A/N- Another piece of USUK fluff. Even though I don't particularly ship the pairing anymore, I can't stop writing them. They're just too fun. Anyway, this was written whilst I was bored at AppleBees. Enjoy?
Arthur Kirkland smiled to himself as he gazed at his people. Young boys and girls pointed excitedly at the various cyclops-like statues that served as the mascot for this year's games as their parents snapped photos of the iconic things. A young couple walked down the street hand-in-hand, gazing warmly at each other. On a nearby bench, the Englishman could see an elderly man reading the newspaper. Groups among groups of people crowded the busy streets.
This was his home. His heart. London.
"Hey, Arthur! Yo, so check it out, look what I got!"
Even the appearance of Alfred, as well as most of the other nations, didn't dampen his mood. No matter how obnoxious the American was (even if he did love him), or how annoying Feliciano could be, or how perverted a certain Frenchman was, it didn't matter then. Because this was for the Olympics.
"What is it, Alfred?" Arthur asked.
Alfred gave the Englishman a toothy grin as he thrust his arms out from behind his back. Held between slim fingers was a lion plush- the other mascot. Its pelt was a snowy white color, while its mane had the pattern of the Union Jack.
Arthur stared quizzically at the lion, waiting for an explanation.
Suddenly, the air of confidence and obnoxiousness that usually surrounded the American was gone. Instead, his cheeks tinted pink and the ground became very interesting.
"Um, Alfred? What is this?" he asked, once it became clear that the American was not going to explain without some prompting.
Alfred said, "It's, ya know, the mas-"
"Yes, I know it is the mascot. Bloody hell, I am the country of England, Alfred," Arthur said. "I was asking why you have it."
"Well, I saw it at the store, and it reminded me of you," the American mumbled.
"And?"
"And I wanted to wish you good luck," Alfred hurriedly said, thrusting the stuffed animal into the other's hands. The blush on his cheeks intensified as his eyes locked with Arthur's emerald ones.
The Englishman smiled at the gesture. It was a sweet one, one Alfred usually found too "mushy".
"Thank you," he said, using one arm to hold the plush. The other reached up to brush a stray strand of hair away from Alfred's face as he pulled the American down. Gently pressing his lips against the slightly chapped ones of the other, he pulled away a second later.
"Good luck to you, too."
A/N- Sorry for the OoC-ness. I'll try to get their characters better next time. ^^"