"C'mon, Brows. Just one last job."

"For the last time, I refuse."

"Bruder-"

"Shut up, West, I got this!"

Gilbert turned his attention back from his brother and focused back on Arthur, ignoring the obvious glare that Ludwig shot his way. "You can't just walk out on us. It's not that easy."

"Yes," replied Arthur, sounding more irritated than anything, "I've become aware of this." His back was up against the slimy, dirty wall of some abandoned alley downtown, Gilbert's hands on either side of his head- pressed up against the wall. If there was anything going through the Brit's mind, it was either a complaint of how disgusting his back was getting, or how cliche the entire set-up was.

The albino didn't look pleased with the smart-ass response. He moved one of his hands to his waist, grabbing a sleek pistol and pressing the barrel up against the blond's temple. "I could just shoot you, you know."

"Ah yes. But why kill one of your most valuable assets? Ivan won't take too kindly to that, you know."

"You're not a fucking 'asset' anymore if you don't cooperate."

Arthur shrugged, the rough words having no effect on him. "Go on, then. Kill me if you wish." He smirked. "But good luck finding a replacement."

"We're gonna have to get a replacement anyway! You're not going to do it!"

The Brit thought about this for a moment. Or perhaps he only pretended to think about it before responding. "Ah, yes. But as you know," his eyes narrowed, the smirk remaining in place, "Ivan only accepts the best." He leaned forward closer to the albino and whispered, "And I'm the best, aren't I?"

No response.

"That's why you two have been trailing after me for the past week." Again, when no response was given, Arthur gently pushed Gilbert away from him, the man putting up no resistance.

"Well," The Brit continued, turning his back on the two and starting to walk away, "good hunting, and farewell."

"Wait a minute!" Gilbert yelled suddenly.

Arthur looked back over his shoulder, raising his eyebrows as if expecting the other to say something good.

"Don't think we won't find a way. We'll get you, Brows. One way or another." His menacing, red eyes narrowed dangerously, his gaze trying to tear apart Arthur's entire being.

The Englishman smiled. "I have no doubt in my mind." And just like that, he walked away.

"That brat," Gilbert hissed as soon as Arthur was out of sight. "He's playing with us."

"Of course he is," Ludwig agreed. "What else would you expect of him?"

"Nothing less. Not from Kirkland." The elder shook his head, his eyes still trained on the spot where Arthur had been. "Nothing less."

"Arthur! Dude, you're late!"

Arthur took a seat on the old, wooden park bench next to his rather obnoxious, rather American friend. "I'm aware of this, Alfred. I had to stop by my house and change. Some idiot spilled coffe on my shirt on the way here." Lies. Alfred was foolish enough to believe them and Arthur was smooth and collected enough to master the art.

Alfred took a bite of his hamburger. He always seemed to have one for lunch. "Sucks, man," he said before swallowing- much to Arthur's displeasure. "You should've called me. I was starting to worry you weren't gonna come!"

"I come everyday, don't I?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

"Then there's no problem."

"But what if you found someone else to hang out with?"

Arthur looked at the other like he was an idiot- he tended to do that a lot. "Like who?"

The American stopped and thought about it for a moment, going over the list of other people that Arthur might like more than him. "I don't know!" he responded finally. "Just, people..."

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Convincing and insightful as always, Alfred."

Alfred pouted, looking at the other with his signature puppy-dog eyes. They didn't always work on the Brit, but when they did, it was a most effective attack to get what he wanted.

"...what?" This was not one of those times.

"Oh come on!" Alfred immideatly dropped the look as soon as he realized it wasn't going to work. "You know what I want!"

And Arthur did know what he wanted. But he also knew that it wasn't the best action to perform in public in a society that didn't always accept their beliefs, no matter how small the action was. "Not now, Alfred."

"Pleeeeeease~?" The American, however, never seemed to fully understand this concept. He threw his arms around the stubborn man and pulled him close, nuzzling his cheek in that soft, blond hair.

Arthur made an attempt to push the other off him. "I said no! You can wait!"

"Just one little kiss! That's all I want, Artie!"

"I said no!"

"How about one on the cheek?"

"No!"

"Forehead?"

"I'm not going to say it again!"

"But I love you, Arthur!"

So maybe they were a little more than friends.

"N-not so loud, you idiot!" Arthur sputtered, his cheeks growing pink. He'd always been one to blush.

Alfred ignored him. "In fact, I love you so much, I'd become a eunich if I had to!"

"ALFRED." Arthur hissed.

"On second thought, let's not do that. Then we don't get sex."

"Alfred, shut up!"

"But I guess it wouldn't be so bad if you top-"

It was at that point that the Brit finally clapped his hands over that loud-mouth, his cheeks a feverish red, but whether it was from anger, emberressment, or some combination of the two, Alfred was unsure. "Shut. Up. Now."

Alfred pouted again, but nodded reluctantly.

"Good," Arthur said, taking his hands away and crossing his arms.

The American was silent for a moment before he quickly pressed a kiss to the Brit's head.

Arthur pretty much had a spazz attack.

"That's it, bruder. That's how we're going to get Brows back." Gilbert said quietly, watching the scene from high up in a tree, hidden to everything except Ludwig.

"What? That guy?"

"Yeah, Albert or whatever his name is."

"Alfred."

"Does it matter?" The albino glanced at his brother and grinned wide before turning his gaze back to the quarreling men. "He's our ticket. Arthur's gonna do that spell for us if it kills him. And it just might."

A/N: Hey-o. I was attacked. By a plot bunny. -shrugs- It happens. I can't say that it's a fully developed plot yet (maybe that bunny was a little coo-coo in the head, ya know?), but I have a general idea of where I want it to go.

And hopefully I'll be able to get another update in this week. I'm doing literally nothing in my web design class now this week since I finished up all my projects early. So I'll be hanging here~ Tell me what ya think about this, okay, guys?

So mystical! So magical! The review may just take you to Narnia! ...or maybe not.