Ch.7 Misunderstandings
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(A/N): Hello everyone! I hope you're in the mood for some reading cuz I just updated this chapter :) but I think the e-mail gave it away
I had fun writing this chapter. It was fun (repetitive much?) Forgive my crazyness, mondays always make me alittle tipsy XD
Well, so that you don't have to put up with me anymore, please enjoy the chapter
Arthur tightened his grip around Alfred's neck, deepening the kiss. Alfred's eyes widened and he pushed the Brit away. He placed his hands on Arthur's shoulders to steady him. "Arthur, this isn't right. You're drunk…Plus you're with Francis-"
"I am NOT with that bloody frog!" Arthur yelled before leaning in for another kiss. Alfred stopped him.
"You're not?" he asked incredulously. "But I thought –"
"Well you thought wrong bloody git! Now go over to that bed and take off your shirt," Arthur slurred, pointing over to his bed.
A light blush spread across Alfred's face. "No Artie. It's still not right. You're drunk. And hero's never take advantage of people when they're drunk."
Arthur sighed in exasperation. "You're not a bloody hero Alfred. And you're not taking advantage of me if I'm telling you to do it!"
"I am too a hero. I just totally saved you from having sex with Francis!" he exclaimed. 'At least someone was willing to' Arthur thought bitterly. "And it's just the booze talking Artie. Watch, tomorrow you're gonna feel all silly because you wanted to have sex..with..me.." Alfred trailed off. Arthur wanted to have sex.. Arthur wanted to have sex with him.. Arthur was not with Francis and wanted to have sex... No! He couldn't! He was a hero and hero's never had sex with people who were drunk unless they were drunk too!
But it was Arthur… Arthur who was not with Francis...
He looked over at the Brit who now looked defeated. Did – did Arthur really want to have sex with him?
"I'm going to bed." That answered that question. Arthur angrily stomped towards his bed, not even bothering to take off any of his clothing (including shoes) and threw the blanket over himself in a huff. Alfred looked on with sad eyes, then something came over him and he marched over to Arthur's bed and pulled the blanket off of him. "Wh-what the bloody hell?"
Beeping on Arthur's side annoyed him to no end. Finally, deciding to awaken and silence the incessant beeping of his alarm clock he turned over to see that Alfred was missing from his bed. "Where the bloody fuck?' Then he looked at the time. "Oh." Alfred was at one of his classes. He should be at his morning class by now too, but the ringing in his ears and his massive headache kept him in bed. Why did he have to get drunk the night before a big lecture? He didn't even remember...
Grudgingly getting up, he made his way over to the bathroom to shower. Looking at himself in the mirror and taking off his shirt, he noticed something different…something that wasn't there the day before. Little purple bruises lined the crook of his neck and his collar bone and his chest and his shoulder. What the fuck happened last night? He got drunk, got molested by that damn frog 'Fucking frog' , then Alfred had taken him back to the dorm and then they -
Holy Crap!
He had tried to have sex with Alfred! And they almost did too! Thank god he fell asleep while Alfred was giving him lots and lots of love bites. Love bites that now hurt like hell. The shower didn't help all that much. Sure, the warm water had soothed the pain of the bruises but he still couldn't help but think…he had tried to get Alfred to have sex with him. Sex for God's sake! S-sure he liked the obnoxious American, but sex? How hard would he have to hit his head against the tile to knock himself out?
No, he couldn't think about inflicting self-harm. He needed something to drink, something that would calm him down. Perhaps some chamomile? Yes, that would work. He could calm down and maybe take a little nap. Rinsing the soap off of his body, Arthur heard something on the other side of the door. Probably Alfred skipping out on his classes. He shut off the water just as he heard a door slam shut. Yup, it was definitely Alfred.
Sighing, Arthur stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, drying his hair before wrapping it around his waist. "Ohmigod Artie!" someone yelled. Arthur turned around and saw Alfred, face red and back against the wall. Arthur's face grew just as red, maybe even redder.
"Wh-what the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" he yelled embarrassed.
"Sorry Artie!" Alfred cried. He turned around and left the bathroom in a hurry. 'Damn that was hot' Alfred thought, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his heart raced. He should skip class more often, but now wasn't the time to think about that. He needed to get out of the room before Arthur came out and murdered him!
Walking slowly out of the bathroom, Arthur looked around to see that Alfred wasn't there. He sighed in relief and got dressed quickly. He exited the room and saw Alfred sitting on the couch, game controller in his hands and lots of zombies getting their brains blown out on the television. Choosing to ignore him (neither of them probably not wanting to talk to each other anyway) and made his way to the kitchen to start preparing his tea.
They were out of tea.
HOW THE BLOODY FUCK WERE THEY OUT OF TEA? ..Alfred! "Alfred you fucking git! What the bloody hell happened to my tea?"
"Huh?" Alfred said, not taking his eyes off the zombie horde on the TV. "Oh, Kiku came over and asked for some, so I gave him all the girly sounding ones."
"What happened to the rest of it?" Arthur asked. Smoke was practically coming out of his ears. He didn't mind that Alfred let Kiku have some, Kiku actually appreciated his taste in tea and they often had fun talking about ones they found exceptionally good, what he did mind, was that not all of his tea had girly names!
"Oh, I wanted to see what was so good about that stuff so I tried some but I wasn't really sure so I ended up using all of it. It wasn't even that good anyway."
"Bloody fucking-" within seconds, Arthur's hands were around Alfred's neck and he shook the American along with strangling him
"A-Artie…I can't…I'm sorry…I'll buy more…"
"Is that a promise?"
"Y-yes!" Arthur let go and walked to the door, grabbing a jacket. Alfred coughed a couple of times then looked up at Arthur. "Wh-what are you doing Artie?"
"You said you would buy more, so let's go," he said, opening the door.
"What's the rush Artie?" Alfred whined. "Can't I finish my game?"
"Do you want me to strangle you again?" Arthur threatened.
"N-no! Coming!"
Arthur sat sipping his tea in the quaint little café that Alfred had taken him to while said American looked blankly out the window, chin resting on his palm and Arthur couldn't help but stare. He couldn't help but be slightly nervous either. If you looked on from anywhere in the café, it would look like the two were on a date. Arthur knew that for a fact because he could see the strange looks people were giving them. How could Alfred be so calm?
"So," Alfred said. "You and Francis are not going out?"
Arthur was taken alittle off guard by the question. Didn't he tell him this last night? "That's right. I can't believe you ever thought we were together," he said disgusted.
"I don't know, you guys just seem…"
"We don't seem anything. He's been bugging me since we were children! Bloody frog." Arthur's mind raced with memories of Francis and him as children. A shudder of horror shot up his spine.
"So you've known each other since you were kids?"
"Unfortunately," Arthur said with a sigh.
"Hmm." Alfred took a sip of his coffee and silence engulfed the table. Alfred was such an idiot. How could he think that he and Francis were together? How could anyone just automatically assume that two people are toge – oh… Didn't Arthur think that Alfred and Ivan were together? Not really…but it was in the back of his mind…
"Um, A-Alfred," Arthur said nervously. They cleared up one misunderstanding…maybe they could clear up another.
"Hmm?" Alfred said, looking up from his drink.
"Y-you and Ivan –"
Alfred let out an exasperated sigh. "Look, Artie…I know that Ivan says all that stuff and scares the shit out of people and makes it seem like we are unofficial or whatever," 'and he's off. God, his mouth is like a motor sometimes.' "…but we are NOT together! I swear it's nothing like that! You gotta believe me Artie!" Alfred cried, slamming his hands onto the table and standing up.
Arthur's eyes widened 'What the hell?' "Calm down idiot!" he yelled, also slamming his hands on the table and standing up. "What is your bloody problem? It's not a big deal!"
"Uh, right. S-sorry Artie," he said, eyes softening and slowly sitting back down. "I-it's just…I really didn't want you to find that out," he said softly.
Arthur took a breath and sat down as well. "Why not? It was bound to happen. Have you met Ivan? I'm actually glad I found out! I wouldn't want to get on that guy's bad side by falling for someone he likes."
"O-oh," Alfred said softly. Again with that sad expression! Arthur was still skeptical that he was capable of such an emotion. "What if the guy he liked didn't like him back? What if he liked someone else?"
"Huh? Like who?" Now Arthur was interested. Alittle bit of hope tugged at his heart. Was it possible that Alfred like him back?
Alfred's face grew red and he placed his hands on his lap. "Like –"
"Привет Alfred, Arthur," Ivan said with a smile.
(A/N): Cockblock! Oh Ivan, interrupting at just the right time, tsk tsk. And Alfred and Arthur are so cute. I just had to put that shower seen in XD I love it when something like that happens (it's the monday madness!)
Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed.
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