A/N: Hey everybody! My name is Nicole, and this is the very first fanfiction than I am ever uploading to . It is based off of a roleplay my friend and I have been doing for a while. I hope you enjoy it! Reviews and favourites would be lovely~ 3

It takes place in Western New York because that is where I am from. :D

It was a sunny, humid afternoon in the United States. Alfred, the personification of the United States, was enjoying a nap in one of his many homes across his land, in Western New York. Alfred loved this area. It had everything he needed. Also, it had Niagara Falls, which he shared with his brother, Matthew, the personification of Canada. The two often visited each other there.

However, today he was not with his brother, but his beloved boyfriend, Arthur. He had come that day to visit. His boyfriend was the personification of the United Kingdom. The two of them share a large history with each other, one of greatness and yet one of sadness. But thankfully, the two men decided to put their pasts behind them and become partners.

Arthur was in the kitchen, making his tea. He had loved the stuff ever since he was a young nation. Alfred was napping on the couch in the tiny living room that he had. It was decorated with American flags – of course – and medals he had earned in the many wars he'd taken part in, Alfred being a skilled fighter pilot. He had received help from Arthur who said that he 'had no bloody idea how to decorate a room'.

Alfred slept soundly until he heard a crash of glass and the high-pitched shriek of his British lover. He shot right up like a bullet and ran for the kitchen. "Arthur! What happened?"

"D-Dropped.. F-Favorite.. T-Teacup.." Arthur said breathlessly, a hand on his chest, and a bewildered look on his face. Alfred quickly ran up to him and pulled him into his arms.

"Ssshhh.. It's alright. I'll clean it up and make you some more tea. Why don't you go and relax on the couch and I'll bring it to ya, okay babe?" Alfred soothed. Arthur nodded slowly, pulling out of the American's arms and walking slowly to the living room, scuffing his feet and hanging his head. His boyfriend watched him with a frown on his face, and then went and made him some more tea.

The British man slumped into the couch, a blank expression on his face. He sighed unhappily and waited for his boyfriend to come back in.

Alfred swept up the remnants of his boyfriend's supposedly 'favorite' teacup, wiping the floor with a dish towel. He poured tea into another teacup and put a teaspoon of sugar in it, just like his Artie adored. He walked carefully into his living room and tapped Arthur on the shoulder to get him out of his daze. "Artie, I have your tea." He smiled, setting the teacup on the table beside his couch.

Arthur looked up and thought of snapping at the man for calling him 'Artie', but he didn't feel the need. He took the teacup from the table. "Th-Thanks, love.." he put the teacup to his lips and sighed, taking a few sips.

Alfred looked at his lover with concerned, azure eyes, sitting beside him on the couch and wrapping an arm around him. Arthur looked up at him with a neutral, yet saddened look on his face. His emerald eyes were dull. Alfred could always tell his true emotion by his eyes. "Artie…" he sighed. "What's wrong? Is it because of the cup?" he inquired, sure that what he had guessed was the right

answer.

"Y-Yes.." Arthur said, his voice seemed like he was on the verge of crying. "I got that cup the same bleeding day I found you, Alfred.." his eyes leaked tears and he sniffled, looking up at the younger nation.

Alfred frowned. No wonder it was his favorite, he thought to himself. "No no, don't cry babe," he hugged the Brit close and kissed the top of his head. He nuzzled his nose in the light-blonde locks of his lover and closed his eyes, trying to think of a way to cheer him up. Suddenly, an idea popped in his head. He smiled to himself, feeling like a genius. "Artie, I'm-uh, going to go to Matt's house for a little bit, alright? I should be back in a couple of hours."
Arthur looked up. "O-Okay Alfred.. I love you. Tell him I said 'Hello', will you?"

Alfred nodded. "Of course, my love!" he nuzzled his boyfriend's cheek with his nose and then kissed it. He stood up and kissed Arthur on the lips softly. "I'll be back!" he flashed his million-dollar grin and whipped around, headed for the door.

Arthur watched him leave. "I love you!" he called after him. He heard a "Love ya too, baby!", the jingling of car keys and then the slamming of the front door. The Brit sighed to himself, standing up, stretching his arms and yawning. He grabbed his tea from the table and walked slowly towards the bedroom he and Alfred were sharing, grabbing his suitcase from the hallway.

He reached the bedroom and looked around. Wow, the git actually cleaned up his room for me. Arthur thought to himself, smiling a bit. He laid his suitcase beside the bed and crawled into the covers. "What a lovely bed, Alfred.." he said, as if his American boyfriend could hear him. He closed his eyes, but then opened them widely. "Blimey, I almost forgot!" he leaned over the side of the bed and opened a zipper pocket on the front of his suitcase, reaching into it and grabbing something. "Aha! Found you, little bugger." He pulled out a raggedy, old-looking rabbit stuffed animal that looked like it had been cuddled and loved for ages. "I can't believe I actually brought you," he said to the stuffed animal. "I always leave you home."

Arthur had this stuffed rabbit ever since he was a tiny, young nation. It was his only friend for several centuries. It soothed him when no one was there to do so. He finally stopped carrying it around with him once he had started making (somewhat) friends so no one would find out about the rabbit, leaving it at home on his bed. He started to just leave it at home when he began to travel to other parts of the world. He had been doing that ever since. This had been the first time he'd brought the stuffed animal anywhere. He figured since that he'd started to trust Alfred more recently, he'd be able to be okay with him finding out.

The Brit yawned, wrapping his arms around the stuffed animal and covering himself up with the duvet. He felt his eyelids grow heavy, and he allowed them to shut, falling into the arms of sleep, his face nuzzled into his stuffed animal.