Warnings: Swearing
A cool breeze wafted into the open window. The faint sound of crickets chirping sang like a gentle lullaby. Arthur had never experienced such a peaceful night that is until a pair of headlights shone through the very same window, followed by, "Yo! Dude! Arthur! Happy birthday bro!" It was the American arse again. The 'American arse' was none other than Arthur's childhood friend, Alfred F. Jones. Until many years later Arthur wouldn't realize how thoughtful this actually was. You see, Alfred had taken the liberty to come exactly on his birthday, as the clock reached midnight. What was more impressive was the fact that Alfred had bothered to remember his birthday at all. What he highly regretted was waking up in an American's bed, butt naked, and totally hammered. "What do you want you twat!"
"Come on lets go to Alistair's!"
"Why the hell would I want to go to that drunken bastard's pub?!"
"For the good beer!"
"That's not exactly a good reason!"
"But Gilbert and Matthias say a good beer solves everything!"
"So does pot but both only solve your shit temporarily!"
"But beer is legal!"
"You know what! I will go to the drunken bastard's bar with you and it's just because I don't want to hear you keep badgering me about going to this god damn bar!"
"Alright Arthur!" Arthur walks out of his house only to be greeted by a blushing American. "Why the hell are you blushing so badly?"
"Well you're in only in your boxers."
"Dammit!"
As soon as Arthur put appropriate clothes on, Alfred sped off toward the pub.
~~~~~~~~~~~ timeskip brought to you by a drunken flying mint bunny ~~~~~~~~~~~
"Am I catholic or protestant, god I don't know!"
"Dude, you're totally drunk!"
"Well aren't you just having a GRAAAAAAND time with your seasoned food and your fabulous Twinkies!? Do you know how hard it is to explain to a waitress that you want butter on your baked potato?!"
"Okay let's get you home."
"NO I'M NOT DONE YET! ALISTAIR HIT ME WITH ANOTHER ROUND!"
Alistair looked at Arthur incredulously. Alfred ran up to counter and left a wad of cash. Alfred literally had Arthur by the ankles trying to pry him off the barstool.
"No! I don't want to go yet! Leave me alone!" Arthur looked about ready to cry.
"You're just going to leave me at my house and I'll be all alone again!" Alfred looked shocked at Arthur. Had no one gone to see him on his birthday last year? Alfred looked down at the drunken mess that was Arthur Kirkland. He hadn't realized how messed up this guy was. He pulled Arthur into a tight embrace and quietly whispered, "I'll never leave you okay."
Arthur nestled into Alfred's chest and sighed in content. He felt like he could stay there forever, curled up in Alfred's arms. Alfred quietly whispered,
"Hey, let's get you home. Kay?"
Arthur nodded sleepily. Alfred picked up the drunken mess and carried him out the bar door.