31) FLOWERS
Arthur was in his study- certainly NOT sulking- after another G8 meeting. Today's had been worse than usual; he's had to sit next to Francis, of all people, throughout the entire eight hour meeting, Ludwig had forgotten about their lunch break until it was nearly over and Alfred- that idiot- had spilled almost his entire mug of coffee all over Arthur's new sweater vest.
There was a timid knock at the door, interrupting Arthur in his not-sulking.
'Go away…' he moaned to himself, as if his visitor could hear him.
There was another 'tap-tap' and Arthur sighed as he stood.
"Perhaps it's Matthew," he said aloud as he walked to the door. The Canadian was the only country that Arthur wasn't feeling the sudden, violent urge to murder at the moment.
However; when he opened the door, he found Alfred on his stoop, holding a bouquet of Gerbera daisies.
"Er, I uh…noticed you looked kinda pissed after the meeting," the American started sheepishly, "And I, uh, wanted to…a-apologize for today.."
Arthur stared at his former colony for a moment before chuckling and opening the door wider.
"Well, come in. No doubt you're hungry, and those need to be put in water."
32) NIGHT
On cold, rainy nights they lay next to each other, neither one talking. Nights like those were painful, and they each remembered other rainy nights- nights spent in muddy trenches, surrounded by the smell of death and decay and the pain as their soldiers died, the other nights when they had stood on opposite sides of a battlefield, fighting a bitter fight.
Because agonizing together was better than agonizing alone.
33) EXPECTATIONS
He'd expected him, to fall, to fail. He'd expected Alfred to come crawling back to him, begging to be taken back, willing to do anything Arthur wanted so long as he was forgiven.
He hadn't expected him to ever succeed, to become the superpower that he was. He hadn't expected Alfred, who had been a boy not two hundred years ago, to save him.
"Arthur? Arthur, are you there?"
When had his hands gotten so large?
"Arthur?!"
When had his voice gotten so grown-up?
"Arthur!"
"A-Alfred…"
"Y-yeah? You're alive?"
"Mmhm…I- I think I…I think I did a good job…with you…"
34) STARS
Long ago, he'd seen them as something untouchable, unattainable. And then Ivan and Alfred had had their space race, and he knew that it wouldn't be long.
35) HOLD MY HAND
"I wanna hold your HAAAANND!!"
"Alfred, stop stealing my music, ya bloody bastard!"
36) PRECIOUS TRESURE
That stage in his existence may have passed, but Arthur could spot a quality gem a mile away, and Alfred was one of them.
37) EYES
"Your eyes…"
Blue eyes staring into green.
'Hey, England, I will choose liberty after all.'
"As we said our goodbyes…"
'I'm no longer your child or your baby brother. I'm independent.'
"Can't get them out of my mind…"
'Acknowledge it!'
"And I find I can't hide…"
'I guess there's no point in firing, is there?"
"From your eyes- the ones that took me by surprise…"
'You used to be…so big.'
"Where there's moonlight, I see your eyes…"
38) ABANDONED
Sometimes, they visit each other with hopes of planning a way to make the world better. Then one of them will make an accidentally seductive gesture or remark, and all business-like pretenses are abandoned.
39) DREAMS
There are still times when Alfred wakes with a shout, drenched in a cold sweat. Somehow, Arthur always knows, and he's at the American's bedside within minutes- regardless of prior arrangements or obligations.
40) RATED
"UWAH! This movie is too scary!"
"Alfred, you dolt, it's rated PG13!"
A/N: Ah, thank you all so much for the reviews! They really make my day! As soon as I finish these 100, I'm going to start on Ivan's, so any themes would be much appreciated!
