Yay chapter two! Hello again guys. I don't have much to say this time so...Have fun!

Headcanon- "England and America never go to clubs as a couple. Instead they compete to see how many girls they can pick up. America hates to admit it, but England always wins."

"Alright Artie, rules are the same. Whoever gets the most girls' numbers by the time the sun rises wins." Alfred told his partner as they drove the club. I was a new one, just recently opened. Their usual hang out had finally caught on to their little game so they needed to pickings.

Arthur smirked. "I don't know why you still insist on doing this. I always win, so what's the point?"

"Hey! We tied that one time!" Al defended. True, they had tied once...

"I was sick. It's not my fault I get sneezing it their faces." ...that too.

Alfred pouted but it was short-lived and a smile came to his to his face. "Tonight's gonna be different! I have a foolproof plan. By the end of the night chicks will be begging me to take their numbers!"

"Just remember," Arthur leaned over the divider to whisper in against his ear. "The only number that actually matters is mine." He kissed his lover tenderly.

Alfred responded with equal force and care. "Always, love."

With that, both men exited the car and proceeded into the club. Music blared in their ears and with one final glance at each other, Alfred and Arthur split up.

This was what they did. It used to be a competition, just something to feed their need to beat the other at something. After the English gentleman and brash American became serious however, it became something of a game. The fury behind their need to pick up women faded into a playful, yet competitive spirit that led them to continue with contest.

Of course before Al and Arthur could continue they needed to lay a few ground rules. Most were obvious and just put in place so that the partners could feel secure with one another. Not that either were lacking in trust for their respective partner, but humans are jealous beings. The rules are as follows:

1. No kissing on the lips/other sensual areas of either pArtie (parties being Al/Arthur and their respective targets)

2. No physical contact lasting longer than three seconds- hand to hand contact may be an exception under most circumstances

3. Arthur is not allowed to do shots of any kind

4. Arthur is not allowed to have more than three alcoholic beverages in one night

5. Neither Alfred nor Arthur is allowed to get drunk- especially whomever is the designated driver of the night

Now this was all good and dandy, until you realize that no matter what location, what pick-up lines, or what corny grin Alfred chose, he could never win. By the laws of probability one would think that he would have one at least once. Sadly this was not true. By the way, Arthur and his companion had been playing that stupid game for eleven years.

Tonight though, it would be different. Al was sure of it. He'd spent every free minute for the last week 'studying' (i.e. Google and Wiki to the full extent). He would be charming, witty, and play on his talents better than old Artie ever could.

And it worked! Almost every girl he talked with gave him their number. Apparently Alfred looked innocent (though in reality the very thought of it was laughable). His bright eyes and cheerful smile gave everyone around him some hope. Al tossed a few complements around and sent off a few winks and by the end of the night he'd gotten more than ever before.

Back in the car, Alfred talked non-stop about the many digits he'd collected. Arthur just smirked in the passenger seat. Al wasn't the only one breaking records tonight.

At home the numbers were finally counted. Alfred had a total of fifty-seven numbers collected over one night, sending Arthur's record of forty-three shattering to the floor.

Woo! Ha! Beat that, Artie!" Alfred said as he jumped around the room using the varying slips of paper that held the numbers as makeshift confetti.

His satisfaction was short-lived however as Arthur continued to smirk as he tallied the last few numbers. A grand tally of sixty collected numbers. "Gladly."

"B-but." Alfred pouted in the corner. "I was so sure this time. I don't get it! How do you do it?" He shouted.

Arthur shrugged. "I don't know. I just do."

"I got it! It's your accent. It has to be accent. Everyone loves a British accent!" The American shouted.

A flat look was all he received from his English lover. "Alfred, we're in London."

"Oh yeah..."

Arthur sat on the couch next to his lover. "Why does it bother you so much?"

Alfred looked into Arthur's eyes before looking away again, his cheeks dusting a light pink. "It's just," He paused, tripping over his words as he tried to organize his own thoughts. "If I can't impress a few girls in a club how can I impress you?"

Arthur was stunned. The man in front of him was someone who always had a front up the utmost confidence. A smile that could win the hearts of children to elderly. Not to mention breathtakingly beautiful inside and out. Meanwhile Arthur was a cranky old man stuck inside the body of thirty-two year old man. He had an unstable temper. He was shy and could never get the words out. The only things Arthur had running for him were his accent and maybe his eyes (although in his opinion his eyebrows took away any beauty his emerald orbs could provide). And yet Alfred though he wasn't good enough.

The thought was almost laughable. "Alfred." Arthur shook his head and chuckled to himself. "Alfred, Alfred, Alfred."

"What? Why are you laughing? Arthur I'm serious." Al could feel his heart falling to the ground. He'd been right. He wasn't good enough for the angel of a man in front of him.

"That's why I'm laughing, you git!" The Brit's chuckled turned to full on laughter. He just couldn't contain it anymore. "You have to be the most idiotic, not to mention blind, human being on the planet to not see how beautiful you are. How selfless, and caring, and a billion of other adjectives that will never actually describe how utterly amazing you are."

Arthur truly believed every word that he said, and it made Alfred feel so loved and cared for. "Artie, I love you so much." Alfred scooped the smaller man into his arms.

"I love you too Alfred, I love you too."

How was it? Reviews are a good was of telling me. See you all again sometime.

Oh, and special thanks to Snapped Venice for being my first (and only) reviewer. It means more than pancakes to me!

Snapped Venice- Thanks so much! I'm glad you like it, and I hope I can get those feels tugging in you. I hope this lives up to your expectations. You have a wonderful day too!