Disclaimer: Since I absolutely love this pairing to bits, I decided to write about it. This fanfic will be an entire collection of AU oneshots, poems, etc. revolving around Alfred Ashford x Steve Burnside. They're all drabbles and they're all inconsistent with other chapters unless stated otherwise.

Don't like the pairing? Don't read. Simple as that.

I'd also like to note that this will be updated whenever I get an idea and write about it, and I'd also like to reiterate that this will mostly be AU.

By the way, T.O. in the title is an abbreviation of "Tales Of." Obviously the title was too long so I had to shorten it up a bit.

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Drabble One: Eating Out.

Alfred wouldn't say that he was a patient man. In fact, he was very impatient. He wanted things to be done and over with quickly so he could continue with whatever he had wanted to do, which was usually relaxing about around the lavish rooms of the Ashford Palace.

However, he couldn't do that now, especially since he wasn't anywhere near his beloved home. He was out here, in filthy America, the grand United States, in the popular city of New York. To make matters worse, he was eating in a McDonald's restaurant with the last person he'd normally be seen with…Rockfort Island prisoner number 0267, Steve Burnside.

He'd never be caught dead in a fast food restaurant normally, but under the circumstances that his young lover missed his old home and the fact that he had his own business to attend to (not mentioning the fact that he was starving) he gave up his pride to sit down in the eating area of the red-and-yellow food place.

He was currently waiting for the red head to make his order at the register. Alfred had ordered a measly salad that he had instructed to have nothing except for lettuce, ranch dressing and croutons in it. He also ordered some tea (unsweetened, of course. He didn't want to risk getting fat over sweet tea. That stuff was addictive.). Now he waited, tapping the heel of his foot impatiently against the dirty tiled floors as he sat in the small booth in the corner of the room.

"Come on, Steven." He groaned under his breath before running his hand through his hair in aggravation. It shouldn't take a person twenty minutes to make an order.

He looked around at the room, surveying the area with disinterest yet with a hope of some form of entertainment. There weren't that many people there- just a few children with their parents, teenagers and an old couple. No one was doing anything remotely interesting, either. They just sat there and ate as the children played with the toys that came from their Kids Meals.

"Missed me?" The boyish voice ran through his ears and he turned his head, staring at the red head that slipped in the seat in front of him. He held three trays of food, one carrying Alfred's small salad. He took it quickly along with his drink.

"Why do you have so much food, Steven?" He asked as he raised an eyebrow, absentmindedly opening the plastic container of his salad.

Steve frowned slightly. He hated being called Steven. "Come on, Alfred. It's Steve, and I have all of this food because I'm a growing boy. A growing boy has to eat to grow up to be strong and manly." A grin began to form on his face.

Alfred sucked in his breath as he began to smirk. That boys' happiness was so contagious at times. "Fine, Steve, though don't you think you'll become corpulent by eating that much?"

"I'm going to pretend that I know what that means by saying no, because I have a high metabolism." Steve replied as he began to arrange his food in front of him. He sat three Big Macs' to his right, four large fries to his left, three milkshakes (one chocolate, one vanilla and one strawberry) beside his fries and a couple of kids meals.

"I suppose I'm the one paying for this, right?" Alfred inquired as he peered down at his salad, simultaneously grabbing a fork from one of the trays that Steve had set aside by the window.

"Yep." Steve replied shortly before indulging into his food, cramming multiple fries into his mouth and taking quick swigs of his shakes.

Suddenly, Alfred let out a sharp gasp as he stared at the salad before him, "Who put TOMATOES in my SALAD?!"

Steve nearly choked on his food as he resisted the urge to laugh.

"I demand a refund! This is outrageous! I CLEARLY ORDERED A SALAD WITH LETTUCE, RANCH DRESSING AND CROUTONS! Not this disgusting red fruit-vegetable-whatever edible plant it is! It's CONTAMINATED and I REFUSE to EAT THIS!"

Steve couldn't control his actions. He leaned forward, grabbed a tomato from out of the others salad and threw it at him, watching it bounce off of the others forehead, "Come on, Alfie. I'll eat the stupid tomatoes if you want me to, just don't go tearing off the employees heads and releasing a virus that could cause mass destruction just because you got tomatoes in your salad."

Though he was joking, the tone of his voice was serious.

Alfred rolled his eyes and scoffed, pushing the salad away from him with the palm of his hand and he folded his arms across his chest with an obvious pout upon his face. Steve shook his head and let out a soft sigh. I can't believe he's acting like a drama queen right now…

They sat in silence for a few moments. Steve shifted uncomfortably, obviously feeling the eyes of the other customers glaring at them because of the blondes' outburst. Alfred was looking away from him and out the window beside them.

"Alfred." Steve said quietly as he shifted forward and leaned over the table. Alfred turned his head and stared at him, his pout still evident as he narrowed his eyes. Steve smiled softly and placed a gentle kiss on Alfred's lips, which caused the other's pout to twist up into a tentative smirk, "Stop being a baby."

Alfred opened his mouth as if to retort but suddenly the red head crammed a handful of french fries into his mouth, ceasing his ability to talk.

"Just share some of this food with me." Steve said as he pulled away. Alfred immediately gagged and spat the food out onto the table.

"You're unbelievable." Alfred whined, softly, though he couldn't help but grin at the boy in front of him who was currently downing one of his milkshakes.

"Yeah, I know. That's why you love me."

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Authors Note: I'd like to say that this ended abruptly just because I didn't know how to end it. Bear with me people. I'm still getting the hang of writing again.

Besides, I'm supposed to be doing homework for school. I'm neglecting my duties just for you readers.