Title: The Force is Not to be Taken Lightly
Genre: Humor, Romance
Warning: Bad Humor?
Summary: Alfred tries to get Arthur to admit his love for Star Wars
Theme: Star Wars
The Force is Not to be Taken Lightly
"Ugh, Arie, get off. I'm gonna go get some more popcorn for the next movie." America pushed at England's shoulders, dislodging him from atop the younger nation's stomach and chest. He reluctantly scooted over to the other side of the sofa and watched him head into the kitchen.
"Grab something for me while you're up," he watched America move through the kitchen, collecting a new round of snacks for their ultimate do-nothing-movie marathon, as the idiotic nation called it.
"Sure thing!"
Arthur smiled when Alfred reached for the Cadbury chocolates and tossed them on the tray.
America jogged back to the coffee table to collect the remnants of their snacks from the previous movie before the popcorn finished popping. "Next Halloween we should totally have Star Wars themed costumes! Wouldn't that be so cool!"
"I am not going to parade around again as another science-fiction character. Those movies are ridiculous."
"Come on, man, you cannot deny the call! You love Star Wars."
"I do not." England shook his head, scoffing. "You and your idiotic movies."
"My idiotic movies?"
"Yes, your idiotic movies. George Lucas is one of your directors."
America gives him a raised eye-brow, the blue in his eyes suddenly so much brighter with unspoken mirth visible even from the sofa. "Yes. But, still, I know you well enough to know you are totally talking out of your ass when you say you don't like it."
"Talking out!" he huffs. "That is a very crude expression, Alfred. And, you don't know me nearly as well as you think."
"I know you well enough." He plops their snacks on the coffee table, pushing England's chocolates closer to him.
He leaves them on the table, glaring at them as though they have suddenly grown offensive. "Well, enough to know what?"
"To know that you loved my idea, that's what! And you love Star Wars!"
"You really are an idiot if you think that."
"I was watching you man! And, I could hear you quoting off lines during the movie."
England rolled his eyes. "Right. You're imagining things. I do not enjoy those space movies!"
"Are you kidding, it had you from the beginning!"
England scoffed, now staring down at the cream soda America brought him like it had betrayed him as well.
"Yeah, whatever. But you were all pouty-faced during the bar scene. And, I totally heard you say it!"
"And, I say you were hearing things."
"And! I know you were all stary-eyed at Obi-Wan."
"That's utter nonsense!"
"The old man! Hahaha!"
"Enough of this Alfred." He thwacks America upside his dense head.
"Oh, no. Not until you admit you love Star Wars just as much as I do."
"You and your stupid obsession with that stupid movie series."
"But you looove it."
"I don't."
"Yeah you do."
"No, I do not."
"Yes, you doooo."
"This is juvenile Alfred!"
"But you do. You do, and I can tell, because you're using lame insults."
"Enough!"
"Prove it then. I'll go as Princess Amidala if I'm wrong"
"You'll what?!" He huffs. "Whatever it takes. I will hold you to that."
"I'll ask a question, you just tell me what you think. Whatever comes to your mind first."
"All right. Let's just get this over with. I probably won't even be able to answer your questions."
"Where were the films shot?"
"Elstree Studios." He didn't even have to think about that one.
America's pointed finger came centimeters from his nose. "Only a real fan would know that."
"I know my own film history, Alfred."
"Alright. True enough. I'll give you that one, then. Hm. Who shot first?"
"Han," he said without hesitation.
"Ha! Another point for me."
"That doesn't prove anything either. It's as much popular culture and internet meme by now."
"Okay. Keep answering my questions?"
"Fine."
"Han Solo or Luke Skywalker?"
"Obi-Wan."
"Hahahahaha! 'Oh, help me Obi-Wan Kanobi, you're by only hope!'" Alfred mocked. "You're obsessed alright."
England rolled his eyes. "Going on."
"Fine. Okay let me think."
"Whatever."
"While I do. Why don't we put on Episode One," America said, a twinkle flicking in his eyes, as he leapt from the sofa to the DVD player and put in a new DVD.
"Are you insane?"
"It's great! What are you talking about?" He bounded back, causing both of them to bounce up on his landing.
"What a dolt."
Alfred smirk broadens. "Why would that make me a "dolt"?"
"The best of the films are the Original Series."
"Oooooh? Do tell?" He pauses the film on a blank screen before the menu even has a chance to come up.
"All those convoluted plot details and … ugh, Jar Jar Binks is a joke. He ruins the whole prequel series." He pushes the American's over-excited face out of his field of vision.
"How would you know, Arthur?"
"How would I know?" He gave America a good hard stare. "You dragged me to the theatre to watch all of them during their premieres."
"Well, I don't know Arthur, I guess I'm gonna have to let you win this one."
"Let me win? You never 'let' anyone win anything."
"Well you just have an answer or excuse or whatever for everything that I've asked you."
"I told you."
"Oh, and Arthur?" Alfred grinned wide like the Cheshire cat, just as frightening.
"Yes?"
"When I said it had you from the beginning, I was talking about when the first movie came out, A New Hope."
"What? That's preposterous."
"Then what are those picture doing up on your living room wall?"
Slowly, Arthur turns his head, following the line created by Alfred's pointed finger, and directs his eyes on the far wall. There staring at him in all his own fan-boy-ish splendor is a photograph of him with Alec Guinness, smiling and merry, hands clasped in a hearty handshake and other one of him in full young Obi-Wan Kanobe regalia, hair extension and light saber posed and smiling with Ewan McGregor.
"Hahaha! I love the look on your face, Artie! 'Oh, no, stuffy ol' me hates Star Wars!'" He mocked in a put on phoney British accent. "Hahahaha! I've been looking at that picture whole time. Oh, that was great! That was real fun, Artie. You're funny."
"You were just playing me that whole time? Why would you do that?"
His laughing faded slowly, and he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. "Wow, I laughed so hard my sides hurt."
Arthur looks away, cheeks burning. He blindly punches America in the arm.
"Ow!"
Suddenly an arm encircles his waist. "Hey now, Art. Don't be that way. It's alright. I just wanted to you admit it."
"You didn't have to do all that...that..."
"Awe, I'm sorry, Arthur," he pulls him into a tight embrace and kisses his cheek.
Arthur ducks away pushes the warm arms off of him.
"Don't be that like that." Alfred pouts.
He does not respond, looking down at the rug.
"Come on," Alfred grabs his hands. "I'm really sorry."
"There are more dignified ways to..."
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
"I said, I was sorry. I'll let you choose the next movie. Or I'll let you pick on one of my really geeky obsessions."
Arthur laughed, suddenly, loud and hearty. "What would be the use of that?"
"Huh?"
"You openly admit to all of yours."
"Heh, I guess you're right."
"That in itself is enough to tease you about."
"Nah, that wouldn't do any good either."
"Also true."
"So," America settled next to England, head resting on his shoulder and waited for him to wrap his arms around him.
England blew America's cowlick out of his eyes. "How about I let you pick the next movie instead."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah, sure. Anything."
"Anything? Anything at all?"
"Ye-ep!"
He hummed, as he thinks over the movies that Alfred brought with him and those that he owns himself. "How about...'Empire Strikes Back'?"
"Sounds good to me," he reaches down to grab the remote control, where it had fallen.
"Alright, who's going to change the disk?" America made no move to get up. "Alfred...one of us has to go. So, either you let me up or get up yourself, either way you have to move."
Instead, he nuzzled his head against England's chest and fiddled with the remote. "No need."
In a moment, the film had started and the opening text crawled up the screen. "Alfred?" The disk he had put in the DVD player earlier was not Episode II. "Alfred?" He swallowed hard, looking down at America.
He grinned up at England, but quickly returned his gaze back to the film. "Shush, you're talking over one of the awesomest music score known to man."
"You're really something else. I don't know what. But you really are something else."
"Eh...I know."
"I love you, Alfred."
"Love you too, Arthur."
"Now, shush so we can watch the movie."
England shook his head and kissed the top of America's head.
When I finish, I'm going to edit all of the earlier chapters. The last several chapters are already edited. I published the first few as I was participating in the Summer Camp,. which turned out to be too much for me to keep up. So, I just had the originals over on my LJ where I put them up first.
For the record, here is a master list of movie themes with their chapter titles. There are two ways you can read this fic, and I won't tell you the correct way. How do you interpret it by the end? :)
Chapter 1: The Force is Not to be Taken Lightly - Star Wars
Chapter 2: When There's Something Strange - Ghostbusters
Chapter 3: Whoopsidaisies! - Notting Hill
Chapter 4: Computer, define 'dancing' - WALL-E
Chapter 5: Amity, means "friendship" - Jaws
Chapter 6: No Silver Medal For Finishing Second - Indiana Jones
Chapter 7: Why Are We in Suits!? - Men in Black
Chapter 8: Not What You Think - Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Chapter 9: My History is History - Back to the Future
Chapter 10: Because of the Butterfly Effect - Jurassic Park
Chapter 11: That's Sticky Business - Harry Potter
Chapter 12: Nobody Ties Baby in the Corner - Dirty Dancing
Chapter 13: Not All Treasure is Silver and Gold - Pirates of the Caribbean
Chapter 14: It's The Cape That Makes it Great - The Avengers
