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"So, Artie…why are you doing this again?"

"Don't call me 'Artie', and I'm just doing this to be nice, can't I be nice?"

In reality, Arthur was only helping Alfred tie get rid of him. He overly loathed the demonic American. So, in order to get him to leave, Arthur would help trap Gilbert. They had started to come up with some sort-of plan, but could come up with nothing. Seeing as though they didn't know where he was.

"So I think Gilbert would be somewhere…with attractive people… and beer. Where would that be?" Alfred looked at the angel in question.

"I don't bloody know?! Why are you asking me!?"

"Well don't you live here?"

"Well…yes. I do live here."

"So let's just go, man!" Alfred said as he grabbed Arthur's arm and began to pull him towards the door. Arthur pulled away at the last second, though, this caused a very confused Alfred to come tumbling down into the floor…face-first.

After a few seconds of shock, Arthur noticed that Alfred was knocked out from the fall. Then, with a some-what loud snicker, Arthur crept over to Alfred and poked his head. This was just to make sure though.

"That's what you get, you bloody American," Arthur mumbled the last bit under his breath as he stood over the new unconscious Alfred.

"I could get rid of him now…if I wanted…" Then Arthurs smile faltered as he looked at Alfred's sleeping face.

"Or I could look for a book," Arthur said as he shuffled over to the bookshelves. He scrolled the titles, but he could find anything that would help in the position he was in.

"All Around Sheep? No. Guide to Cooking? No. I'll never need that. How to Maintain your Eyebrows? No! An American Guide to Love?! Why the?! WHY!?"

Arthur immediately threw said book onto the ground. And some of the books, he just didn't know why.

"Why do I even have that?!"

After that glorious find, Arthur continued to search for that perfect book. Or at least what he thought could help. In actuality, he didn't know what he was looking for. Was it a book of curses? Or a book on demons? He just didn't know…

"The Rise and fall of Britain. No. How to Become an Italian. No. What are Cowlicks for?"Arthur secretly was dying to know why Alfred had that weird cowlick. He put the book back on the shelf and vowed to return to it. He gave a weird smirk, and for some strange reason, he was really happy he had found that book. He looked back at Alfred, who was sleeping peacefully, and smiled.

"Stop it Arthur!" He said to himself, "Don't go falling for this idiot."

-Time skip, brought to you by that one piano key on Austria's piano—

After continuous try's to find that perfect book, Arthur was ready to give up. This search had been going on for a few hours and it was quite obvious that Arthur wasn't going to find his book.

With a sigh of frustration, Arthur returned to the still unconscious Alfred.

Arthur began as he bent down, and started to stroke Alfred's hair

He continued to stroke Alfred's hair, as he let a small laugh escape his lips. He couldn't believe what he was about to do. He bent down and his lips brushed against Alfred's. His breathing mingled with Alfred's, asleep, breath. He slowly kissed Alfred and then returned to stoke his hair. Though, Arthur didn't know why…why did he just kiss him!?

"Oh, Alfred," Arthur began, "Why did you find me of all people?"

"Because," Alfred stated as he began to stir, Arthur quickly stumbled backwards, "I know that you're my angel."

Arthur, of course, started to blush like a blushy crazed person… (Or like me, if you know me)

"What is it angel?" Alfred stood up and smiled at Arthur.

"Y-Y-you…W-What?"

"Let me ask you something…do you love me?"

"Ummm…Do I have to answer?"

"I guess not…" Alfred gave a frown, and then sighed. He then stood behind Arthur and gave a soft cry.

I actually ran into a writers block! sorry!