Daydreaming
Everything about the American was absolutely stunning.
But his eyes, oh his eyes, has to be the best thing about Alfred.
Sure, the Brit loved his sandy blonde hair and slightly tan skin.
He loved how even the simplest of statements from Alfred could make his knees buckle underneath him.
He loved how the American caressed him, and how every touch from Alfred made his senses blur and his skin tingle.
He loved how Alfred understood him, and how he knew exactly what the Brit was feeling.
He loved that when Alfred said "I love you", he didn't need to hear Arthur say it back to him, because he knows hoe flustered that statement makes Arthur.
But, oh his eyes.
His glistening, understanding, bright blue eyes.
The Brit could stare forever into those gorgeous eyes.
"Arthur, you're staring."
Arthur blinked in surprise, as he realized he had been staring.
He quickly looked away from the smirking American.
"…S-sorry.
Well shit.
Yes.
I love this. xD