So I had this idea, where Alfred tries desperately to get Arthur to fall in love with him. Though I am not making any promises I will finish this fic because well I have a busy life and writing for me does not come easily. But I would love to hear your input on this etc etc. R&R
Alfreds POV cuz its the only way I can write ATM orz
Eh ENJOY!

It all started a last Friday. I went out drinking with Arthur because, well, he was fun to drink with and he had asked me to go with him and who is the hero t refuse someone? So it was a late in the night I had to bring Arthur home, my home to be exact because his was to far and we were in America for the GE meeting. I practically dragged him into the house as he giggled and sputtered nonsense.

I carefully set him down on my couch so I could go to the kitchen to get him water. But he dragged me down with him, i presume on accident because he forgot to let go of me as I set him down.

"Arthur, let go I need to get yah some water.." I muttered trying to pull away, but god he was strong drunk.

"N-no!" he giggled a little and nuzzled into me. I blushed slightly. "My little 'murica.." He said 'fixing' up my hair. I had to roll my eyes, I'm not a child anymore.

"Arthur stop it." I said pulling away from him once again, as i was about to break free from his hold he kissed my cheek, soft lips linger there for a moment. My mouth agape, shocked at his action. I blushed madly, because I liked him, and he was kissing me. Well not kissing kissing... But you know what I mean!

"My little America.." he slurred out, trailing into a small laughed as he looked at me with the most sincere looking smile. I couldn't help it then, all my instincts told me not to, but i did. I kissed him, right on the lips.

Before he could have time to do anything in return I pulled away from him completely. I looked down at him from where I stood he looked rather content, happy even. Like when I would give him a goodnight kiss when I was younger.

I had to tell him, I had to tell him how I feel. Even if he is drunk beyond relief, even if he wouldn't even remember me saying it in the morning.

"I love you." I said, trying to sound confident, voice full off love and adoration. I watched as Arthurs eyes widened in shock, then slightly close as if he is in though before his features burst into a smile.

"I love you too!" He said with a giggle.

I looked at him, surprised he even said it back but I noticed. His face, it was just like it when I was younger, when I said I loved him. It was exactly the same, a brother kind of love.

It was in that moment I knew, Arthur didn't mean it the same way I did.

I just sighed, trying to keep my heart from breaking because I knew he probably loved me more deep down. It was then that I decided, no matter what, I would get Arthur personification of the United Kingdom to love me the same way that I love him.

So here I am, a week later, Arthur not remembering a thing of that night. It saddens me he doesn't remember, though if he did he'll probably tell me to forgot it, that it never happened. I haven't seen him since then either.

We have another GE meeting today the last one of the month. I plan on pulling him to the side and admitting my feels, probably getting hit in the process but I think it'll be worth it letting my feelings out to Arthur.

I sighed, fixing the tie around my neck as I looked at myself in the mirror. I'm wearing one of my suits, like Arthur likes. Maybe he'll actually look at me interested for once. He's always yelling at me, or nagging about what I eat and wear, or getting me to shut up about my heroically awesome plans to stop global warming. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to smooth down the stubborn piece that always sticks up.

Huffing at it, I gave up and let it be, it'll be find I can be semi casual if I get tired of this stuffy coat. I don't understand how Arthur can wear these all the time. They're so tight and uncomfortable, they hug you in the wrong places that its just plan out miserable to even look at. But this is for him, I have to deal with it for him.

Nodding to myself in the mirror I grabbed my keys from my dresser and headed downstairs and out the door to my car to head to the GE.