Hi there folks, back with yet another yaoi. This one was one I wanted to do myself however~ I got the idea for it when I was watching TV and I heard Frank Sinatra's song 'Call Me Irresponsible' playing. I thought it was such a sweet and loving song, perfect for a couple to dance to.

DING DING DING! (Que tiny light blub)

So here you guy. FINALLY! A USUK FANFIC! WAH! \(*O*)/

Arthur sat on his porch and rocked on his porch swing as he listen to birds chirping in the distance. It was a rare sunny day in England and Arthur took full advantage of the nice weather by making tea, grabbed his new book The Prince, and made his way out to enjoy this fine day.

He soon heard the sound of tires gliding over the pavement and looked up to see the postman putting today's post in his mail. Arthur waved to him and he waved back with a smile. This good weather was having a positive effect on everyone!

Arthur set down his book and stood to retrieve the mail. As he walked down the stone steps to his town house, he looked up into the sky. Not a single cloud. This made him grin all the wider. Once he had reached the mailbox he opened the lid to find several letters.

There were two from his boss; no doubt something about the recent riots and fires the happened in Tottenham last week in London. Arthur would deal with that later. The was also one from Francis, he was over in Canada spending time with Matthew trying to get closer to him; so this letter either contained a failed attempt or a show boating story on his success. Lastly, there was a letter from Alfred. It had stamps covering nearly the entire surface of the envelope; he must have wanted it here quickly. Arthur placed the other letters on the mailbox and tore open Alfred's with his index finger.

Dear Arthur,

Hey bro! It's been a while since we hung out and I figured we should soon. I swear there are mind readers in America because not even two hours after I started thinking about it, I got a call from my boss inviting me to a party at the Empire State Building in New York. It's a private party to basically celebrate the defeat of Osama Bin Laden. We finally got back at them for what they did to us on 9/11.

But yeah, it's a nice party for all of us to enjoy (all of us being the majority of the countries) it'll be lots of fun! There's going to be a DJ and dancing and food and I think we'll be doing honorable mentions for the soldiers who did kill Bin Laden. It'll be at the end of the month on the 21st (not sure how long this letter took to get to you…but I'm going to assume that it took a few days, so then you probably only have a few days to decide if you can go or not.) But if you do decide to attend, call me. You know my number.

Hope you can make it!

-Alfred F. Jones

Arthur contemplated it. First of all why was Alfred giving him such a small amount of time to think about attending? The 21st was in five days; he'd have to get ready for everything a.s.a.p.! He sighed in frustration and made a mental note to smack Alfred upside the head when he arrived.

"So much for enjoying the weather." Arthur said gloomily as he collected the mail, made his way back onto the porch to gather his tea and book and walked inside to make a phone call to his boss to ask for time off.

"Thank you sir. Y…yes I will deal with the letters you sent me when I return. Yes. All right thank you! To you as well. Goodbye." Arthur finished the conversation with his boss in a tug of war to get time off for this party, which he eventually won. He had succeeded in getting two weeks off, and all he had to do was not take any more vacations or breaks until the situation with the riots had been attended to.

Arthur knew that now he had to call Alfred to let him know he could make it. Wait- he paused and looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 2. England is five hours ahead of the east coast of America; he assumed Alfred would be awake. With that he flipped open his phone and dialed Alfred's number.

Ring…ring…ring…ring…ring…ring… "Hello?"

"Alfred?"

"Yes? Who's this?"

"Pretty much the only person you know with a British accent." Arthur sighed aggravated.

"Oh, hey Arthur! Did you get my letter?"

"Yes I got your letter and I was able to get two weeks off for this party of yours."

"Two whole weeks?" Alfred replied in shock. "I'm lucky just to get a night off! You must have been a good little boy lately!"

"You shouldn't talk to someone who's older than you like that. Any way, that's all I needed to say; I should go so I can see if there are any hotels near the Empire State Building that have an open room."

Arthur was about to say goodbye but he was but off by Alfred. "You don't have to do that, you can room with me in my apartment."

Arthur was shocked at the offer he had just been given and he felt a faint blush rise to his cheeks. "Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden…"

"Don't be stupid! I don't mind if you crash at my place! Plus this will give us more time together and allow us to see more of each other while you're here." Alfred replied from the sound of his voice you could tell he was smiling.

"W-well alright then. Err…thank you." Arthur stuttered.

"Sure thing! Alright, if that's all then call or text me later or something to tell me when you're going to get here so I can know when to pick you up."

"Alright, thank you again Alfred." Arthur didn't give him time to respond, he just hung up the phone immediately. First He invites him to this party. Then he invites him into his apartment. And this is a good thing because they'll get to spend time together and see more of each other…

It probably meant nothing the Alfred but a simple time to hang out with his friend, but Arthur still couldn't help but smile and blush at how happy Alfred was to hear he could make it and when he said yes to staying in his apartment. Today really was a good day!

With that, Arthur turned into the nearby hallway for his study so that he could make arrangements to leave for America in a few days.

Arthur sighed with satisfaction as he leaned back in his chair. He had just spent the last two hours on the phone trying to get the last seat to America on a flight that left in three days. One woman had already claimed it but since she hadn't yet purchased her ticket it was still technically open for anyone, but when Arthur snagged it there was an error. In result e picked up the phone dialed the local airline and prepared for battle. He would be going to America.

The battle ended in his favor with the manager of the airport apologized for such a rude person answering the phone. Arthur couldn't careless that he was apologizing for the young woman or that she didn't mean it. He got his seat on the flight and now it was time to call Alfred and pack.

"…Well…I suppose packing is more important. Alfred can wait a little while longer can't he?" Arthur asked the air. He stood from behind his desk and made his way out of his study and to the stairs.

Arthur took one step at a time and let his mind wander to the last time he saw Alfred. He recalled it being his birthday of last year. (He couldn't bring himself to leave England this year for some reason)

It was a nice little party in his beach house in Virginia. Everyone had shown up. Francis, Ludwig, Matthew, even Ivan! Everything was lovely and they ended the night with fireworks, however for the majority of the party Arthur was outside drinking the liquor that was so generously supplied. Then once everyone came outside to start the fireworks, Arthur lied to them saying he had a headache from the drinking to enter the house.

Once inside Alfred's house he took a few looks around. It was a nice and quaint little house with (of course) a beach theme. Arthur set down his drink and walked over to a nearby shelf of pictures. There were only five but each one had a unique frame.

The first one was of Alfred. He was sitting on the beach near the water. His smile took up nearly his whole face. His eyes were closed and he made a thumbs up to the person taking the picture. He was probably so happy because of what was sitting next to him in the sand. In the sand (or I should made out of sand) was a very elaborate and detailed sculpture of an eagle. It truly was something to be proud of. The frame was a perfect aqua blue and had little starfish glued to the bottom of the frame giving it the beach-y feeling. Arthur wanted to know how he made it, but that story was probably explained while he was outside.

The next two were of him and his boss shaking hands. In the first one the setting was a podium with the American seal on the front. More than likely it was after a press conference. The second one was in front of the white house. They looked as though they were laughing and you could see other people taking pictures from behind them. That must have been the day that Obama was sworn in as president. Both frames were decorated in red white and blue stars and stripes. Arthur sighed.

The next picture was of him and Kiku. Alfred had his arm wrapped around Kiku's shoulder and was grinning like a mad man. Kiku looked flustered and his cheeks had a tint of pink blooming, however he too was smiling. They both made peace signs and looked as though they were having fun. Behind them, lights shined in different shades and there were signs with pictures of anime characters and origini's with faces waving. Arthur felt a slight pang of jealousy. The frame was bubblegum pink with Japanese characters written on it. Arthur couldn't read all of them but the ones he could make out were 'Thank You' 'Fun' 'Awkward' and 'Love'. Arthur's jealousy increased when he saw next to Kiku's name there was a heart. Arthur squinted his eyes in frustration and looked over at the last picture.

It had Alfred laughing next to Francis. They were sitting in what looked like a booth at a restaurant. On the table in front of them were several empty glasses and on the stage in front of them was Arthur. He'd taken off his tie and jacket, he was obviously drunk and was singing karaoke. Arthur couldn't help but laugh at the memory. However he was slightly embarrassed that Alfred had framed the picture. The frame was a simple green and had a neon yellow smile in the corner and the bottom of the frame and said memories in the same neon yellow print. Arthur reminded himself never to let Matthew get a hold of the camera again and walked back over to his drink just as the first firework was launched.

Arthur never bothered to turn on the lights and the room was soon lit up with a flash of green. Arthur walked to the window and looked in the sky just in time to see three fireworks go off in red white and blue. Arthur took another swig of his drink and looked at the guests on the lawn. Francis was sitting on a lawn chair next to Matthew sipping wine. Ludwig and Feliciano were placing the fireworks as Yao lit them. Ivan was talking to Lovino and Antonio. The only people that were missing were Alfred and Kiku. Arthur downed the last of his drink and stepped back outside. The only people to turn around were Francis and Matthew.

"Well, well!" Francis laughed mockingly. "Look who has come out to play."

"Hi Arthur." Matthew said short and simple.

"Hello fellows. Have either of you guys seen Alfred? I'm tired and thought I'd give him his gift and leave."

"Yeah, I think he's in the front yard talking to Kiku." Matthew said looking over to the side of the house. "If he's not there, I'm not sure."

He missing his birthday fireworks to talk to Kiku? The fireworks are his favorite part…

"Thanks a load. I suppose I'll see you two another day. So long." Arthur said waving as he walked away. He wanted to know why he was talking to Kiku alone during the fireworks. He reached the front of the house but remained stuck to the shadows as he heard the mutter of them talking.

"…I know but still…" he heard Alfred mumble. It was hard to tell what he was saying after that; he probably had his hand near his mouth.

"I'm sorry if this sounds harsh but…who cares? If things are bad here you could always move to Japan with me. There are still many things we have not done and some things I would like to show you."

Alfred laughed. "Yeah that's true…"

"Would you like a…" Kiku was hesitated. "…A hug…?"

Alfred laughed so hard you couldn't hear him. "AWWW! Kiku, you're so adorable when you want to be! And duh dude! I can't say no to a hug, man!"

Arthur stepped back and felt his face burn with heat. Kiku offering to hug someone? What the HELL?

Arthur stepped out from the shadow and into the light of the front porch. He looked at the scenic view first; Alfred had a breath taking view of the beach and the city. The moon was full and set a nice romantic mood over the ocean. Arthur felt like punching the wall.

"Hi there gents." Arthur interrupted them. They were hugging each other quietly. Arthur could feel the heat radiating from Kiku's face and it was a deep red. Alfred looked up and blushed slightly.

"Oh hey Arthur!" Alfred stopped hugging Kiku and Kiku let go a moment after. "What's up? Want to talk about something?"

"Actually no, I'm rather tired and wanted to give you your gift before I left." Arthur said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small box covered in stars.

"Oh…oh alright umm…" Alfred looked at Kiku.

Kiku got the silence message and with his cheeks still burning he left for the backyard in silence.

Alfred smiled awkwardly at Arthur as he handed over the small package. "Thank you Arthur."

Arthur said nothing and watched as Alfred tore open the paper to reveal a black box. Alfred lifted the lid to reveal a silver watch. Alfred lifted it out of the box and stared at it in amazement.

"Arthur…" He was at a loss for words.

Arthur said nothing and took it from his hands. He took Alfred's hand and proceeded in hooking it onto his wrist. Once he finished, Alfred admired it with a smile.

"This is incredible Arthur…I-I don't deserve it." Alfred smiled at the face of the small clock. "Thank you…"

"Alright well, then with that would you mind if I called a cab?" Arthur questioned.

"Are you sure?" Alfred looked slightly upset. "The fireworks are only just beginning, and there's one I think you'll like!"

"No, I really think I should be leaving…" Arthur answered firmly.

"Oh well, then let me drive you to your hotel!" Alfred said, reaching into his pocket to fish around for his keys.

"No don't leave your own party Alfred. I'll just ask Francis. Good night." With that he turned to leave for the backyard once more leaving Alfred alone.

Arthur sighed at the memory… He never could keep it well together on Alfred's birthdays. He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and dialed Alfred's number as he reached his bedroom to pack.

Alfred picked up on the first time now. "Hello?"

"Alfred it's me, I'll be arriving at the airport outside of New York City in three days."

"AWESOME!" Alfred exclaimed. "See you when you get here then!"

"Yes, well bye then." Arthur hung up and walked over to his closet to get his suitcase and begin packing.