Day 2

Alfred was still giggling to himself as he walked into the hotel room. Damn, that English dude was funny. Alfred didn't really think the prank was the harmful. He should be over it by the next day. Besides, his wonderful prank had not only entertained him, it had given him an excuse to hang out with the cute British man all day. Alfred wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he thought Arthur was adorable. He flushed as he slipped his pajamas on and slid into bed. He fell asleep quickly and didn't even think about the fact that Arthur hadn't come in the room by the time he had gone to bed. No, Arthur was out. Shopping.

He had finally figured out the miraculous plan to use against the Alfred. He had to go get the supplies for it, but it would all be worth it. He put the concoction together and set everything in the right place. Alfred was in for a surprise the next morning.

Alfred opened his eyes to the blur of a hotel room around him. He put his glasses on and looked to his left to see Arthur in the bed next to him, and smiled. So he climbed out of bed and got in the shower, ready for the day ahead of him. He really wanted to look good today, so he could impress Arthur. He didn't exactly feel bad about last night, but he thought he should probably make it up to the smaller man. He scrubbed his hair with the new shampoo he had bought for the trip, which smelled amazing. He wanted to leave it in even longer so it would smell amazing. He got out of the shower, shaved, and went to brush his teeth. He put his tooth brush into his mouth, but then instantly threw it back out. It was covered in vinegar. He washed his mouth out but just couldn't get the awful taste out. It must have been Arthur. He gave a laugh at the pathetic prank. He was going to tell Arthur that his prank was weak, but noticed that he wasn't in bed anymore. So he opened the door leading out into the hallway, when- SPLAT! A bucket of some strange, green, mushy liquid fell on his head. Next, he was blinded by a camera flash. He cleared the muck out of his eyes, and was greeted by a smiling Arthur. "Well, well well. You look so good with all that green covering you. I must say Alfred, you shouldn't have started with me. After all, revenge IS a fickle bitch." Alfred let out a plethora of swear words. Mixed with all of Arthur's laughing, they were creating quite a ruckus. Matthew and Francis burst out of their room next door, having been woken up by the two men. "What the hell is going on out here?" Francis looked angry when he first stepped out but then began his booming laugh at the sight of Alfred. "Let me guess, Arthur got his revenge?" Matthew buried his face in his hands, Francis and Arthur laughed, and Alfred shook his head furiously. He stormed back into his room. He knew he deserved the prank, but he was still pissed that he got outsmarted at his own game.

He jumped in the shower, again, and scrubbed for what seemed like hours at his skin. As much as he did though, the green stained him. He looked like a big vegetable. It was no use. He got out of the shower,and looked for a towel. But he just couldn't find one in the bathroom. He called out for Arthur but got no response. He called again, and then determined that Arthur must have gone to breakfast with Matthew and Francis. He opened the door, shivering at the cold air against his wet and naked body. He searched the room for towels but there just weren't any in the room. He decided to check the bathroom once more to make sure he hadn't just missed them. Little did he know, while he was in the room looking for towels, Arthur had returned for a shower, and was currently in the bathroom.

So Alfred opened the bathroom door and-SLAM!

He collided right there with Arthur, who was also nude. They twisted to the floor in an awkward, naked heap. Both men yelled out, and scrambled to untangle themselves from the other. Alfred all but ran from the bathroom, while Arthur yelped as he slammed the door. Alfred forgot about the towels completely, and got dressed. He rushed away from the resort and went out.

Needless to say, the two avoided each other for the remainder of the day.

Day 3

Arthur awoke before Alfred did. He had gone to bed pretty early the night before, and Alfred stayed out later than he probably should have. He didn't get back to the resort until much later. Arthur arose from his bed, and went into the bathroom. This time, he locked the door before he showered. When he finished up, he exited the bathroom to find Alfred getting ready. "Look, I think we should speak about what happened last ni-" "Don't worry about it. So what are we doing today?" Arthur blinked at the larger man. "What are we doing today? How humorous. You see, I called the marker company. They said it takes from 2-4 days for this to come off," He gestured to his face. "I'm not going anywhere looking like this." Alfred shook his head. "Uh-uh. I look like vegetable from your crazy-skin-staining-muck. But I'm still going out. Look, we both look ridiculous. Why does it matter? It's not like we'll ever see any of these people again. Who cares what they think?" Arthur held his hands up. "I understand what you're saying, but I have class. I'm not the type to go out and make a fool of myself just because no one will remember it."

"Well, if it's any consolation at all, you're still adorable, even with your face covered in marker." Alfred walked over to Arthur and tugged on his legs. "Come on, let's go have fun! We didn't come out here to sit in a hotel room all day. What, you don't want to hang out with me? Why? I am so goodlooking. And charming. Some would say perfect, and I would say they're correct. Let's go!"

"Fine. But not because I'm interested in you. Because I would like to get my money's worth on this trip."

The two men returned late that night, and Arthur was more than drunk. Alfred was sober, and obviously the designated driver for the night. He had practically carry Arthur back into the lodge and up to their room.

"You know, I alw- hiccup- always found blue eyes incredibly sexy!" Arthur slurred and smiled at Alfred. "I think you're sexy." "I'm sure ya do, Arthur. Now, I think it's time for you to go to bed and get some rest." Alfred led Arthur to his bed and tried to guide him into it, but Arthur pulled him down with him. He pushed Alfred on his back and straddled him. Alfred could smell and taste the alcohol as Arthur planted kisses on him. He could barely get a word in.

"A-Arthu-Arthur!" Alfred pushed him back. "I don't think we should do this...you're drunk."

"I haven't had sex in almost a year. And I doubt you have either. Why shouldn't people like us get to have a little fun?" He tried to resume getting in Alfred's pants, but Alfred wouldn't have it. "It's our last night here...I want you. Let's do it." Arthur thought Alfred was just playing hard to get. If they were both sober, Alfred may have considered it. But he felt that if he did this now he'd be taking advantage of Arthur, who was just about to kiss Alfred again, but he turned his head. "No."

Arthur backed off. He got off of Alfred and stood up. He had almost fallen, but regained his balance, and flopped himself in the other bed. "Fine." Alfred sighed. "Come on, Arthur I-"

"Goodnight." Arthur was clearly upset. He felt like he wasn't wanted, at all, and the alcohol wasn't helping his emotions either. Alfred buried his hands in his face, and laid back. The silence and the awkardness went hand and hand as they filled the room.

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