Arthur woke up the next morning and started on his new spring break routine. He was one of those people, planning everything. He had his whole day planned out. Everything seemed perfect until, halfway through his shower he recalled and incident with a certain American. Had he said something about buying him a Coffee? Arthur frowned. That couldn't happen. His whole schedule would be messed up! He was not going to allow some loud-mouthed American ruin his perfectly planned spring break.

Arthur got dressed and finished his routine. He then set out for the Café, determined not to let the damn American get in the way of his plans.

Alfred shot up out of bed with all the energy of a five-year-old on Christmas morning. The events from the previous day were still fresh in his mind. "There's something about that boy," Alfred thought for a moment as he was drying his hair after his shower. When he had told Heracles and Kiku that he was going to marry Arthur, he admitted, he had been a little bold. Still, he just knew it was him. It had to be him. Love at first sight some would say.

He had a week, a week to make Arthur his. He started to think of ways he could win Arthur over. They were getting a coffee together, but after that? He was just out the door when he came up with the perfect plan.

The shop was quieter than usual, it seemed less people had come. They probably all had plans, places to be, people to see. "I have plans too," Arthur thought to himself quickly. First a Coffee then he'd go to the park and feed the birds. After that the library, then home for some tea and a movie with the remaining hour before he would sleep.

He smiled, comforted by the replaying of his schedule through his head. His smile quickly faded however as he heard the door chime. He looked up and saw that it was, indeed, the American from the day before.

Arthur's frown deepened as the American came over to his table and sat down.

"Hey dude! You got a coffee? Didn't I tell you that I'd buy you one?"

He didn't wait for Arthur to respond before continuing.

"Anyways we should get going soon, we don't want to be late!"

Arthur looked startled. The American had paused long enough to let him speak.

"Where would we be going? I don't recall making any plans with you."

Alfred smiled, "Well it's a surprise! Now c'mon!" He said the last word pulling Arthur from his seat and dragging him to the front door. Arthur protested but the skinny American was much stronger than he looked.

"Excuse me sir! If you would be so kind as to remove your hands from me at once!"

Alfred stopped and turned around to look at him. They were in the parking lot now standing by, what Arthur guessed, was his car. Alfred let go of him and Arthur huffed loudly, crossing his arms.

"Now can you please tell me what the meaning of all this is?"

"Well I'm meaning to take you on a date."

Arthur flushed and said, "Why should I get in a car with a man I barely know at all? You could be dangerous."

Alfred frowned, deep in though. "Maybe because you barely know me and I might me dangerous?"

He got into his car, starting it up an rolling the window. He looked at Arthur waiting for a reply.

An internal battle raged on in Arthur. Part of him wanted to stay to the schedule. While the other, more stupid, part pulled him towards the strange man. After a moment, the more reasonable side won.

And Arthur could see Alfred smile as he slid into the passenger seat and closed the door.

Alfred pulled onto the highway and noticed Arthur hadn't said a word since they had left. He looked over and saw Arthur looking out the window, lost in in his thoughts. Alfred brought his eyes back to the road.

"It's gonna take a while to get there so we could talk and not be so quiet if you want."

Arthur looked at him, "What did you have in mind?"

Alfred thought for a moment, "Let's talk about our families."

Arthur turned his head away and said, "You first.."

Alfred gave him a weird look but then began his story.

"Well my mom is a baker, she owns her own bakery. The cutest place you'll ever see. My dad is a lawyer, I lived with my mom before college so I only saw him on every other weekend. That's more than I wanted to spend with him anyway."

"You're parent's are divorced ,then?" Arthur asked.

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry to hear that, and I also get that your dad isn't your favorite person?"

"Thanks, but it happened a long time ago, my mom's remarried now. My dad's locked up. The bastard finally got what he deserved."

Arthur looked confused, "What do you mean?"

"He was a drinker, and not a very nice man. My mom stayed with him longer than she should have and got pregnant with me. She didn't want me to grow up without a dad like she did. He was a terrible person. He never laid a hand on my mom, though. Although, I was a completely different story. Luckily I've forgotten most of it by now. "

Arthur's reaction surprised him. He was looking out the window with both hands clenched into fists. It may have been the light but Alfred thought he saw tears in Arthur's eyes.

"How do the people who do that live with themselves! It's terrible. Doing that to a person you supposedly love! What's worse is that the people getting the abuse are to afraid to tell people! Or they say that the person isn't usually like this and they think they're more to them than a punching bag! It's not fair," His voice got quiet, "It's not fair."

Alfred was shocked at his outburst and saidp nothing. Then Arthur spoke. He seemed returned to normal.

"Do you have any siblings?"

"Uh, I have a half sister. She's three. She always has a smile on her face." Alfred said feeling comforted by the thought of his sister.

"She sounds sweet."

" Yeah she is," Alfred pulled onto a small dirt road and said, "We're almost there."

They pulled up to an old abandoned house and Alfred stopped the engine.

"This was my grandfather's. He built it himself! This isn't what I wanted to show you. Here follow me, and close your eyes!"

"Alfred that's just ridiculo-!" Alfred put his hand over Arthur's eyes and guided him. Arthur felt grass brush against his jeans. After a minute they stopped walking and Alfred took his hand of Arthur's eyes.

"Bloody hell," He said softly under his breath.

A sea of yellow, flowers as far as the eye could see. The air filled with their sweet aroma. The place where Alfred and Arthur stood was a small wooden gazebo.

"This is amazing, you grandfather built this?"

Alfred smiled, "Yeah he said it was his and nanna's make out spot! But I also came here a lot when I would visit. But I was by myself! I mean I didn't bring anybody here to, well ya'know. Okay I'm done talking now."

Arthur smiled. For once, Alfred was the one blushing. He then reached into the bag he carried with him at all times. He pulled out his camera and looked at Alfred.

"Do you mind?"

Alfred looked a little confused, but nodded and stepped behind Arthur.

Arthur pointed the camera and took a deep breath. Then as he slowly letting out the breath he snapped a picture.

"You look like a professional," Alfred said laughing.

"Yeah? Thanks, now can I get on with you leaning against the post on the gazebo?" Alfred did as directed.

"Okay now look out towards the field." Alfred could here the click of the camera behind him. He leaned against the post comfortably, enjoying the view. He didn't notice that the camera had stopped clicking. Arthur looked at him, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind.

He decided to speak, "Why did you take me out here?"

Alfred smiled and turned towards him, "I thought it was the perfect place for you to fall for me."

Arthur spluttered and said, "Fall for you?! I barely know you!"

Alfred stepped closer to Arthur.

"Get to know me then."

Arthur gulped nervously and walked past Alfred to the other side of the gazebo.

"I'm sorry you wasted this much time on me already, but I'm not looking for a relationship and even if I was, I don't think I'm right for you. I'm sure you could find someone else."

He was looking out towards the fields as he said this. He then turned back to Alfred and asked him politely to take him home.

Alfred was confused but he agreed.

The ride back to town was quiet. Alfred thinking that even though the date had been cut short, it had gone fairly well. He had started to notice little things about Arthur, as well as the more noticeable too ( Those eyebrows though...). He knew Arthur would be a challenge, but somehow he knew he was worth it. Alfred had never had a really serious relationship before, so he was nervous. What do you do after the flirting and after marriage? His mind continued on that path the whole ride. Arthur on the other hand, his mind had turned to anger and he was thinking about how he hated people who played with feelings. He was just going to end up getting hurt. This was a game to Alfred anyway, Arthur knew it. Arthur would fall and love, then Alfred would get bored. Or he could turn out to be a different man then he seemed.