AN: Okay. So. More SpUK that I wrote for my friend that was lurking on my computer. I will post this, and then no more of this pairing. No more.

Soon I'll actually write something


Antonio and Arthur are sitting quietly together in Arthur's tea room. They are both reading separate novels, and only Arthur is sipping tea, Toni having turned him down earlier when offered a cup.

Suddenly, a thought seems to strike Arthur. He sets his book down on his lap and turns to Antonio.

"Hey… marry me?"

Antonio turns to him and raises and eyebrow. "Nope."

Arthur shrugs as though he expected this and they both quietly return to their respective books. Some time passes until Antonio says, casually, nonchalantly, "Arthur, will you marry me?"

Barely even glancing up from his novel, Arthur replies, "Not even in your dreams."

Antonio chuckles and picks his book back up. All that can be heard is the sound of turning pages, and the soft "ching" of porcelain meeting porcelain. Then, "Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, I want to marry you."

"I'm afraid I'd be too disgusted to kiss the bride."

A couple minutes pass.

"Arthur Kirkland, I am requesting your hand in holy matrimony."

"No, you're much too large for me to be able to carry over the threshold. Maybe if you cut back on the churros."

Arthur sips his tea. Time passes.

"Will you marry me, Toni?"

"Marry you? I don't even like you?"

Antonio turns pages. Seconds are ticking by.

"You really ought to marry me, you wonderful British gentleman."

"I wouldn't marry you even if you paid me."

Arthur reaches the next chapter of his novel. A minute slips past.

"Antonio, I love you more than words can even say. Marry me and make me the happiest man on Earth."

"If you really loved me, you'd stop asking."

Antonio's almost finished with his own book. The Earth is spinning on its axis and revolving around the sun.

"Arthur, you shine brighter than all the stars in the night sky. I can see forever when I look into your eyes, from the dawn of time to the end of it all, and each moment in between is a moment that I would like to spend by your side. Nothing would make me happier than your hand in marriage."

"Absolutely not. Did you get that off a Hallmark card?"

Arthur finished his tea, and sets the cup down on to the saucer with a clatter.

"It seems like a good time for a wedding."

"And an even better time for rejection."

Pages keep turning. Time, if you can believe it, continues to pass.

"Hey Arthur, speaking of weddings, we should have one."

"For whom?"

Arthur briefly considers making more tea. A couple minutes roll by.

"Antonio, let's get hitched."

"Must we?"

Antonio resettles his reading glasses. Seconds pass.

"Hey, you, with the eyes. Marry me."

"Well I hope you don't mean me."

Arthur shuts his book and gets down on one knee in front of Antonio. He grabs the Spaniard's book out of his hands and then yanks him into a kiss by his shirt.

After what feels like a mere second stretched out into the expanses of eternity, they break apart.

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes."