Ta-da a one-shot dabble thing that just came to me while I was working on a story. Sadly My Servant Your Subject still has writes block. I want to kill my brain. This came to me and yeah, it's nothing but fluff

I disown everything, even though I really want to own it I don't.

It was such a weird question, it came out of nowhere. Arthur was rather taken back; no one had ever asked him anything like that. It was one of those questioned he expected to hear in a relationship, one that crumbling apart or completely in pieces. Alfred and him weren't like that, were they? So why the hell was Alfred asking something like that, and why the hell did he look so calm and serious at the same time, with that usual grin playing his lips.

How would Arthur answer that question? It was something he had never really thought about; then again he wasn't planning on anything like that happening any time soon, besides how would he answer it. Alfred seemed to be losing what ever patience he had gathered up it was showing as his grin was turning up side down.

"Where did this come from?" Arthur asked, slightly curious as to what had brought the younger blonde to ask such a thing.

"I just want to know." Alfred defended in a somewhat childish manner. "Come on Iggy. Just answer it and then you can even forget I asked."

"Well what would you say, you bloody git!" Arthur shot back lowly. "What if you were in some horrible accident and knew you only had fifteen seconds to live, what would you say as a message to me?" Arthur watched as Alfred was slightly taken back.

"Don't change the subject Arthur." Alfred said his tone with a hint of warning in it. "I asked you first, just answer the God damn question."

"You can answer it!" Arthur pointed out.

"You know what, just forget it!" Alfred shouted, storming away in a somewhat childish manner. Arthur watched him leave, feeling a slight bit of guilt. What would he say to Alfred, as his last dying message?

Arthur had hardly slept that night ever since Alfred asked him that bloody question. He had seen Alfred since he asked either and that was about a week ago. He sighed looking at the phone. He had thought about it, he knew what he would say. He glanced at the clock was eight in the morning, a reasonable time for him to call.

However it was not a reasonable time for Alfred to answer, and Arthur practically slapped himself when Alfred answered. "'ello?" His voice was slurred with sleep, and sounded like he had just been thrown out of his bed. Was that damn question annoying him so much he forgot the time difference?

"Good Morning, Alfred." Arthur said calmly, slightly gently as well. "Did I wake you up?"

"Oh no, I was planning to fall out of my bed at three in the morning to answer my phone." His voice was dripping with sarcasm, as well as filled with sleep. "Why ya callin'?"

"I've been thinking…about what you asked me a week or so ago." Arthur started nervously.

"Really?" Alfred seemed to pipe up. "Whacha say?"

"Well you see…uh…I would just want you to kno—"

"Times up, you're dead." Alfred said with a hint of smile in his voice. "I though you would have something better to say, Iggy. Can I go back to sleep now?"

Before Arthur could answer Alfred had hung up on his end. Arthur sighed, lightly pounding his fist on the counter top and looking at his phone. "I would want you to know I never stopped loving you, you bloody git." Arthur said putting his phone back and grabbing his morning tea, heading to his office.

Okay, for those of you who watch Psych and saw last weeks episodes are probably like, you know this is a very much like the end, because it is! Ha! I thought it would be something cute for a little USxUK and it kinda was.

Please RxR