I have a problem, I can't stop writing this, it's like a drug. I have to say one thing though. "Flying Mint Bunny!"
I don't own anything, not even a flying mint bunny, oh well.
Alfred came home with a grocery bag of tea, and two bags of McDonalds. He listened to the rather silent household, he wondered if Arthur was packing the last of his things and preparing everything to leave. Sure Alfred wished they hadn't had sex for the first time on the last day of his stay; it would have been nice to have a whole day of just cuddling. Well, beggars can't be choosers, right?
Strolling towards the kitchen, he caught a glance of Arthur sitting on the coach in the living room. He wasn't doing much, just sitting there, in what appeared to be normal clothes, slightly too big for him, but normal none the less. Alfred smiled; okay so his lover wasn't really a complete whack job (even if he was he would still love him to no end).
"Hey, I got you tea." Alfred said popping his head in the opening causing Arthur to turn to him.
"I don't want any," Arthur said flatly, Alfred laughed.
"You, not want tea?" Alfred said walking over to the coach, placing the bag of tea in by the Englishman. "Iggy, you're like the King of tea." Arthur chocked on his breathing a bit, causing Alfred to look at him weird. "I got you a McMuffin too, I know you're not fond of MickyD's but you love it anyway."
Arthur glanced at Alfred like he was looking for something. He didn't seem to find anything, getting up and taking the smaller McDonalds' bag from the American. Alfred smiled, hopping over the back of the couch and plopping down there. To his surprise, Arthur didn't yell at him, he just sat back down.
"So did you pack up a bit?" Alfred asked after taking a large bite out of his hash brown.
"Why would I pack?" Arthur asked confused, before taking a rather shy bite of his own breakfast.
"You're leaving at one today, right? Not that I want to get rid of you or anything," the American said not wishing to get whacked on the head for being stupid.
"I've lived with you since the end of World War I," Arthur said quickly looking at Alfred with a serious look.
Alfred raised an eyebrow before taking a swig of his coffee he got as well. "Right~." Alfred said with a bit of a laugh.
Arthur suddenly leaned closer, far closer than he normally would when trying to make a point. "You must be tired, surely there is someway I can…serve you, Master." Alfred choked on his food, blue eyes wide as the Englishman continued to advance. His hands worked quickly with the button and zipper of his pants, and the strange haze was broken.
The American was quickly across the room, blushing like crazy. Okay, had having sex last night triggered this weird perspective of Arthur? Did he suddenly want to be in his pants all the time now? Not that having sex in a closet with a needy Englishman during a break was a thought that could make him die rather happy, it was just so sudden.
Nothing happened this sudden, no, not without something happening behind his back. Like a bet, Arthur had lots of them it seemed, especially with Gilbert. The Prussian would just look for things to bet with Arthur on, of course they were usually wasted but still, they held the bets through. So this had to be a bet, but not one Gilbert came up with.
"Did you lose a bet to Francis?" Alfred said zipping his pants. Arthur tilted his head cutely, but didn't say anything. "Don't deny it, you did, 'cause it ain't April."
"I haven't seen Francis in years." Arthur said. "At least not since I've been living with you." Arthur shifted a bit in his seat , his shirt topping over on of his thin shoulders. Alfred blushed, had they really been that into it last night? "You must be cold, Master, I would be happy to warm you up."
Shit! It was too late for that; it was like Arthur wanted to make him hard and needy. He really shouldn't want to do the other, but damn it was like Arthur knew everything he wanted to see. The older stood up, peeling of his shirt and the American bolted out of there.
Just a bet, just a bet, just a bet…yes, why else would he act like my sex slave.
Matthew was not expecting anyone to come knocking on his door, especially Arthur for all that mattered. Usually the man called and he didn't look like he was going to strangle something the moment he arrived. Even if he did call it was for some political business, he didn't exactly come by just so say hi and stay there for a while.
The Canadian let him in, offering to help him, only to find Arthur managed himself. They didn't exchange many words; like they had some silent way of understanding something was wrong. Matthew lead Arthur to the kitchen as started preparing tea. Matthew did not want the Englishman to start a war with anyone without thinking his temper through.
After placing the kettle on the stove, Matthew turned to find the Englishman with his head on the table, a slightly painful look on his face. Instantly, Matthew fished some aspirin out of the cabinet and placed it by Arthur's head. Alfred and him must have gone out drinking, and he had gotten wasted like always.
The kettle whistled and Matthew finished preparing the tea before pouring some in a cup and taking a seat. Arthur downed to pills and flopped his head back on the table.
"So what brings you here?" Matthew said trying for conversation.
"Alfred." Arthur snarled in disgust, "that git has completely lost it, so I left early."
"And came here?"
"Yes, he'll expect me to go home, and I don't feel like bloody talking to him." Arthur buried his face in his arms, blushing in the process slightly.
"What did he do that was so bad, eh?"
"He had a whole damn jerky attitude; acted liked I was suppose to do everything he says. The wanker!"
"I have a feeling you'll be staying here while," Matthew said, already knowing the answer would be a nod. "You can use the guest room." Matthew said patting his once-ruler on the shoulder and getting up to move his things.
America was a bit surprised to find his house empty when he got home. Okay, it wasn't empty, England had obviously ran off somewhere on the property to hide out for a few hours in this rebellious strike. It wasn't usual, okay lately it would have been if not for morning events. England had done it from time to time in the first decade he had come under his care.
The man had been stubborn and always believed he would make a come back. Or course when he had hidden, America had looked for him out of concern the man would do something stupid. However there were some times when England would run off and hide for a bit, but he always came back from some room or something.
Besides he didn't have anywhere to really run to, America owned everything close by. Hell if things continued, he would have the whole world under him, part of him. Sure there was a small patch of what was once Canada that France fought for when Canada crumbled over into no existence. England might try to go there, but America would know right away.
Of course till, England came back, America would have to pleasure himself, which peeved him a bit, but that was just another thing he could add to the list. Snorting to himself he flicked on the television, find it was on some news station. He left the channel on, strolling towards the kitchen for a drink.
Popping up the can he heard something about forces in Iran. He blinked, he remember the fact that they weren't in Iran…were they. No they had no reason too; they were working out statehood shit with each other. There was no reason for it to go violent; Iran knew she would be crushed like a bug if she dare tried anything.
Oh, well it was her death anyway. Still it confused him, maybe England would over him some insight, probably not, but it would be wonderful to see him try helplessly tied up. He adjust his glasses as the news switched to something of the local area, someone murders and blah, blah, blah. Nothing out of the ordinary.
The moment he locked the door, the phone rang, causing Alfred to jump and scramble for the phone. He didn't look at the caller ID, just picked it up to stop the damn ringing. "Hello~?"
"You are rather cheery today," A French voice chuckled slightly, "I do apologize, but your cheeriness was always somewhat contagious."
"Francis." Alfred hissed into the phone.
"What have I done to anger you so?" Francis asked, Alfred couldn't hear the smile in his voice. "It's rather rare of you to use my human name, America."
"What the hell, I use it all the time, Frenchie!" Alfred snapped, hearing the other choke. "Look, since you called and I have a feeling you're the cause of this, what was the bet you made with Arthur?"
"I have not seen your favorite little Englishman in years, much less had anytime to bet with him on things." Francis informed.
"Are you telling me he is pulling some prank?" Alfred asked, and the Frenchman laughed a bit before Alfred growled.
"I am merely surprised that is all." Francis said quickly, "now on to the reason I called. I simply wish to congratulate you one the statehood of Iran." Alfred choked on air. WHAT? The statehood of Iran! The statehood of Iran! "How many states is that now? Ah yes, that should be 141, no?"
No, Francis had to be on this as well, there was no way, Alfred would have known if there were other states…or countries that had become states. "Don't tell me you're in on this too." Alfred asked.
"What to you mean?"
Alfred hung up. This was not a bet; this was a flat out prank.
Okay so that another chapter down. A little bit of a look into the AU world, but very little.
Though I must say watching me do the math on this thing must be funny as well, seeing as how I can't seem to do it correctly. You have to add 91 to 50 if you want the right number of states. OH yeah, that's right! -fails in corner- Yup, I didn't count the states, just made them all one. I was thinking countries and forgot the extra step of states. Fail on an American. XD
Okay, yeah, Please RxR because I command you -is shot by Warehouse 13 agents- :D
