Hey Peoples! Sorry I haven't updated in a while... :/
Warning: Contains Mild USUK
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His name might have been Arthur, and he might have lived longer than the average person. He wasn't admitting anything, though.
The tea he was drinking had gone cold, dregs just barely visible under a milky skin. Arthur stared, eyes glazed over at the person who might have been talking- Mathew, was his name? Maybe?- but his voice was too quiet to be heard, just a lullaby to the worn-out ears of the Brit.
Almost... The clock ticked on the wall, and next to him a blue-eyed American stared longingly at it. As much as he valued his brother's views, he was boring. And quiet. And boring. And-oh he was repeating his thoughts. Silly him.
Three seconds...two seconds...good enough!
And the room was a bustle of activity as everyone grabbed papers and laptops and notebooks and pens and left the room. He was on his way out, before realising that someone was still at the table. Head rested on his arms, Arthur had fallen asleep... Again.
A devious smile spread across his face and he crept up behind Arthur.
"ARTIE WAKE UP!" He yelled in his friends ear. Arthur jerked awake and promptly banged his head on the back of the chair.
"Oh bloody hell, Alfred! I told you not to do that!" He yelled, rubbing his head. Alfred tried to look innocent.
"I didn't do anything!" He protested, pushing his glasses up his nose.
"Sure you didn't," Arthur muttered, glancing around. They were the only people still in the room. Inwardly, he berated himself for falling asleep during the meeting. As much as he loved Mathew, his speeches were boring and he was really, really quiet. So quiet that Arthur had forgotten his name once for a week. He felt bad about it after, but what can a man (or more) do?
"Wanna get sumthin' to eat?" Alfred asks casually, a brilliant grin lighting his face in infectious happiness. Arthur shrugs; trying not to feel too joyful about this but he can't keep his lips from curving up slightly.
"Fine, you bloody American, so long as it's not fastfood," he grumbles as his companion swings an arm around his shoulders and pushes up his glasses.
And if Alfred opened the door for Arthur but bowed jokingly, and Arthur hit him on the head but slipped his fingers through his hair, no one noticed.
Or, no human saw them. The same cannot be said for Kiku and Elizabeta, two of their friends, who were hiding around a corner.
"Francis owes me now," Elizabeta smirked, "They're so totally in a relationship..."
