For the 2013 UsUk Summer Camp! My first time entering yeha! The theme is Summer blockbusters and day one is Star Wars. I'll say it now, I don't know a lot. Also, its an AU and Alfred as a lisp-thing. All of the s's and s-sounds are replaced by th's. Brief cursing. Crossdressing.

"Alfreeed! No fair! I don't know anything about Star Wars!" I whined as my friend jumped around the room with a toy lightsaber.

"Aw, c'mon Artie! We've watched it like a billion timeth!" the hyper active American child said, pouting at me.

"You've watched it a billion times! But I haven't!" I pouted back. He huffed and plopped down cross-legged in front of me on his bed.

"What do you have againtht Thtar Warth?" he said, glaring at me (though it was ineffective, because he still had pudgy cheeks). I leaned away from him.

"I-I don't have anything against it... I'm just not a big fan of sci-fi..." I mumbled, and he sighed, looking away.

"Yeah. You're a fantathy perthon," he said. "But you hafta admit, the thpecial effectth are awethome!" he grinned, and I had to hide a blush because this boy is just too cute.

"I suppose they are..." I said, and he grinned wider as he jumped back off of his bed. He stopped suddenly and whirled around to face me.

"Oh Artie! I forgot to mention!"

"What's that?"

"I'm taking you to a convention next weekend and you're gonna be my Princeth Leia!"

"W-what!?"

. . .

I wanted to either cry or die of embarrassment. Preferably the second, since crying would embarrass me even more. Here I am, following behind an all-too-eager Alfred dressed as Han Solo while wearing a slave Princess Leia outfit. Meaning I was wearing a metal bikini. I am a boy. Why is this happening to me. I questioned him on whether Han Solo was around when she was like this, but he said it didn't matter. Then again I wouldn't have known either way.

However, I was getting a lot of looks. Most of which weren't approving looks. I quickened my pace so I was side-by-side with him.

"Alfred," I hissed. "Everyone is staring at me because of you. Why did you make me wear this?" I asked quietly, and he looked over at me innocently.

"No one elthe would dreth like that in public for me," he said simply, and I was silenced by his honesty (I could always tell when he lied). I faltered in my steps.

"I-I see. But I still feel exposed... I don't like it. I'm wearing a bra for Pete's sake! And I feel like everyone can see my arse..." I mumbled, self consciously tugging at the cloth that was barely covering my rear. Alfred laughed.

"I wouldn't worry about it. You have a nithe ath!" he said jovially, and I halted, blushing what I assumed was a very dark red.

"W-what?" I squeaked, and he paused.

"Did I thay that out loud?" he wondered – seemingly – to himself. But then I knew he intended for me to hear because he winked at me. I'm pretty sure my blush darkened. He walked over to me and tapped me on the nose. "Don't worry Artie, I'll make thure no one trieth to thteal you away," he laughed loudly after saying this, and I growled as I averted my gaze.

"You can be a real dick sometimes," I grumbled just loud enough for him to hear. He just kept laughing before he dragged me off to a Darth Vader cosplayer.

. . .

I sighed happily as I finally got to sit down on a bench under a tree outside the convention hall and away from all the people. At this point I didn't care if my inner monologue was a bunch of run-on sentences. Alfred had gone off to find food. I refused because I would rather sit and guard our stuff. I grumbled to myself about the blue-eyed teenager as I removed the wig and lay it next to our stuff on the bench. That was when I noticed the whispers of a pair of stereotypical nerds who were staring at me disapprovingly. I tried to ignore them, but it was harder than I thought because I could hear them.

"Why is that guy dressed as slave Leia? He totally doesn't fit it."

"I know. He could have at least worn fake boobs or something."

"I bet he's only doing it for attention. He seems like the needy fag type."

Okay, that one stung. I was about to say something, but a familiar voice called out.

"Hey! Thtop whithpering about my friend like that! It'th not hith fault I made him dreth that way," Alfred said, stomping over to them. They took one look at the oversized child and laughed, but they stopped when one was lifted off the ground by his shirt – and Alfred. I saw him growl something to them, but I couldn't make it out. I just saw the two arsehats run for it. My – I suppose you could call him – saviour turned and approached me, looking upset.

"Thorry Arthur... It'th my fault they – and a lot of people – were being kinda cruel to ya," he apologized, staring at the ground looking guilty and quite like a kicked puppy. I sighed, smiling at him.

"Now, now. I was the one to agree, but I have to say it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," I told him. 'Just lie through your teeth, Arthur,' I thought to myself. "Granted, I was a little cold in there – and very much exposed – but it could have been much worse," I said quietly, and he nodded, though he still looked guilty.

"I uh... Didn't tell the complete truth..." he mumbled. I tilted my head in question. He took a deep breath. "Um... I actually athked Elizaveta if she would... In cathe you wouldn't... Tho if you hadn't thaid you would, I would thtill have had a Leia...-" I cut him off.

"What? You mean I didn't have to publicly humiliate myself?" I nearly screeched. He flinched.

"L-let me ethplain! I jutht...Ireallywantedtotheeyouintheoutfit..." he mumbled quickly, and once I realized what it was he said, I blushed the darkest I had all day.

"Y-you wanted to see me dressed like this...?" he nodded. "... W-why?"

"Becauthe... I've liked you for a really long time, Arthur," he looked at me then, the sincerity in his eyes made it obvious that he was telling the truth. "I love you, Arthur Kirkland. I have thinthe we were really little."

I swallowed nervously. "W-well... This was unexpected..." I mumbled, and he looked crestfallen. I placed a hand on his arm. "I love you too, Alfred. I have for many, many years," I whispered, looking up into his infinite blue eyes. The largest smile I believe I've ever seen on him took up his face, and he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, lifting me up off the ground. He spun me around, cheering boisterously.

"Although you really are thethy in that outift," he said, grinning cheekily. I swatted his arm before allowing myself to be pulled into our first kiss. It was a moment I would never forget in my life – even though we were dressed as Han Solo and Princess Leia (in her slave outfit...).

1187 words. And a really bad ending. Uff.