[ A/N: The little extract of the song in this chapter is Autumn in New York, the version sung by Frank Sinatra, more notes at the end! Sorry if this was late, I know you guys wanted it quicker! ... /)\\\(\ I'm so sorry! ]

A few days after the encounter with Alfred, Arthur's train of thoughts about him started to die down, that is of course is to say, that he now tries to stay away from the balcony. His apartment was actually pretty well arranged, a sort of minimalist style that can also resemble traditional at points. Arthur was sure pleased with it. He was also pleased with his cooking, and no one could tell him otherwise. Aside from that, the Brit decided to explore the city, it's not like he really wished to, but it was to get familiar with the city itself. The moment he left the apartment, he put on his sunglasses, it was awfully sunny for Autumn. A couple minutes into his walk and he was in Times Square, a lot of people were there, and the bright advertisements were going strong. He soon got approached by a man holding a leaflet in his hand.

"Hello sir, would you like to go to the new exposition in the local gallery? It would mean a lot to my brother since-"

Arthur's thoughts of Alfred came crashing back, was that him..?

"Alfred?"

The man paused and looked at Arthur, confused and intrigued.

"You...know my brother?"

Arthur stood there, joining in with the confusion. Suddenly the man's eyes lit up, what was he going to do?

"That hair...Sir, would you mind taking your shades off for just a moment? You seem familiar."

Arthur slowly took his sunglasses off, narrowing his eyes to adjust to the sunlight.

"What is th-" The British man got cut off.

"That's it! You're him! The man in the photographs!... ...Oh, excuse me, since you must know Alfred, let me introduce myself, I'm Matthew, Alfred's brother. Surprisingly, I was born in Canada. We sure do look the same though." Mathew chuckled at the added ending.

Arthur collected himself and spoke up.

"That makes more sense, you do seem to resemble your brother a lot. Forgive me. And yes, I do seem to appear in Alfred's photographs a lot." Arthur felt the blush creep up to his cheeks at the thought.

"Yeah, you fit perfectly in them! Well, what I was here for is I was handing out leaflets for Alfred's little exposition at the local gallery, you can buy the photographs or just look at them, the entrance is free, it would mean a lot to him if a lot of people could go, and think how happy he'd be if one of his models went!" he grinned.

"M-models?! No, no Matthew I am not his model or in fact a model, I just happen to be in his photos, that's all" Arthur tried to conceal his bright red face by putting on his sunglasses again, but it worked to no avail.

"Well, call it whatever you want, I think it would be kind of you to go, eh?"

Defeated, Arthur sighed and took the leaflet, "I'll go, at what time is it tomorrow?"

Mathew trailed off "Well, since tomorrow is the first day, it's going to be at 7 PM. If you do go, I look forward to seeing you there...Arthur is it?"

"Yes, yes it is, I figured you must know because of Alfred right?"

"I sure do! He's been telling me recently that he's planning to put up the ones he took of you, I really appreciate on behalf of my brother and I that you let him keep the photos. They turned out great!"

Arthur smiled and nodded "It's no trouble, really, don't mention it."

Mathew smiled back and waved goodbye as he walked away to hand out more leaflets. Arthur double checked the information leaflet.

"Fine attire...I guess I have something that can meet the standards."

Arthur looked at his watch and began to walk home. Once again he took the Central Park route, the leaves were different shades of orange and brown, slowly falling down, almost picture perfect, shame Alfred wasn't here to take a pic-

'Just stop, you've only known him for a couple days.' Arthur told himself strictly. He soon stopped only to hear a voice singing from a distance.

"Autumn in New York..."

That voice...

"Why does it seem...so inviting~"

What? That song too...Arthur stepped up his pace and followed where the voice was coming from.

"Autumn in New York..."

He finally got close enough by passing a thick forest of red leafed trees, as he hid behind one, he heard another line.

"It spells the thrill of first nightings~"

He slightly turned his head to see who it was. Of course, who else would it be, Alfred was literally everywhere he went. Arthur took a minute to enjoy the song that the American was singing, it wasn't bad at all. His singing soon turned silent. The atmosphere was very concerning.

"Who's there?"

Shocked, Arthur opened his eyes.

"I may be blind but my hearing is rad!"

Arthur sighed and revealed himself.

"It's me, Alfred, calm down."

"Oh," Alfred felt bashful, "Hi, Arthur! What's up?"

"Well, I heard singing and followed it, and it happened to be you."

"Ah, you heard me! It's just that Frank Sinatra's songs are so cool, I can't help it!"

"That's quite all right Alfred, you're voice isn't half bad."

Alfred gazed at Arthur for a second and spoke up again. "Sit with me!"

"Huh?"

"Sit with me on the bench!"

Arthur hesitated but gave in and promptly sat next to him, accidentally a little too close...damn. His blush was creeping up again. After correcting his posture he turned to look at Alfred but he was already staring at him, the Brit could feel his warm breath. Arthur's blush burnt brightly. Soon Alfred backed his face away and put his finger on his lip.

"I wonder what you look like...but don't say anything! One day I'll find out by myself!" He said as he wore a faithful smile.

Arthur remained silent, unable to think of a reply to that comment. He felt Alfred's head on his shoulder, his whole face was red.

"A-Alfred!?"

"Chill dude, the bench is really hard, you're way softer. Now then,"

"Autumn in New York..."

"Why does it seem so inviting~"

Alfred stopped singing again, and begun to speak once more.

"Are you coming to my gallery? I think you might've got the leaflet huh?"

Arthur jumped.

"Indeed I am! I look forward to it."

"Good, I'm super glad!"

They both smiled and Alfred returned to singing, making the afternoon very peaceful.

[ A/N: Hi again, I hope you enjoyed this, I want to thank everybody who favorited, followed, and commented (or read this!). I felt so happy and I appreciate everything! Please feel free to comment if you have something to say! I already began writing the 3rd chapter! Sorry for slightly OOC Matthew..]