A/N: Hey~ 3 So like, its Valentine's day here in my country and im totally alone so I have nothing better to do so here's a story
"Alfred!" A shrill british voice rang out through the cold air of London. A blond man chased after another man who had golden-sandy colored hair and he appeared to be very angry. "How dare you call the scones I made for you disgusting?!" he screeched.
This angry man's name was Arthur Kirkland. He was a nation, and the man he was chasing after is called Alfred Jones, he too, was a nation. The two of them were on a date when Arthur had taken out the scones he had made for Alfred, it was Valentine's and everyone knows how special that day is for every single couple. Alfred had taken a bite when he choked on it and spat it out, making a face of disgust. Arthur, hurt by his reaction, grew mad.
Thus brings us to the current situation where the two men are panting heavily and sitting on both the edges of the bed. "…Sodding git..." Arthur mumbled under his breath, while Alfred laughed hysterically and sighed, "Geez, you really haven't improved at all. I wonder if the god of cooking hates you." He teased him. Arthur stood up instantly and pointed to Alfred, his fingers bandaged up in plasters from cuts. "Bloody hell! I spend a good 2 hours baking this shit for you and this is the thanks I receive? Well, I feel loved!" he said sarcastically, with tears appearing in the corner of his eyes
"Aww don't cry dude, it's just a jo-" Alfred started but was cut off by Arthur, "Just a joke? Then am I a joke to you? You don't have to mock me all the time and you don't have to tell me nice things about me, you like girls who can cook right? You like girls who have round and curvy boobs, with thin eyebrows, unlike mine!" he vented, "If you always stare at them so much then go marry them for all I care! Ditch me and go for them!" he paused and then he looked at the cold hard floor.
A slap was landed on Arthur's face from Alfred. "Is that all you really think of me dude? I keep telling you, I love you I love you I love you, but you always never fucking respond. How do you think I feel? You always turn away and mumble things to yourself, how do you think I fucking feel?!" he shook Arthur by the shoulders.
"…I'm always embarrassed easily. I'm always stunned and taken aback by your sweet words…" Arthur admitted, "I was really happy." He muttered and Alfred looked at him deep in the eye, "And...Plus… we're both men and stuff.." his eyes adverted to avoid Alfred's gaze. Alfred sighed deeply and hugged Arthur "You stupid idiotic chicken." Alfred chuckled, "Tell me all of this earlier before you start becoming a volcano and erupting all that shit." He smiled, before he slid something onto Arthur's finger,"So since it's kinda like, Valentine's and all…I figured it'd be good if I said it now, since you're always so stupidly insecure." He said, getting down on one knee, "Marry me?"
