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"You 'maybe kind of' like me? Or you like me?"
Baby blue stared into emerald as the two men sat silently in the kitchen. Alfred cleared his throat before fixing their plates and sitting down beside Arthur. How could he explain his feelings without sounding like some obsessed schoolboy? Or a stalker, which was Arthur's term.
"Dude, don't make this any harder than it already is!" The American groaned out.
Arthur tilted his head, "I'm only trying to understand what you're saying, Alfred."
The taller blonde gulped. Here goes nothing, "Alright, I dunno if it was from bein' drunk or what, but I've liked you since we met. That's the reason why I followed you home and kind of lied about..my boss not p-paying for a h-hotel..."
Arthur stared at Alfred silently for a while. If he heard right, Alfred had just admit to lieing about his reasons for being here. Sure, Arthur wouldn't accept the proposal of love right off, but it was better than lieing! And he wouldn't have turned him down if he'd already walked all the way there with Arthur!
"You limey git!" He stood up, "How dare you lie to me!"
"Well, it's not like I coulda came out and told you! You were bein' a total douche, man!"
"Because our first meeting was of you being a drunk bastard! Why would I be nice to you after that?! It just showed how rude you can be!"
Alfred glared, "I'm not rude! I've fixed almost everything in this damn house because you don't have time to do it your damn self! I've cooked for you cuz you have zero talent in it and like hell if I'm eatin' your slop for another day and I've also done laundry a few times!"
"Who the bloody hell cares about the laundry?! It was all your clothing anyway!" Arthur yelled out, "And don't you dare insult my cooking! It's quite fine the way it is!"
"Yeah, if you call radioactive ash a meal!"
"You are so self-centered, you think the world revolves around you and you're the bloody best at everything! So the fuck what you can cook and do housework?! Good for you, buddy! But none of that makes up for lieing to me! I've told you before how much I hate lieing!" Arthur hissed out.
As the flustered Brit in front of him kept rambling, Alfred realized how stupid this fight had really become. The points they both brought up that they thought made sense, really made none what so ever. All of this was just pointless and it was probably Arthur's way of avoiding the subject. If Alfred remembered right, the man wasn't very successful in love.
Silently he stood up, Arthur stopping mid-sentence at the movement. The American moved to stand in front of the shorter, staring into his eyes again. He placed his hand on Arthur's hip, causing the man to tense a bit, but he didn't move. Alfred bent down and kissed Arthur's lips softly, smiling into the kiss when Arthur's eyes slid closed. The taller pulled the other man closer to him, wrapping his arms around his waist as Arthur's made their way around Alfred's neck. God, he'd dreamed of this...
Arthur pulled away first, and shot a glare up at the man holding him, "Kiss me like that again and I'm arresting you."
The day had gone silently for the most part. After the fight and the kiss, neither of the two said a word to each other. It almost made Alfred regret ever saying anything to begin with. If he had known this would be the outcome, he would have rather just stayed friends.
He looked over at the Brit who was reading in his char. Because of the sprained ankle from last night's fence hopping after wrong-doers, Arthur was given a few days rest before going back to work. Though, he'd probably go back tomorrow anyway...
"Look," Alfred finally spoke up, "I'm sorry alright? I didn't think you'd take it that way. It's just-"
"Alfred, stop. It's not you, it's me. I'm not use to people telling me things like...that. Alright? Stop apologizing all the time."
Said American sighed. Would their relationship ever be more than what it was now? In movies, once the man who was deeply in love with the girl expressed his feelings, they got married, had kids, and lived happily ever after. Why didn't it work? It worked for everyone else. Did Alfred do it wrong?
"Alfred?"
"Yeah, dude..?"
"How in the world could you fall for someone like me?"
Odd question. But, he'd have to answer it. He'd feel like an asshat if he didn't.
"I dunno. You were just really cute in that officer's uniform that night. It just kinda happened, man," He shrugged.
Arthur blushed a bit, but kept hs gaze steady, looking over Alfred. He had to admit, the American sure knew how to wear a business suit...
"I see."
"But, boy, your attitude kinda threw me off. I mean, you were nicer to me than Francis, but still," Alfred laughed.
"That's because I've had to deal with him before. He pisses me off to no end and he always gets drunk on my night shifts."
The American groaned a bit. So, Francis was a threat, was he? "Does he now? Huh. Well, I thought your attitude was sexy, anyhow."
They sat in a comfortable silence for a while. Neither of the two men made any movements. The only sound was from the TV that Alfred had turned on once he had settled on the couch. Arthur was lightly playing with a page in the book he was reading, thinking to himself. The two stayed like that for some time before Arthur spoke up.
"I can't go to the States with you, Alfred."
"Why not?"
"My job is here. This is my home. I wouldn't ask you to leave the States for me."
He had a point. That does seem kind of mean to ask of someone. Especially in such short notice. Alfred sighed.
"I could get a job transfer. You know?" Alfred beamed, "Not like my family would miss me and my brother lived in another country anyway!"
"Alfred..."
"C'mon, we've already lived with each other for almost two weeks! It'd be fine!"
"Please listen to me," Arthur pleaded, "I can't let you do that. You're wanting a raise, not a transfer. You can't skip town anyhow if you've got any debts."
That was true too. Dammit, why did Alfred have to go back home at the end of the week? He was hoping to at least have the Brit accompany him!
"What if I pay off everything? Then I get the transfer? Could we try then?" Alfred almost begged.
The Brit sighed but smiled at the man sitting on the couch in front of him, "Fine."
Okay! I've updated it! Hopefully no one has lost interest. Because I know exactly how to finish this one! Anyway, hope you enjoyed and you know how much I love my reviewers!
Love, ShuChan
