Alfred sat at the table staring at the clock very intently. He'd tap his finger on the wood and rapidly bounce his knee. The second have taunted him, he could've sworn it was getting slower each time.

C'mon, c'mon… he thought to himself. The hand that told how many seconds had passed flicked to the big 12, so did the minute hand, indicating it was five o' clock. "Yes!" Alfred exclaimed; jumping up from his seat. He ran to the couch and quickly jumped on it, sprawling himself across it. He looked around and grabbed a small book that Arthur had left out, he opened the book to a random page and pretended to read.

"Al? I'm home." Arthur called while waking in the door.

Alfred nonchalantly looked over the couch to see his fiancé. "Hey" he said and lie back down.

Arthur walked over and leaned over the couch to look at the book he was reading. "Were you waiting for me again?" he brushed some blond locks from the other's forehead.

"No, I've been reading, y'know 'cuz I actually do that kind of stuff 'cuz I'm super smart." Alfred looked up to Arthur.

"Oh? What book are you reading?" he sarcastically asked, even though he knew Alfred had no clue.

But Alfred did, it was Arthur's favorite. And what kind of hero didn't know his love's favorite book? "Cyrano de Bergerac." He said.

"Mmhm" Arthur said incredulously. "So you've been reading it this whole time?" he asked and Alfred nodded. "Then you don't mind me asking, what's it about?"

Dammit. He got him there. Think Al, think. He's told you about it a million times. Why'd you block it out?! "Well this guy, Cyrano… um… falls in love." He said, well more like asked. Arthur nodded, he wasn't caught yet. "And he… goes to war." Arthur nodded. "But a-a-a A DRAGON kills him." He exclaimed.

"A dragon? Ohh so close, love." Arthur said.

"Dammit!" Alfred cursed.

"You can try again in three months." Arthur moved around the sofa. Alfred sat up as his fiancé sat in his lap. A chaste kiss was exchanged like a special currency between the blonds. "Al, the thing about reading books," he took the book from Alfred's hand and flipped it the right way. "they tend to be easier to read if they're not upside down." Both laughed for a while. "How long were you waiting this time?" Arthur asked.

"15 minutes." Alfred said. Arthur raised one of his caterpillars, I mean eyebrows. "Okay okay, 'bout an hour." Alfred chuckled.

"Don't you have better things to do?" Arthur asked.

"Already did 'em" Alfred said.

"Friends to talk to?"

"Already called them."

"Seriously?"

"Well not a lot of people like me, I'm surprised you stayed as long as you have."

Arthur blushed a light pink. "You need better thing to occupy you time with." He said.

"Like what?" the American asked.

Arthur scanned his brain for activities. When he finally thought of one he left Alfred's lap. He came back with a notebook and a pen. He flipped to a clean paper and handed it to Alfred.

With an arched brow, Alfred took both items. "What the hell am I supposed to do with these?" he asked.

"I don't know. Take up writing or drawing or something to keep you occupied during the day." Arthur said.

Alfred looked at the notebook and put it on the couch along with the pen. "That's stupid." He said.

"No it's not." Arthur sat back in Alfred's lap. He moved the blond's arms around him then picked up both items and put them back into Alfred's hands. "Just find some inspiration."

"Inspiration?" He thought hard about it.

"Don't hurt yourself." Arthur joked.

"Shut uuup, I'm trying to get inspired." He thought about it some more. "Oh! I got it!" he uncapped the pen and turned the notebook on its side. "Sit up a bit." He told Arthur and brought the spiral behind the Brit's back. He wrote down lines and curves, two big curves, on the paper. Arthur peeked behind him until Alfred instructed childishly not to peek.

Once he finished he brought it to Arthur's attention. "There, whaddaya think?"

Arthur took the spiral and examined:

MR. ALFRED JONES-KIRKLAND

MR. ARTHUR JONES-KIRKLAND

In a big heart surrounding the two names. Under it was an X and a line with Alfred's sloppy signature upon the line. He signed it Alfred Jones. Next to it was another X and a line. Arthur looked to Alfred, who gestured the pen to him. Arthur smiled and took it, he signed on the line: 'Arthur Kirkland' in an elegant, readable script. He showed it to Alfred, and then took another look at it.

"I-is that supposed to be us?" he referred to the mochis on the page next to the huge heart. The one on the left had a top hat, a sour face, and scratchy lines for eyebrows so he knew it was him. The one on the right had a sort of cat mouth, unfinished glasses, and a cow lick so he knew it was Alfred. Between the two, a small heart, representing the love the one with the cowlick had for the other.

"Yeah, that's us." Alfred said. "And now that you signed it, it's a legal document that means you can't leave me and I can't leave you."

"Deal."Arthur said and gave the pen back to Alfred. The two would alternate between who had the pen while drawing small hearts all around the larger one. They soon went to playing tic-tac-toe, but instead of using Xs and Os they would use hearts.

"Haha, I win." Alfred said, drawing a line through three diagonal hearts.

"No, I was hearts." Arthur said looking behind his shoulder to Alfred.

"I was too, so it counts." Alfred said and mockingly laughed.

"Well if that's the way you want to play it." He drew a heart on the bottom right corner and drew a line diagonally through them. "I win."

"Hey, that's cheating."Alfred smiled.

"What? You used the heart I made in the middle to win, that's cheating." Arthur said.

"You gotta be kidding me. Heroes like me never cheat." Alfred said.

"Oh yeah? Well-" Arthur started

"Hey, it's the first day of summer for you, let's not spend it arguing over a tic-tac-toe game that wasn't really fair to begin with since we both used hearts." Alfred said.

Arthur looked to Alfred and smiled. He threw the notebook and pen across the room and started kissing the American.

"When's the last time we just sat here and made out?" Alfred asked.

"High school." Arthur replied.

"Then this is long overdue." Alfred said. They puckered their lips to each others in kisses. Alfred opened Arthur's mouth with his tongue, almost instantly gaining access. He scoured the Brit's mouth for the millionth time, each time he found was better than the last. He'd never been much of a tea drinker, but he loved the way it tasted in Arthur's mouth.

Though he was completely reluctant to, he had to leave Arthur and go to the hospital. He'd been there for the whole day and most of the night so far. He was counting down the seconds until he got to go home. Alfred had been asked by Rita to go get her coffee since he was going home soon and she was not. As he was going to the coffee shop downstairs, he passed a room with an old couple in it. The woman in the bed, sleeping Alfred presumed, the man watching her while holding her hand.

Alfred checked his watch to see it was way past visiting hours. He stepped inside to inform the elder. "Sir, visiting hours are over." He said.

"Sorry son, just watching her sleep was so peaceful." He said.

Alfred peeked out the door for any other doctors that would be passing by. When he saw none he closed the door and walked to the bed. "What's wrong with her?" he asked, taking the clip board from the end of the bed. He knew he shouldn't be checking the charts; it wasn't even close to his department.

"You're the one in scrubs, don't you know?" the old man said.

"Not my department, I'm in the newborns upstairs. Sent on a coffee run." He said as he read the chart; Myocardial Infarction while battling cancer for nearly 10 years. He could tell just by looking at her, she'd been through hell.

The old man saw the sad look on Alfred's face, "Told her she built up too much stress."

"She's your wife, huh?" the old man nodded. "She's very pretty for her age." Alfred said.

"You should've seen her in her hay day. She was a dancer, a damn good one too." He said.

"Really? That's so cool." Alfred pulled up a chair and sat down.

The old man told him stories of both of their lives, he was a marine who met her at a show a local theater put on for the marines. All their adventures together, when they got married, their kids, and their grandkids. Alfred was reminded of an old-fashioned romance movie. They must've talked for over an hour.

The old man finished laughing when he started a new topic. "So you said you worked upstairs with the newborns?"

"Yup, I deliver 'em." Alfred said. He sort of felt bad that he was wasting this man's time talking when he should've been looking after his wife.

"That's great, she would've loved to actually talk to a person who brought life in this world." He said.

"Uhm, wow, I never thought of it like that. I just like making people happy and that was the best way I could think of. Everybody's happiest when they hold their new born baby." Alfred shrugged.

"Are you happy, son?" he asked.

"What's that supposed to mean? I'm extremely happy, see?" he gave a big smile and pointed at it.

"Just 'cuz you got a smile on your face doesn't make you happy. And what I meant was do you have any children? You can see people be that happy, but until you actually held that little booger in your arms you have no idea." The elder said, smiling at his fast asleep wife.

"Well no, I don't have any kids and I don't think I'll be having them any time soon." Alfred said.

"Horses not runnin' so fast?"

"Whatever, my 'horses' are winning a different kind of race let's put it that way."

"Oh?" the old man raised his brows. "Then what's his name?"

"Artie."

"Artie?"

"Well, I call him Artie, his names Arthur. He's British, so he's got no taste in food and these big eyebrows." Alfred put three fingers on his eyebrows. The old man laughed. "We're getting married this August."

"That sounds like it'll be nice. Where is he right now?" he asked.

"At home, probably asleep." Alfred answered.

"And you're stuck here listening to an old man ranting about his dying wife?" He said.

"No, sh-she's not dying… is she?" Alfred asked, concerned.

"I'm sad about it too. Trust me, I want her to stay more than anything, but she knows." The old man looked at his wife. With a tear filled eye, he kissed the back of her hand.

"No, she's not going to die, that's not fair to you." Alfred protested.

"I'll be alright, if she wants to, she can." He said, a monotone ring filled the quiet room. She was no longer just sleeping.

"Not if I've got something to do with it." Alfred opened the door, "Nurse!" he called out, instantly three nurses filled the room.

"Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to step back." The nurse said to the old man and moved him out of the way. Alfred saw the old couple's hands being separated. The old man stepped towards Alfred.

"You shouldn't have done that. It's not what she wanted." He told the American.

"But… but." Alfred watched the nurses make unresponsive attempts at reviving the woman. The flat line sound from the monitor was the loudest thing in the room and couldn't be avoided.

"Be a sport and walk me to my car, son." The old man said. Alfred stood watching for a second later then walked with the old man. He'd seen stillborns and mothers that died from child birth complications, but he'd never seen an old woman die.

"Here we are, thank you." The old man opened the car door.

"No problem, sorry for you loss." Alfred said.

"Son't worry about it. Hey that guy of yours, Archie?"

"Artie."

"Yeah him, go home to him, spend all the time you can with him okay?" he started the engine.

"You got it." Alfred said, and waived him off.

Once the old man drove out of the parking garage, Alfred ran back to get inside. I forgot about Rita's coffee!

Out of breath, but still holding two cups of coffee, he ran up to the nurses' station. "Here… ya go." He huffed.

"It's about time, what took you so long?" Rita asked, obviously swamped with paper work.

"Just talking to an old friend. Hey, what time was I supposed to clock out?" Alfred asked.

"More than an hour ago, why?" Rita took a drink from her coffee cup.

" 'Cuz I got someone waiting at home for me." He said then sped off.

Alfred ran up to his apartment door and unlocked it. He softly called out Arthur's name while removing his shoes. He walked into their bedroom, upon his arrival he saw Arthur under the covers facing away from him. He smiled and, moving towards the bed, he removed his shirt and placed his glasses on the side table. He gently climbed into the bed and wrapped his arms around Arthur.

Arthur inhaled sharply, waking up with Alfred's arms around him. "Al?" he hazily asked.

"Hey, beautiful." Alfred whispered into Arthur's ear.

"Beautiful?" Arthur gave a breath that sounded like a soft laugh. He moved his face to Alfred's and caressed his cheek with his fingers. "I tried waiting up for you, guess I just fell asleep."

"Nah, you don't need to wait up for me, especially since I get home so late." Alfred said.

Arthur sniffed the other blonde's skin. "You smell like coffee." He said

"I needed some for the drive home, it is that bad?" Alfred asked.

Arthur took in the smell, "Smells good." He said.

Alfred ran the pad of his thumb down the Brit's chest and stomach. He'd gotten down to almost Arthur's hip when he realized there were no bottoms. "Artie… are you naked?"

"Um well… like I said, I waited up for you until I fell asleep." Said the Briton, Alfred chuckled. Arthur shifted around and put his arms around Alfred's neck. "I'm awake now, though. If you want we could…" Arthur yawned.

Alfred smiled contently. "It's okay, you're tired, maybe tomorrow night." He said.

"Alright." Arthur leaned to a kiss from Alfred. "Hand me my pants would you, love?"

Alfred assumed he meant underwear, so he reached for the boxers on the floor and handed them to Arthur. "Night Artie." He said, snuggling up closer to the already as close as you can get blond.

"Goodnight, Al." he said after he got on bottoms and brushed Alfred's hair out of the way. He kissed the American's forehead.

Hello! The chapter's over and now for the Author's Note and Author's begging for reviews/ favorites lol! It really does mean a lot to me when people favorite, follow, and review the story. Especially reviews telling me to keep writing, for a total stranger I've never met before to like my story that much to say things like that is an awesome feeling.

Shout out to FluffyAngst333 (you know who you are XD) for all of our PMs.

Question: If you could give the countries a specific animal to be what would you choose?

My Answers:

Italy: Cat

Germany: Lion

Japan: Bird

China: White Tiger

Russia: Panda (that's not a RoChu reference I just think of him like a panda, but I do like RoChu too)

France: Rabbit (Hump like Rabbits XD)

England: Unicorn lol

America: Golden Retriever

BTW I'm so freaking pissed that America didn't pass the third round of Anime America's Top 32 Sexy Men of Anime this year! Fuck you Izaya! You and your super smexy ass!