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Chapter 6

Alfred woke up at 8 the next day, prepared himself to the fullest, and headed straight to his garage to pull out his Chevy truck. He had been thinking all night about what Arthur should wear and what other props he would need in his painting and even lured himself to sleep thinking of Arthur's eyes.

Today, he settled on buying the Brit those requirements in the local supermarket located near the exclusive pub and he was sure that his new friend wouldn't mind the little set up.

"And oh, which would go better with green?" Alfred help up the two scarves and asked the saleslady who merely stared at him in confusion.

"Well, erm, the tan scarf would simply make the color green outstand so I guess that's more better than the red one."

The American nodded with a large grin and he quickly shove the item inside the basket, and headed towards the trench coats. He randomly picked a navy blue one, Arthur's size, and tossed it in. One could simply say that this blond was not into shopping as he picked out random stuffs, examining it within a millisecond before taking it.

He was about to go and pay for the objects but his eyes caught something glittering from the far corner. Without a double thought, he decided to approach the said thing.

"It's really rare nowadays," Another worker told him as he ran his fingers on the marble like cover, a smile slowly forming on his lips. "Can I open it?" The bespectacled blond asked.

The worker nodded and gestured for him to do so and he took the chance right away. He slowly lifted the cover and he twisted the key a couple of times, making the male dancer twirl with the soft melody. It reminded him so much of Arthur he decided to purchase the music box too.

"Maybe I could give it to him once the job's done." He told himself but he paused when his heart suddenly ached. What then after the deal's done? Would they still be friends? Would Arthur still dedicate a dance to him and look at him with fiery green eyes? Would Alfred still pass by that street?

He shook the thoughts off his head and he mentally told himself that he should better focus on the present and not on the future. With a new beam, he marched towards the cashier and paid the items.

"You're just in time, " Alfred spoke as he held up his cup of coffee to his lips and blew the steam off. "Very punctual of you, Mr. England."

The Brit puffed his cheeks and sat across him with a scowl glued to his face, a duffle bag to his right. "And so are you, I thought you would have been late, Mr. America."

The two exchanged a glance and soon, a smile crept towards their lips.

"You know, I like that nickname…" Arthur suddenly stated which caused the American to chuckle in delight. The blue eyed man sipped contentedly from his drink and after that, spoke in an equal tone. "Glad you like it."

Silence overtook them and they both averted their eyes away from each other. Alfred could feel his face slowly burning and he stole a glance from Arthur's direction, grinning for the small Brit was also blushing up to the tips of his ears. "So, England-"

"Arthur,"

The painter quirked a brow up. Didn't he say he liked the nickname? "Well, uh, Arthur… you wanted to order something?"

"It's 'Do you want to order something,' not that. Proper English, please."

The American puffed his cheeks and rolled his cerulean eyes at him. "Whatever, just tell me your answer, bruh."

The corner of the Englishman's eye ticked in irritation but he decided to let the Yank pass. "I have eaten already, I don't want to order something."

With a small nod, Alfred rose up from his seat and Arthur mirrored his action. "I guess we have to go to my house now." He stated and the Brit softly bobbed his head. They sauntered outside and Alfred paused in front of his vehicle and fished out his keys from his cave-like pocket.

"You own that truck?" Arthur suddenly gasped when his eyes landed on the red Chevy that was parked just outside the lot.

The American nodded and led him to the other side, opening the door as if Arthur was some kind of a lady but the dancer didn't mind one bit. He was too amazed to notice the gesture. "You must have been very rich to afford that."

"Not that rich, Artie."

"I prefer England,"

"Make up your mind, dude." Alfred laughed as he slammed the door close, he then ran to the driver's side. "You're really confusing to me, you know?"

"How is that, twat?"

Alfred shrugged and pushed his key in, starting the engine. "I don't know, one minute you like something and then the next thing I know, you hate it. You're not bipolar, are you?"

Arthur's face turned scarlet and he fumbled with the strap of his bag. "I-idiot! Of course, I am not!" He spat at the other.

Alfred smiled to himself as he concentrated on the road ahead of them. "You know what?"

"What?"

"If I were gay, I'd fall in love with you."

If Arthur was the one driving at that time, Alfred was 100 percent certain that they would crash against the post. Luckily, the Brit was just sitting and not doing the wheel but that does not mean he didn't react violently. He jumped from his seat, hit his head against the roof, and started ranting in English Alfred didn't even understand. He quickly regretted his decision about telling Arthur that.

"Do you know how improper was that?!" He exclaimed as he rubbed the sore spot on the top of his head. "That was just very… blunt!"

Alfred sucked quite an air and grumbled his reply. "Well, I'm not gay, okay? I just said that because yeah…"

Arthur's face quickly paled and he shifted awkwardly from his seat. "Y-you're not?"

The American sighed once again and threw him a short look. "I am." He admitted quietly and waited for Arthur to scream stop or jump off of his truck but neither of that happened. What he heard next nearly made them both crash.

"I am too…"

There are only two things that Alfred could use to describe right now, awkward and silent. Mix the two and you'll get 'Awkward Silence'. He bit his lower lip and he forced himself on the road but his body betrayed him, stealing a glance or two from the dancer.

"What a bloody confession," Arthur suddenly stated and Alfred was scared that the guy might back off the deal. "I've never been really that open to my sexuality."

Alfred was, least to say, happy that the guy decided to tell him. "Oh, wow."

A small laugh escaped the Brit's pink lips and Alfred stared at him in a short moment before taking his eyes back ahead of them. Maybe… just maybe he would court the guy once they deeply know each other.

"How did you know you were like that anyway?" Arthur asked, his eyes trained on Alfred's face and the one driving the truck coughed awkwardly.

"Well, there's this guy in my class when I was in middle school, I think he's Russian or something… he kissed me, full on the lips." Alfred paused as he grimaced at the memory.

"Was he the one who made you realize you were gay?"

"No!" Alfred snapped immediately. "God, no, just no. He did it and I was raging in fury that I beat him up to a pulp."

"Alfred!"

"Shush now, I beat him up and I went home that day very pissed, I painted a shotgun aiming at a scarf owned by a certain someone. Then, I asked Google what should I do if someone with same gender kissed me and the results turned my life upside down."

Arthur nodded to let the guy know that he's on ears.

"I found this one website on the search results, I think it was… gay porn or something."

"God, that is so straightforward Alfred!" Arthur laughed once again and a smile made its way up to Alfred's features. "But continue, please."

"So yeah, I clicked that shit and let's just say that a new queer had been welcomed to the gay society."

Arthur burst out laughing and he absentmindedly clutched his own stomach. Man, he didn't know that Alfred could be that funny. He truly enjoyed that part of him.

"You are hilarious, you know?" He commented later as he wiped a stray tear away from his eyes.

Alfred was still dumbfounded by the other's outburst but he sent him a grin however. He didn't really expect to make this man laugh… nor even smile. "Thank you, England."

Arthur beamed as he slowly bowed his head down. "No problem, America."