December 2
Arthur's eyelids fluttered open revealing two emerald eyes. They gazed around the dimly lit room easily recognizing the familiar furniture. He let out a soft hum and settled back into the warmth around him. He was slowly slipping back into that blissful state of unconsciousness when a pair of soft lips met the skin of his cheek.
"'Morning Artie." A cheerful voice said behind him.
"Good morning." He managed to mumble back.
The arm around his waist pulled him closer to the American who rested his chin on the slim shoulder."What do you want to do today?" Alfred asked, "We could take it easy since you just came in yesterday go see a movie or something?"
Arthur let his eyes slip close. "Whatever you feel like. I'm up to most anything. I'm just a bit tired at the moment." The Brit answered back with words jumbled together.
"How about we go out and get some breakfast and we can decide there?" Alfred suggested. Arthur gave a small nod not really caring and America rambled on. "Get ready, Artie. We want to go get breakfast before noon." He walked over to the closet pulling clothes off of their hangers to wear while ranting something about I-Hop. Arthur would get up in a little while.
America walked downstairs, leaving his boyfriend to get ready in privacy. He slid open his phone seeing that another twenty calls had been added to his list of missed calls and another thirty on Arthur's. Geez, Arthur's boss sure was persistent. Listening and hearing no noise coming from his room he pressed the call button on Arthur's phone and held it up to his ear.
"Finally, we've been calling for hours! What the hell does America mean 'You're taking the rest of the month off'? You are not taking the rest of the month off! That damn American isn't keeping you from your work!"
Alfred had to pull the phone away from his ear slightly. "Hello, Mr. Prime Minister!" he chimed interrupting him as he was about to say more.
"America? Where's England?" The Prime Minister asked annoyance in his voice.
"He's sleeping but listen. England is going to spend the month of December with me and I'll give him back to you… eventually. Okay? 'Kay. Cool. Bye." And Alfred promptly hung up the phone.
He really couldn't care less about what the Prime Minister would say or do later on. America's boss had gotten used to it, Arthur's would have to too. No sooner than America hung up the return call from England's Prime Minister he heard footsteps coming down the steps. Alfred quickly deleted all of the missed calls from Arthur's phone and set it back onto the counter where it originally was and picked up his own.
"Ready to go?" Alfred smiled slipping the phone into his front pocket.
Arthur nodded. "Where are we going?" he asked pulling on a pair of shoes as Alfred pulled on his favorite bomber jacket.
"I-Hop." America answered simply grabbing his car keys from a hook by his jacket.
The car ride to the crowded restaurant was fairly short and filled with shouts from England about how America was going near eighty in a sixty mile per hour zone. They were seated at a window table when it was their turn and Arthur promptly hit Alfred over the head with the menu as soon as the waitress had her back turned.
"You bloody moron!" He hissed, "You could have killed us both with your reckless driving!"
The blue eyed man simply smiled. "But I didn't." he pointed out. "Besides that the way everyone drives."
"You are not everyone!" the sandy blonde argued.
"Technically, yes I am." England snorted, "Besides, what nation would die from a car crash?"
Britain growled, "You will if you don't stop driving like an idiot!"
"Do you two want a few extra minutes or would you like to order now?" the waitress asked interrupting their argument.
Alfred looked over at his boyfriend telling him that it was his choice. "We'll order now." He said looking down at the menu in his hands. "I'll have the double blueberry pancakes and a cup of tea, please." He ordered neatly folding up the menu and setting it down on the table.
"Breakfast sampler with the eggs over-easy, and can I get a coffee with that?"
She scribbled everything down quickly on her notepad. "Cream and sugar?" she asked.
"No thanks just black." He said handing her the two menus.
"Everything will be out shortly." She said and walked away.
It never failed to surprise Arthur how much the American could eat in a matter of minutes. His plate was clean before England had even finished half of his pancakes. He was sipping on his second cup of coffee patiently as England ate most of what was left of his pancakes. The plate was pushed away as a signal that he was full and Alfred was free to eat whatever was left. And he did in about two bites.
"Ready to go England?" he asked finishing his coffee.
The English speaking nation nodded and stood. Alfred paid at the front of the restaurant and led Arthur back to the car.
"How about we take it easy today?" Alfred suggested pulling the seatbelt over his chest and waist. "We could go to the art gallery or the museum."
Arthur thought over the options for a moment. "The art gallery sounds like it would be a good idea."
Alfred smiled. "Art gallery it is then."
Alfred really had no interest in the blue squares mixed with yellow circles and why it represented sadness or anger or happiness or some odd map of ancient cities long dead. He was much more interested in the way that Arthur's eyes sparkled as he went from painting to painting rambling about something or another that had to deal with the piece of art. America had always been a man of action not over thinking some circle. When he noticed a poster it seemed like a miracle for his bored self. He grabbed the Brit wrist pulling him away from some picture ignoring his protests and bringing him to the poster.
"Art class?" Arthur asked turning to his boyfriend.
"Starts in five minutes." Alfred informed.
Arthur crossed his arms over his chest. "If you were bored you could have told me."
"It'll be fun, Iggy. Just try it." America asked with a small begging tone.
A huff came from the English gentleman. He'd never been about to able to resist the face that the younger nation was currently wearing and with a roll of his eyes he crumbled. "We don't want to late then do we?"
America grinned happily and practically dragged his sweetheart across the building to the large room where a group of people began to sit on stools behind easels with clean white canvases sitting on top. A bell chimed outside three times signaling the change of the hour. As the last chime sounded through the streets a women walked into the room with her brown hair tied back in a loose ponytail. Her white apron was stained with paint.
As she talked America barely listened to the words she said. He moved the brush in his hand across the canvas mindlessly not trying to make anything in particular. America was much more interested in the looks of complete concentration that were being made by England who sat to his right. He moved the brush against the material in swift neat strokes. A hand reached up to hold the painting in place as he moved the brush more violently.
America smiled watching as he moved to brush some of his hair out of his face managing to smudge of the blue paint that had previously been on the incomplete painting onto his cheek. A laugh escaped the confines of his lips making Arthur look over at him.
"What?" the British man asked, "What are you staring at?"
Alfred only smiled. "Me?" Arthur asked a pink tint growing on his cheeks, "Why? Is there something wrong with my face?"
Alfred grabbed a white cloth hanging off of this easel and cupped Arthur's chin and pulled him closer. "Actually," he wiped the blue spot off, "just a bit of paint." He rubbed the spot with his thumb were the paint had been previously.
"Stop staring at me…" England frowned, his blush only growing.
America set a quick peck onto his cheek. "You're adorable you know that?" he flirted.
A small cute smiled on England's face made the American's heart flutter. "Let me finish this painting. We can go home afterwards and maybe spend some time together."
I don't nessecarily mean that by spending time together they go and have some "extreme cuddling" in bed. Maybe they play monopoly? Perhaps watch Indiana Jones which I'm watching now making it hard to write the fluff. Of course Sherlock Holmes was more difficult because of its epicness (not that Indian Jones isn't epic I'm just excited for the Holmes sequel coming out on the 16th).
Anyways I thought the paint smudge idea was adorable. Thanks for the idea Shamless Squeals. I hope it was how you imagined or at least close.
So ideas again? I have some things that I am putting in but I want your opinions too!
Next up will be Ice Skating!
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