Yolo.
A/N: I wasn't exactly planning to continue…but I kinda felt like it needed just a bit more. Plus, I like happy endings, yeh know? As awesome as angst is, I need fluff to make things go along. So, here's Al's side of the story. And now this story is completely finished~ hope you enjoy!
I let out a whoop of success when I finally got home. Operation 'Get Artie to Notice Me' was again a huge success. I even got him to join me in my shenanigans!
It wasn't anything too bad, I just started a paper football match across the table while Germany had his back turned. And I even had France in on it, which in turn got Artie involved too! It was awesome! For shizz dog~
Anyway, I still needed to move on to step two…or think of how to get it started as that was the reason for operation…uhhh…GAMN?
Scratch that. Step two is totally to come up with a better name. But that can wait. What is it that France always says? Love is most important? Yeah. Something cheesy like that.
But I got admit, this plan has been going pretty smooth. Me an' Artie get along great! I mean, when we aren't arguing.
Which was a lot.
Shit.
No it's cool! I'm the hero of this story and there's no way I could fail! I just have to figure out what to do.
Which wis still pretty damn hard to figure out. Damn
I mean, sometimes when we'd argue, Artie seems to be enjoying it. But other times he'd be legitimately mad. I've gotten better at bantering back and forth, but I still mess and he'd get royally pissed. Not that his angry face was uncute or anything…I just really like it when he lets go and laughs.
I decided that I'll just be a hero and make a forward approach. I'll make a surprise visit before the next world summit meeting. He'd totally never know and I'll be able to sweep him off his feet.
Hey, I know what you're thinking. Just 'cause I'm a hero and act like a doofus, doesn't mean I can't be romantic. I just choose to not read the mood around anyone but Artie.
It doesn't matter. I just need to plan this right. Since the next meeting isn't for another week, I've got plenty of time. Now…what would he like?
It took several days of lurking on the Internet and remembering everything from my childhood and little moments of banter between the two of use to think of the perfect gifts. A dozen red roses and fluffy green unicorn: I even managed to get one that matches his eyes!
I know I know, it's crazily cliché. But still I think he'll like it. He seems like the type, ya know?
So, I made my way down to his place, 'cause this meeting was being held in London for once and gently knocked on his door.
It cracked open a bit.
What? That's pretty surprising 'cause I thought Artie was a lot more like me and was careful about security and stuffs, right? Ain't that something he'd do? Well I'll just talk to him about it later.
I let myself in and found him napping on the couch with an unfinished bit of needlework on his lap. He was holding something tight, but I couldn't see what it was. I said his name quietly and tried to wake him, but he mumbled something that sounded a lot like my name, crinkled his nose a little, hugged the toy closer to him and smiled.
I know I must've turned a little red, but I smelled something familiar in the air. What was it? Was that…oh god, is that I what I think it is? A quick glance to the side and I caught sight of the familiar white paper bag with golden arches and red details.
Mickey-D's.
I picked it up and started laughing, not even bothering to be quiet anymore. I felt bad 'cause he looked so sweet sleeping like that, but I couldn't help myself. Artie was startled awake as he dropped the embroidery and whatever he was holding. He stared at me in shock and was that…embarrassment? I leaned over to pick up the items he dropped and looked confusedly towards him when he tried to push me away. Looking down at the soft plush (that had a slight scent of fast food) and blinked.
Was that—was that ME?!
I turned as red as Artie was at this point and looked up to stare into his eyes. Huh, that must mean he totally doesn't hate me.
Right?
The way Artie kept staring back, slightly defiant, but still incredibly embarrassed as he scrambled to come up with some sort of an excuse told me I had to be right. I could still be wrong of course, but there was only a .00000341% chance that I was wrong. And seriously, I figured out the numbers when it comes to figuring Artie out. What can I say? English ain't my strong point. Plus it totally proves that everything can be turned into something scientific!
Oh fuck it. You only live once, right? True I'm a country and that totally doesn't apply, but let's just…uh…seize the day or something like that.
So I picked up the stuffed version of myself, pushed it back into his hands and pressed my lips to his.
YOLO.
