Okay so my fan-fic is a US UK for my America, Baylor ;) And I apologize for mistakes, I was going to get someone to revise but if I didn't write this I would lose the idea lol So here it is based after World War 2. Hope you like it :) 3 Ve~
I should've done something, again I did nothing
watch us separate, what should I do now
run and chase you down, I can't hesitate
cause all I wanted to say was something real, all I want you to know is how I feel
all I wanted to give was my heart, but we're stuck here at the start
What I Wanted to Say-Colbie Caillat
Chapter 1
Arthur looked across the few feet between them at Alfred, his glasses on the tip of his nose and that cocky smirk covering his face.
"Iggy? You gonna just stand there and stare at me?"
Arthur just kept staring into those deep blue eyes. He couldn't stop melting under his intense gaze. Alfred came closer, touching Arthur's arm gently.
"Didn't you hear me Iggy? I said I love-"
Arthur was awakened by the sound of his alarm beeping annoyingly in his ear. He reached over and slapped the snooze. He grumbled and sat up rubbing his groggy eyes. That dream was...a nightmare.
It was too much that Arthur had been constantly thinking about Alfred so much during the day, but he had to dream about him now? Did God just hate him that much? All he wanted was to move on and keep his distance from the American, but that idiot had to still drag him into everything.
Arthur got up out of bed and walked into the kitchen. He pulled out some eggs and threw them on the skillet. Just as he finished making his eggs, he heard a knock at the entryway of the kitchen. He turned to see Alfred standing there, his blonde hair a beautiful mess and his glasses resting on the tip of his nose, just like in that stupid dream.
"I let myself in. I hope you don't mind Iggy."
Ever since Alfred had separated his country from England, Arthur's whole world had been turned upside down. He'd always thought of Alfred as a sort of adopted son, but as he got older and more handsome, Arthur had started to feel something odd every time he was around. Arthur thought it was just because he knew that Alfred was growing up, but now he knew it was something much deeper. That boy that was once like his son, was now the man that Arthur had fallen in love with.
Arthur kept cooking, "What do you want Alfred?"
"Oh nothing, this hero just came to see his old pal!"
Alfred grinned that cocky grin of his and Arthur couldn't help but stare at the glow. All he ever wanted was for Alfred to be his again, but he knew that wouldn't happen. After all, Alfred was the strongest country now, especially after World War II. He just sat back and pretended that everything Alfred did was too annoying for him to bear.
"You stupid wanker! Why don't you knock like any other civil human being?"
Arthur turned and placed the over done eggs on a plate, and sat at the table. Alfred came and joined him. Alfred grabbed an extra plate and scooped some eggs onto it. "Thanks dude!" He took a bite into the rubbery eggs and gave a pitiful smile. They were so tough he could barely chew them. He made it through the first bite and moved on to the second. "So," Arthur began, eggs falling out of his mouth as he spoke, "What are you doing today bro? Can the hero join your crazy antics?" Arthur rolled his eyes.
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"Come on Iggy," Alfred leaned across the table and looked Arthur directly in his eyes. Arthur stared at the American, a unnatural heat rising into his cheeks. He looked away quickly hoping Alfred didn't notice the blush...he did. Alfred gave the cocky grin again and sat back in his seat.
"Let's go to the park."
"Yeah, bro that's a great idea!" Alfred stood up and ran around the table to grab Arthur by the hand. The Englishman could feel the warmth of Alfred's hands, even through the American leather gloves. He blushed feverishly and ran out the door with Alfred stopping only to grab his coat along the way.
Okay I know it's short and not that good but I will figure it out along the way :) please review and chapter 2 is on its way