When Francis refused to say any more on the topic of Arthur's hate and unicorns Alfred resolved himself to find out from the source. The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland himself.

Alfred waited weeks to ask. He knew he couldn't just come up and say. "What does Francis mean you hate him because of something to do with unicorns?" Oh hell no. That would go over about as well as kicking a puppy at a PETA convention. He surely wouldn't survive the event that was for sure. So he laid in wait. He watched the two of them, Francis and Arthur, interact with one another. They bickered and fought and hated, as always. Made out and fucked and fell out of closets, as was normal. But nothing lead Alfred any closer as to what Francis meant by the Unicorn comment.

It wasn't until weeks later that Alfred found his chance to get his answers. It was after a world council meeting and Arthur was leaving the room rubbing his head in that way that meant he was headed to get a drink a little stiffer the his lovely tea. An arm around the waist and an award winning smile and Alfred convinced the Brit to let him tag along.

Waiting until they were a solid drink in and starting on their second America decided to try and finally press the matter. "Arthur?" He asked purring the name like it was pure sex as he leaned in closer and placed a hand on his upper thigh. "Can I ask you something?"

The brit wasn't faze. He rolled his eyes and sighed as if put out by Alfred's display. "Bloody hell Alfred. If you wanted to snog you could have just come out and said so. I don't need all the hullabaloo from you."

"Well no it's not that!" Alfred said quickly and Arthur raised a thick eyebrow at him as he sipped his gin. "Well ya it kinda is, you know I always want your body." He said with a grin making Arthur roll his eyes again and mutter that the American was spending too much time with France. "Actually it's about Francis."

That shut the Englishman up and made him scowl heavily. "What about the bastard?"

"Well-" Alfred started nuzzling Arthurs neck trying to distract him a little to lighten the blow of the question. He knew how uptght Arthur could be when it came to questions about Francis. "He and I were talking-"

"Fucking you mean?"

"Post-sex talking actually." Alfred pressed on unaffected though speaking quickly knowing if he didn't get it all out Arthur would leave before he was through. "and I asked him why you hated him so much and he said it had something to do with Unicorns?" Arthurs whole body went so extremely rigid that Alfred pulled back to look at him. "Arthur? Are you alright?"

"I have to go." Arthur stood pushing Alfred's hands away and fled from the bar before the American could say another word. But there was no denying the pure aguish Alfred saw on his face. Not the sappy why did you leave me drunken tears he normally got but pure raw pain. Something was going on here and he was going to find out what.

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