~My Favourite Song We Danced To~
Arthur woke up with a start when he felt a sudden weight on the bed. "What are-"
"A-arthur, I th-think I heard something..." Arthur rolled his eyes in the darkness Really? Oh, it's probably only three in the morning! This git..
"Probably my parents. They are across the hall, and you—"
"No! I mean, I-i..." Alfred's voice grew very quiet, "I think I heard a ghost..." If Arthur had free hands, he most definitely would have face-palmed.
"Alfred, really? I know you're childish, but that is ridiculous!" Alfred lifted his head up to look at Arthur, a pout on his face.
A soft thump came from down the hall, and Alfred yelped, clinging to Arthur even tighter. The Brit made a very unmanly squeak, proceeding to struggle in Alfred's iron grip. "A-alf-fred! I can't move! Let me go..!" He was met with a face nuzzling into his covers and the shake of a head. Arthur sighed, exasperated.
"Alfred. If you stop trying to crush me then I'll let you stay. However, if you do not, I will make you regret it." After a few seconds, the hold around Arthur loosened, but did not let up. He sighed, Git... I guess that'll have to do.. He blushed, then closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep...
It was later that day, and Arthur was sitting on Alfred's front porch, waiting for him. Apparently, Alfred had plans for that day. Well, something besides the waps's nest that that git had showed him, really shown him, with the wasps all mad about their space being invaded..
"Arrrttiiieee~" Arthur groaned at the tone the American used (he'd begun to give up on getting rid of that horrible nickname).
"What do you want, you insufferable git?" Alfred simply smiled in response.
"C'mon, I wanna show ya somethin'!" Arthur rolled his eyes.
"Really now? If it's anything like that bloody wasp's nest-!"
"It isn't I swear!" Alfred laughed, "But, that wasn't too bad, you didn't get stung! Anyways, let's go!" For the second time in 24 hours, Alfred intertwined their fingers, tugging Arthur up from his seat on the porch step. Arthur scowled and protested weakly, Alfred just smiling at him, dragging him down a worn foot path.
After about twenty minutes of hand tugging, bickering, and laughter (Alfred's) they came to a small clearing in the trees. Except that like all others in that forest there wasn't a cabin in the middle of it, no roads lead up to it. The lake was near it, and a swing hanging off a tree nearby as to look out at the lake.
Arthur store out at the lake for a moment. It was the type of view that would be stunning to watch during sunset. The lake was rather large from this angle, and the treetops across it could be seen. The water looked murkier here rather then dirty; there wasn't any of that gunk shit.
"Wow..." Arthur breathed. Alfred smiled at him.
"Isn't it cool?" Alfred smiled, and Arthur thought it looked like the sun...
No! Arthur shut his eyes and shook his head. What the Hell is wrong with you?
"Y-you don't like it? But you just said! UGH." Arthur quickly opened his eyes.
"N-no, I like it, I mean, uhm..." He took a moment to compose himself the best he could. "It's nice.."
Alfred grinned again, releasing Arthur's hand and running towards the swing. He jumped on it, his feet landing on the strong piece of wood that was the seat. Arthur just rolled his eyes and walked over, leaning against the tree.
"You are such a child."
Alfred stuck his tongue out and replied, "Least I'm not a woman."
"I AM NOT A WOMAN!" Arthur kicked the bottom of the swing, making Alfred fall and somehow got his arm tangled in the ropes holding the swing up.
"OW! Hey man, that wasn't cool!" Alfred said, trying to free his arm, rather unsuccessfully.
Arthur laughed at the boy's futile attempts, "Oh, can it." The Brit managed to get the swaying ropes, helping Alfred untangle his arm, still laughing quietly. The blue-eyed teen was looking at Arthur as his arm was freed, twisting it this way and that, checking for any damage.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Arthur said, making Alfred jump slightly.
"Oh, I was just thinking, that in this lighting, your eyebrows don't look that big! Ah, he-ow! Aaarrthuuurr~ that hurt!" Alfred rubbed his head where Arthur had hit him. "What was that for?"
"You're a git." Arthur leaned back against the tree, arms crossed and staring out across the lake. He jumped a little when a slightly tinny sounding guitar broke the short silence. "... How are you listening to Lifehouse here in the middle of nowhere?"
Alfred waved a small device around, "It's called an iPod Touch!"
Arthur rolled his eyes "I stand corrected, you are not just a child, but a spoiled one at that." Alfred made a whining sound; Arthur rolled his eyes at him.
"... I walked across an empty land; I knew the pathway like the back of my hand" Alfred started singing, making the Brit look at him. He actually doesn't have that bad of a singing voice.. Arthur smiled a little.
The American suddenly jumped up, grabbing Arthur and spinning him around. "Y-you git, what are you doing? Are you trying to make me fall?"
Alfred laughed, and kept singing "Oh! Simple thing where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on... So tell me when you're gonna let me in? I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin..."
Arthur gave in, letting the American make then twirl around in the small clearing as he sang still..
"I came across a fallen tree;
I felt the branches of it looking at me.
Is this the place, we use to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh! Simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on...
So tell me when you're gonna let me in?
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin...
And, If you have a minute why don't we go?
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything...
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?"
Alfred slowed the spinning and looked at Arthur, a sort of amusement in his eyes.
"Oh! Simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
So If you have a minute why don't we go;
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything.
So why don't we go,
So why don't we go?"
By now, Alfred had almost stopped 'dancing', but he still managed to hold Arthur close, making him blush. Alfred's eyes were closed, and his forehead was resting against Arthur's.
"This could be the end of everything.
So why don't we go,
Somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know...
Somewhere only we know..."
Alfred opened his eyes once more and smiled at Arthur, who only stared back. On a sheer desire, Alfred leaned forward, kissing Arthur gently. The Brit's eyes went wide, his whole face going red. Alfred pulled back a second later, pink dusting his cheeks, and apologies spilling out of his mouth. Arthur frowned and pulled him back in for another kiss, not knowing what he was thinking.
Once again, Alfred broke it, and smiled down at Arthur, the emotion in his eyes the same as the others.
Author's Notes: Uhm... Wow, this one is long. More than one thousand words..
The song used in this chapter is Lifehouse's version of Somewhere Only We Know.
I kind of ended this is a bad spot, huh? xD But I wasn't going to make it any longer. Also, I think the next few chapters will just be building up their relationship x3
I give cookies and cupcakes to reviewers! Reviews are love!
~Matzuki
