Taste of Love
Their love had many flavors, and many of them revolved around the flavors of their world. Of time spent together and time wasted on arguing, Time used on planning's and friendship. Even on times of hatred, of sadness and of being alone. And In all reality, they barely noticed most of the many flavors of their life! But occasionally, when Alfred would wrap his arm around Arthur's waist and pull him in for a kiss, he would faintly taste some of the peppermint tea that the Brit had only finished just minutes ago. And-if or when he did- Arthur initiated a kiss himself, he could taste a familiar bitterness from the Coffee the American loved so much more then his tea. Each found it endearing in a sense, but never admitted it aloud.
"Hey, Iggy?" Alfred would occasionally say, on a whim of his.
Arthur would sigh in response. "What is it, Alfred?" He would gesture for Alfred to continue.
"...Sometimes tea isn't as bad as it usually is." He would nervously scratch his cheek and look away slightly, lightly whistling. Arthur would look at him for a moment, a bit shocked, but then he would reward him with a small smile.
"Well of course it's good, you git. Took you long enough to realize." Alfred would pout and look over at him again. He really did love the sight of Arthur's smiles.
"I never said it was good! I just said it wasn't THAT bad sometimes! Coffee is still SO much better!" And then they would argue for awhile, Arthur would get angry, and Alfred would apologize with a kiss. And both of them would always taste something sweet and bitter and all the emotions they ever felt for each-other mixed into one, and that flavor was one they were used to. That was the flavor of love, and they were head-over-heels addicted to it.
Haha, fluff. = 7 =
I am in no sense a good writer, but I kinda like this one...
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