WARNING: this passage has cursing and an intense dose of BL/Yaoi. (reader's discretion is advised.)


Chapter 7: No Regrets

"Matthew! How on earth did I not know about this?"

"Not know what, Artie?" Alfred froze to the sound of Arthur screaming at him. He was scared to think that he lost his edge. Arthur still had his mouth wide opened, the spoon gripped between his fingers.

"How the bloody hell did I not know you cooked this well? It's like an exact replica of Alfred's!" Arthur repeated still shocked of the fact Matthew was a genius chef disguised as an elementary teacher. Although it wasn't all too surprising because the boy's brother is one of the top chefs of all time. Probably, genes would make fit the puzzle or a few lessons taught here and there.

"Uh…" Alfred stayed frozen but now scared of the fact he blew his cover of being a conserved boy who only loved cooking pancakes. "Well, I… um… got some lessons from big bro… yeah."

Arthur made an 'oh' face, nodded his head and took another lick of the sauce. "That's fantastic! I am so sorry I doubted you for the job! You are perfect! This will absolutely get us back on track!" Arthur paused and thought again. "What about your teaching career in St. James?"

"Oh, yeah. I found that I'm just losing my edge with the kids, so, it's fine if I come here instead." He lied. In truth, he was actually really good with kids and related to them very well. It was the teaching part that made it very unappealing. Arthur still was smiling as he left the kitchen, giving Alfred undying memories.

"Uh, Artie!" Alfred called out just as the door slowly shut. It opened again instantly with Arthur's body popping out. "Yes?"

"I'll… cook the meal."

Arthur widened his eyes and his smile faded. "Did… Alfred teach you that too?" Alfred shrugged with a small smile, awaiting for Arthur's answer. Arthur bit his lip and took a deep breath.

"I'll serve it"

"Might eat you up instead?"

Arthur blushed. "You know it." And he quickly left to serve the food.

"Artie!" Alfred called again. Arthur burst through the door, still rosy-cheeked. "W-What?"

"Well, can I have my spoon back?" And Arthur became redder then he ever did.


Alfred stretched his arms and let out a yawn that sounded like a crossover from a cow and sigh.

"How was your first day?" Arthur asked as he entered the large, silver RAM and reached his best to grab a hold of the handle to close the door. He turned to Alfred as the motor boomed as the vehicle started moving.

"First?" Alfred wondered and almost awaited for Arthur to correct himself when he looked over his situation again. "Oh, yeah. It was fine, I guess. I mean, work is work, right?" Arthur nodded and continued, "Well, I was quite impressed how you knew where everything was, just once being told." Alfred ran his fingers through his hair and pretended to look up to his rear view mirror.

"Oh, yeah, thanks. I have a pretty good memory, that's all." He recovered himself as he turned to the wide driveway of Arthur's home. Well, now his as well.

Alfred opened the door with his own key in hand and let Arthur's figure in first. He quickly climbed to his bedroom and slammed his fist to the pillow. "Shit!" He thought to himself, "I almost fucking blew my cover... first, the fucking small b-boy cooking uncovered..." He slammed his face into the covers. "Second, I almost blew my 'first' day by looking like superman, knowing every fucking thing..." He groaned like a dying cow. "Second, I cracked the code for telling Art that I wanted to kiss him to death... crap, I just hope he thought that 'Matthew' didn't actually mean that..."

He kept his face down in the pillow for a while, almost falling asleep. As his eyes nearly shut, a knocking resonated him awake. "Wha...?" Alfred answered tiredly. A soft accented voice came through a small opening crack, "A-Alfred?"

Alfred rapidly stood up, rubbed his eye with his palm and quickly let out a yawn. "Yeah? What is it?"

"Well, apology for asking your business but, are you alright? I heard a loud, uh, 'thump', should I say?"

"Oh, no! It's fine. I just... dropped my phone."

"Oh, alright. Sorry..." Alfred stared at the awkward Arthur, standing at the doorway and waited for something else, for the fact he was still here. Not by means of not liking his company but it's definitely unusual for the Brit to stay just to 'hang out'.

"Well, actually I was wondering about something..." He blushed as he finally spoke out, "W-What... did you mean by what you said... a-at the restaurant, earlier today?"

Alfred sat still, not knowing whether to laugh or get mad at the flashback. He just mentally slapped himself.

"WELL, I HAVE NO IDEA!"

"HAHA! OF COARSE! MAKES WONDERFUL SENSE!"

"LIKE I'D MEAN ANYTHING BY THAT, RIGHT?"

"YES, YOU'RE RIGHT! RIDICULOUS!"

"HAHAHAHA..."

"HAHA..."

Alfred had found himself speaking loudly out of awkwardness and Arthur followed not wanting to make any situation worse. It actually made things more so awkward when they had nothing else to yell with. In the end, Arthur slipped out of the room and went back to his study and Alfred laid back on his bed and physically slapped himself. "Shit"


The wind blew hard and he swore he saw a shadow of a branch fall down past his window. The rain beat the windows and rolled down like a waterfall. Alfred covered his head with an absorbing pillow but the noise still slithered through to reach his ears. Alfred whined and reluctantly took off the pillow hat and let his hair follow it through static. He looked up at the clock and squinted. he stuck his tongue out at the ticking machine then rummaged near his bedside looking for his spectacles. He placed them perfectly on the bridge of his nose and got out of bed, for lack of knowing what else to do in bed.

He walked down the dark hallway, yawning. A loud crash woke him awake. "That was definitely not lightning" He comprehended as he ran to the source of the sound and found himself towering above Arthur. "A-Arthur!" He embraced the shaking figure and tried to avoid the glass cutting his knees underneath him, his blood spreading with the warm tea. he rubbed Arthur's back and quietly shushed a lullaby as he picked him up and carried him to his master bed.

Alfred sat beside Arthur, and waited for him to shut those emerald eyes. He slowly slipped off the comfy bed and was headed to his own when he stopped his track to look back. His shirt was being tugged by shaking fingers. Arthur's face was once again stained with tears. "Al..." Alfred enlarged his eyes as he listened closely but was cut off by Arthur coming back to absolute consciousness. "Oh... I-I'm sorry, Matthew. Y-You can go back-"

"No."

Arthur looked up at Alfred's sky blue eyes, slightly surprised.

"I'll stay with you." Alfred smiled, kindly. Arthur wanted him by his side so much but, that would be wrong... wouldn't it?

"N-No, go ahead and-"

A loud crash of lightning interrupted him and he jumped wrapping himself inside Alfred, um, Matthew's surprisingly strong arms.

"Haha. See? I'm sure you want me to stay too, hm?"

Arthur just stood still but eventually nodded. Alfred slowly and carefully handling him, laid down on the bed and let his nose sink into Arthur's messy, chamomile-scented hair. In return Arthur deepened his face within Alfred's thin t-shirt. Arthur fell asleep, wrapped in the scent of vanilla that reminded him of his Alfred.

A quick hour passed as an American groggily opened his eyes to a still, dark midnight sky. He looked down a bit and found Arthur calmly sleeping. "How adorable can this British baby get? Artie, you're going to make this hard for me to keep my distance... of our faces, you know?" He thought, biting his bottom lip and staring at Arthur's angelic presence. "Just... one won't hurt nobody, right?" He argued his mind.

After a time passing of Alfred staring at Arthur and arguing the pros and cons of touching him, he made up his mind. He slipped out his left arm, for his other was already wrapped around Arthur, and caressed his beautiful face. No matter how big those brows were, he was gorgeous. He hesitated but came closer to Arthur's face.

Before he could have second thoughts of sanity, he found his lips softly placed on Arthur's.

What's worse was that he didn't regret it. At all.

Arthur's eyes opened gently as he wondered if heaven found him. He found Matthew stealing his lips. Arthur retreated slowly his eyes staring at Matthew in shock. More so because of the fact he hated himself for not regretting it.

He took the back of Alfred's neck with desperate fingers and kissed him back.

"This is bad. This is very bad. Alfred... I can't stop!" Arthur's inner voice clouded his mind as he let Matthew's tongue enter without hesitation.