Alfred was on the roof staring at the sky. He loved Arthur but didn't want to admit it. It was unrequited love and he knew it. Arthur already said he was straight. He loved him too much to try and change anything about him.
Suddenly, the door to the roof slammed opened and Alfred turned around. Arthur was standing there breathing heavily. When he finally calmed down, Arthur looked up. He looked as if he'd been crying. He still looked beautiful.
"What's wrong, Arthur? Is it Russia? I swear if he's done so much as lay a finger…"
"It's not Russia, Alfred, so calm yourself. It's you."
"I made you cry? What did I do? I'll fix it in any way I can."
"You better not fix it. I'll kill you if you do."
Alfred looked extremely confused. "Huh?"
"You are so dense." Arthur said as he walked towards him and stood so they were almost nose-to-nose. "And I love you." And Arthur closed the distance between them. It was a very sloppy kiss. Not at all like the ones in Hollywood but that didn't matter to Alfred. Arthur, his unrequited love was kissing him. He kissed back with no hesitations and just as much rigor but it still surprised him.
Arthur pulled back blushing madly.
"You're still feverish."
"No I'm not."
"Yeah, let's go back inside." He said as he carried Arthur princess-style down the stairs.
"WHOA! ALFRED YOU ARSE! PUT ME DOWN BEFORE WE-"
"We're not gonna fall geez. Take a chill-pill Elizabeth!"
"I will not take a- AND WHO DID YOU CALL ELIZABETH?"
"You of course! I'm Mr. Darcy." Alfred said smiling.
"Completely inaccurate. Mr. Darcy confessed first and Elizabeth rejected him."
"You did reject me. I asked if you were gay and you said 'no definitely not'" Alfred said with his worst British accent.
"You're actually counting that?"
"Of course!"
When they got back to the room. Alfred put Arthur down and they entered their room.
The first thing Arthur did was take out the dividing line in the middle of the room.
"It's our room and I don't want to keep you away."
Alfred smiled. He loved Arthur so much and just couldn't stop smiling.
"I would've stepped over the line anyways so I can cuddle with my boyfriend."
Arthur blushed at the fact that he was called 'Alfred's boyfriend'. He turned and quickly kissed him. They sat down on the couch they had and boy did Alfred cuddle.
Later after they had kissed goodnight and went to bed, Arthur heard a rustling noise as Alfred stood up and walked somewhere. He assumed the bathroom but was immediately proven wrong as he heard rustling of his sheets.
"Alfred." Arthur said. "What. Are. You. Doing."
"Ima cuddling with my boyfriend, what else?"
"There's not enough room on my bed Alfred!" Arthur hissed.
"Yes there is." Alfred argued as he pulled Arthur close. "See? There's plenty of room!"
Arthur blushed and sputtered nonsense for a moment before muttering "You're impossible."
"No… I'm the hero!"
"Whatever you say." Arthur said cuddling closer despite his argument.
France was in his dorm with his binoculars and as he saw them cuddling in Arthur's bed he smiled. He knew all along this would happen eventually.
"Hah. Told you Angleterre."
"Did you say something, Francis?" Mathew said peering from the kitchen.
"Hm? Oh… nothing at all. But I do believe that there is another pair of lovers in the school.
"Who?"
"It's the anglais-haut-parleurs (that means English-speakers) that we knew would get together." France said with a wink towards the Canadian who just blushed and nodded.
Arthur wasn't paying attention to anyone who might be spying. He was more focused on the warmth and happiness that radiated from his heart. And he liked that feeling: that feeling of loving someone and receiving the exact same thing in return.
