the relationship that he was quite rough when punishing him.
Arthur set his teacup and scone down on the table beside him. He walked around and stood in front of the gloomy faced Alfred. He was resting his chin against the arm of the chair so when Arthur stood in front of him his eyes were at crotch level. He gulped but tried to remain calm. "Dude just leave me alone, I'm just not feeling good okay." He mumbled. Arthur bent down so that he could look his lover in the eyes. He could tell that his threat had lost some of its effect. "Alfred you should know that you can tell me anything. If something is bothering you then just tell me, I don't like to see you like this. I like to see you happy and laughing." He said. But Alfred still wouldn't look at him. So he caressed his cheek gently, he barely even touched it. But it triggered something. Alfred turned and kissed him roughly. Both of them stood up and Alfred wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist.
"This is the problem dude. We're brothers, so isn't this wrong?" Alfred asked. Arthur held his face in his hands. He chuckled and looked at him lovingly. "Biologically we're not actual brothers. So technically it's not incest." He said. "But isn't it still wrong?" he asked. His glasses were beginning to fall off of his nose so Arthur pushed them higher up on the bridge of his nose. "My little boy, it doesn't matter if we don't think it does. Does it matter to you?" he said. Alfred's face turned red. "I don't know. I feel like I don't know anything anymore except for one thing. And the only thing I know is that I love you." He said. Arthur wrapped his arms around him and smiled. "I understand, and it's okay because you're so strong and I know that no matter what you can get through anything. So what does matter if there are some things you don't understand? There are things I don't understand either. We can just not know these things together." He said.
Together they went inside, Arthur's tea and scone completely forgotten. Alfred was tired from the long day even though it was only five in the afternoon. He decided to take a nap and fell asleep with Arthur sitting right next to him.