Fraternity or Love

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own the characters! Just this story! And sorry for any OOC

First Date

Setting(s): Alfred's House, School, Ice Rink, Little Italy

"Soooo... What do you plan on doing this weekend?... Me?... Well... I don't know... Oh? I'll find out... Yeah... I wish my mom was like yours... I can't tell her..."

Matthieu whispered into his phone. It was early in the morning and, even though Alfred was awake, their mom, who's room is just across the hall, was sleeping in, she had this Friday off. Alfred smiled at Matt as he talked to Gilbert. Even if Gilbert was a narcissist, he was a good guy for Matthieu!

Alfred sighed and thought of his own boyfriend, Arthur. They had been going out for about two months, it was March now. Alfred smiled, knowing that Arthur would be sleeping over tonight. He loved the weekends ever since Arthur got off Fridays and Saturdays! They could spend two days together and just... Be like a couple!

Alfred smiled, snuggling into the pillows... Matthieu's pillows! He was lying down on his bed, waiting for Matt to finish up with Gilbert so they could head out for the bus stop. Matt sat by Alfred's feet, talking to him. Alfred just watched him as he blushed,

"Well... Maybe?... A-a date?"

Alfred cocked his head to the side, mouthing to his brother,

"Date?"

Matthieu nods at him, talking to Gilbert,

"But-... Well... I know, I know... but, no one other than the GSA knows... And what if my mother finds out? I don't know what she would say about... Our relationship... I know, I know..."

Matthieu looks to the clock and gasps, saying to Gilbert,

"Oh! I have to go! I can't be late for the bus!..."

With a soft smile, Matthieu closes his eyes and says back to Gilbert,

"I love you, too. See you later, Gil..."

Then, hanging up, he grabs his bag and looks to Alfred, asking,

"Ready?"

Alfred laughs and follows him. When they get downstairs and out the door, Alfred grins at his brother, saying sweetly,

"You know... It's kinda cute that you said that..."

Matt, oblivious, asks,

"Said what?"

Alfred chuckles,

"You know!"

Coming to a stop at the corner, Matt looks at him, an eye brow arched,

"Actually, I don't..."

Alfred shakes his head, that silly grin still upon his face,

"That you said 'I love you' to him... It's kind of cute."

Matthieu blushes deeply and says quietly,

"It just feels natural now... We've said that for a few months now... But, you know... Actually, never mind..."

Alfred decides to actually not push him for once, but, instead, asks,

"So, you're going on a date? Where?"

Matt shakes his head,

"Probably not... I'm just going to go over his house... However... Maybe you and Arthur should go on a date? I mean, it's been a while since you two started dating and... Well, have you even been on a date with him?"

Alfred feels nervous as he answers,

"No, actually... Maybe... You know what! I'm going to ask him out on a date later!"

Matt smiled and pointed out that the bus was coming. So, hurrying on, the two brothers took their respectful seats next to their boyfriends. Gilbert hugged onto Matt tightly, saying a good morning to Alfred as he sat a few seats in front of them next to Arthur.

Alfred leaned in and pecked him on the cheek lightly and successfully avoided drawing attention to either of them. Arthur though, when he was sure that no one would see his movement, wrapped his arm around Alfred's waist, pressing his shoulder against his.

Alfred and Arthur spoke quietly, saying little comments that any other couple would probably say. And, as it progressed, Arthur began to call them similar to 'Sweet nothings'. Alfred liked the way he put it, continuing to whisper into his ear.

They reached the school not too long later. Alfred and Arthur hurried off the bus and tried to get to the lunch room, only for the bell to ring about half way there. So, back tracking to first period, they walked in, Alfred's stomach growling.

The day commenced, and, at lunch, Alfred finally got his food. Arthur sat across from him, constantly looking at the doors behind them. Alfred, cheeseburger in mouth, asked,

"What's up, Iggy?"

Though, it sounded more like,

"Maaffoaaps, mmigy?"

Arthur raised an eyebrow at him, not even going to attempt to translate that. So, swallowing his food, Alfred reiterated,

"Ahhh... I said, 'What's up, Iggy?'"

Arthur nods and, resting his chin in his hand, he says,

"Oh, just the new activity for gym is bugging me..."

Alfred chuckles and, taking a sip of his Pepsi, he shrugs,

"Well, if you're like me and have no idea how to ice skate, then it's understandable."

Arthur nods and replies,

"Well, it's been a few years and I don't know if I remember how-"

Then, taking his chin from his hand he looks at Alfred and says,

"You can't skate?"

Alfred nods, saying calmly,

"Yeah... Matt knows how to, he plays hockey, but... I never had a chance to learn..."

Arthur nods,

"So... You'd be a... What did he call it? A 'board hugger?'..."

Alfred laughs,

"Hell yeah! It'll take me a while to even get away..."

Arthur smiles and pats Alfred's shoulder,

"I'll teach you, don't worry. When you can stand up straight on the ice, I'll hold your hand and skate around with you."

Alfred smiles, taking Arthur's hand from his shoulder and into his own, saying quietly, because he knows Arthur doesn't like to 'broadcast',

"But, I want to hold your hand now."

Arthur blushes and Alfred gestures for him to come closer. So, when he does, Alfred goes over to his ear and blows into it, saying,

"I don't want to wait to hold your hand."

Alfred then kisses his ear, sending a violent shiver down Arthur's spine. He pulls away and says, loud enough for only them to hear,

"Not in public!"

Alfred smiles and, suddenly remembering, says to Arthur,

"Okay... But, well... We've been going out for a while now and... I noticed that we've... Never been on a date..."

Arthur's eyes widen slightly, his blush deepening. He looks to his hands, folded on the table, Alfred continues,

"It's... Maybe, after school, we could catch a bus to NYC or somewhere? And... You know... Go on a date?"

Arthur smiles for a moment, looking up to Alfred,

"You know, you are never this shy... You must really want to..."

Alfred nods enthusiastically, leaning closer to Arthur. So, tilting his his head against his boyfriend's, Arthur nods,

"Maybe... Just-"

The bell suddenly rang, scaring the two out of their skins. Gathering their stuff and hurrying out the back door to the ice rink that wasn't far from their school, they entered the slightly colder atmosphere. Even though it was March, the rink was still much colder!

Arthur and Alfred sat through the teacher's rules, bored immediately. And, once he finished, they went into the back room, along with the other twenty students, to find some ice skates their size. Alfred walks out with Hockey skates, size 13(You are supposed to choose a size two more than your normal if you use Hockey skates). Arthur follows out with Figure Skates, the blade on the bottom being much thinner, but it has a rough part on the top for a quicker stop.

Sitting down at the table, they pull off their shoes and slip on the skates. And, as Arthur is pulling his on, Alfred catches a glimpse of the size. Chuckling, Alfred jabs Arthur lightly in the side with his left skate, saying with a smirk,

"You know, they say that the size of your feet can tell someone your own size."

Arthur, trying to ignore him now, continues to put on his skate. However, Alfred also said to him, only for him to hear,

"Wow, in comparison, you'd be pretty lucky to have me."

Arthur hit Alfred, drawing some attention from their follow ice skaters. Continuing to tie his ice skates, Alfred decided that he should too. Arthur, obviously finished first, stood up and beginning to walk towards the door that led to the huge rink room. But, before he could, Alfred called out for him to stay.

Arthur came back over and, hands in jacket pockets, waited for his boyfriend to finish. Alfred, skates on, stood up, wobbling. Alfred held onto Arthur's shoulder as they made their way to the rink. Arthur pulled away from Alfred to go up the step then to the ice, skating away. And he said he didn't know if he could anymore! Pah!

Alfred held onto the gate and stepped on cautiously. And, making his way onto the actual ice, he clung to the wall, making his way to the area where the announcers for hockey would be. It was an open area and he would be able to grip onto it better. Plus, if he made it that far, that would be great!

So, when Alfred got there, Arthur, who had been circling the rink, came over to him and rested his elbows on the half way. He looked at Alfred, smiling,

"Congratulations, size 11 shoe."

Alfred laughed his signature laugh and stood upright, trying to balance. Arthur smiled and skated around him, just watching as Alfred tried to copy him and the other skaters. Alfred, feeling cocky, tried to skate away to the middle of the rink; Though, halfway there, he fell backwards and yelped. Arthur was there immediately to help him back up.

Arthur smiled and held his hand, skating him back to the wall. Alfred though, didn't let of of his hand and asked,

"If you don't let go of me, can we try to go all around?"

Arthur, shocked by his statement at first, nodded and proceeded in skating with him. Arthur and Alfred had only made it around once before the teacher told everyone it was time to get off.

Arthur and Alfred, hurrying to get their skates off, rushed out of the rink and to the bus. Climbing on and being the first two on, Alfred smirked and kissed Arthur's cheek. Blushing, Arthur asked,

"So... About our date?"

Alfred smiled and rested his head on his shoulder for a moment, saying,

"Let's go out for lunch... Like... To Little Italy!"

Arthur sighed, nodding and patting Alfred's head, occasionally twiddling with the one part of his hair that stood up despite all attempts to flatten it. Then, as Arthur saw someone coming onto the bus, he pushed Alfred up and off of his shoulder.

So, the ride home was uneventful... And, when Alfred and Arthur got off at their stop and walked back to Alfred's house, they dropped off their backpacks and Arthur sat down on the couch as Alfred called up his mom to tell her has was going to be out for a bit.

Alfred talked to her and, getting annoyed, told her that it was just going to be him and Arthur, that they were going to Little Italy to get some lunch, that both he and Arthur had their cell phones(Even though he actually didn't know if Arthur even had one), that he'll use his own money, and that, no matter what, they would be back before seven, at the latest!

So, after settling that, Alfred ran up to his room, took out some of the allowance he had been saving up for God knows how long, and ran back down to take Arthur to the public bus stop.

They live only about nine miles from NYC, living in a section of Brooklyn called Woodhaven. So, being so close, it would not take that long to get there. And, for the second time that day, Arthur and Alfred see a bus pull up to them. Getting on and putting in their dollar, twenty-five, they took some seats in the back. Luckily, no one they knew was on this bus. Maybe because it was still not so long after school no one would be going out yet? Oh well, it didn't matter to them!

About twenty or so minutes later, they reached Little Italy and walked around the section of New York City. Alfred took Arthur's hand as they walked and, even though no one they knew was anywhere in sight, Arthur protested as to not making a public display.

Ten more minutes of blind walking around the Italian neighborhood, they found a fancy yet still inexpensive restaurant. Walking in, they said it was for two and were showed to their table. Sitting there, Arthur began to look at the menu. Alfred did the same, finding that he didn't know what any of it said except for 'spaghetti'. So, choosing that, he told Arthur this. Arthur smiled and leaned over to him, whispering,

"I can't read anything on this bloody Italian menu other than that, actually! I was going to choose that, too!"

Alfred laughs and kisses Arthur quickly, saying,

"Then we'll share so we don't have to pay as much. Besides, I'd like to have my own Lady and the Tramp moment! You're the lady, and I'm the tramp!"

Arthur shakes his head, muttering something about being the 'lady', but says instead,

"How many people have you even been with? If it's more than me, then you can be the tramp..."

Alfred laughs, thinking about how many girlfriends he's had... Though, thinking back on it, he never really had a working relationship with anyone for more than a month... So, sighing, he says,

"At least five but, I wouldn't say that they were good relationships..."

Arthur nods, seeming sad as he says,

"Bloody hell... You're still the tramp..."

Alfred cocks his head to the side as he asks,

"Really? I would have thought... You know, you'd've gotten around more... And, you're sixteen... You're older... So... yeah..."

Arthur nods and then, perking up slightly, he rests his chin in his hands, asking,

"Can you tell me about your best relationship?"

Alfred smiles, leaning in to kiss Arthur,

"You mean other than this one?"

Arthur blushes, nodding. Alfred nods back, thinking it through. And, blushing deeply, he realizes that his best relationship was actually when he was with Toris! So, face florid, he looks to his hands,

"Well... Do you remember Toris from school?"

Arthur nods so Alfred continues,

"Well... Last year... Well, freshman year, we made a plan to pretend to be a couple to support gay rights... And... After a while, I actually started to like him..."

Alfred dares to look at Arthur. He is sitting upright, just looking at him with a curious expression upon his face. Alfred hides his eyes, waiting for Arthur to say something. And, realizing that was what Alfred was doing, Arthur smiled, placing his hands on Alfred's,

"Are you ashamed of that or something?"

Alfred shakes his head quickly, looking into Arthur's leaf green eyes,

"No! I'll never regret it! But... I thought you would... I don't know... Not like it?"

Arthur sighs, looking around to see that they are in a booth-like stall and thus out of the sights of other patrons. So, leaning closer, he kisses Alfred's cheek and says,

"Never... I actually think it's cute, you little git..."

Alfred smiles and, acting too quickly for Arthur to respond, pulls him by his cheeks to his face and kisses him. And, when they pull away, Arthur smirks, saying cooly,

"Now I know that you had to have kissed many people to be that good!"

Alfred shrugs,

"Guilty... But, don't worry, I'm disease free!"

Arthur shakes his head, looking at the waitress as she asks what they ordered,

"Benvenuti*, what'll it be?"

(*Welcome)

Arthur answers for them,

"Si, buon pomeriggio*. We are getting the spaghetti and he'll have a Pepsi and I'll just take a water."

(*Yes, good afternoon.)

She nods, writing it down and, looking over to them and smiles and asks,

"We are actually serving a free glass of red wine today, if you want?"

Alfred smiles at her and says,

"We're only fifteen and sixteen, you know?"

She giggles at him, giving both of them a clear sign that she thought Alfred was hott,

"Well, I won't tell anyone. So, do you two want a free glass? Each?"

She turns her smile to Arthur, who nods at her. She then skips away. Alfred laughs and Arthur sighs. So, turning back to each other, Alfred leans in and says,

"Now... I want you to tell me about your last relationship..."

Arthur suddenly tenses. Alfred can see this, so, with a sly smile, he takes Arthur's chin in his hand, a chaste kiss placed on his lips. Arthur, eyes fluttering at the intensity of it, listens to
Alfred,

"Please tell me... I really want to know."

A puppy dog expression forms on his face. Arthur nods, withdrawing from Alfred's hand. Arthur crosses his arm and sighs,

"Well... It lasted for a short time... And, it ended about a week before I came to America, actually... But... He was-"

Alfred smiles,

"So it was a guy!"

Arthur, an annoyed expression on his face, nods,

"Yes it was a guy... But I've had a girlfriend before... Besides, I think my relationship with her was more important than my last..."

"Why?"

Arthur blushes, shaking his head,

"I-I'd rather not!"

Alfred smirks at his response, pressing him further,

"I'll tell you who my first kiss was if you tell me why!"

Arthur shrugs, Alfred smiled and cleared his throat,

"Natalia Arlovskaya."

Arthur tilts his head to the side,

"But isn't she obsessed over Ivan?"

Alfred nods,

"Yup, but she kissed me once. And... She was actually pretty good at it."

He ended with a smile. Then, beaming, he waited for Arthur to return the favour. Sighing, Arthur nods,

"A deal's a deal... I think that my relationship with Alice was the most important because I lost my virginity with her..."

Alfred feels his chest tighten at his words. And, keeling over on the table, he says, not asking,

"You're not a virgin."

Arthur, frowning, eye brows furrowed, nods,

"I'm not... I've had sex two times..."

Alfred groans against the table, muttering,

"I feel weird now..."

Arthur open mouth frowns now, pulling Alfred up and hugging him,

"I'm sorry if that makes you sad..."

Alfred shakes his head, smiling,

"Eh, don't worry... I'm, honestly, just jealous... I've only come so close to that... But, then again, I'm only fifteen!... So, how old were you when...?"

Arthur frowns,

"Fourteen..."

Alfred feels his jaw drop, muttering,

"Lucky bitch..."

Arthur smiles softly, pulling away,

"So, do you want to hear about my last boyfriend or my sex life now?"

Alfred rolls his eyes,

"What do you think?"

Arthur sighs,

"Well, like I said, I lost my virginity to Alice when I was fourteen... It was... actually really good... But... Well,"

Arthur chuckles,

"I guess this coincides with my last boyfriend, but, the second time I had sex was with him... And... despite how I wanted to be on top-"

Alfred pokes him and smirks,

"So you are the lady, Iggy!"

Arthur glares at him and continues,

"It was, still, good... And, if I had to choose between dominance with a girl or submission with a man, I would, personally, choose the man... I don't know but... Just... I can't explain it, it just felt... More pleasurable with him inside of me... Not as much with me inside of her..."

Arthur shrugs pulling Alfred closer and kissing him,

"Though, with you? I'd give you the shag of your life!"

Alfred, not knowing what 'shag' meant, just nodded, suspecting it was something sex related. And, right after Arthur pulled away, the waitress came over and placed the spaghetti in between them, smiling as she placed their wine and soda by them as well.

Arthur nodded at her,

"Grazie, Signora.*"

(*Thanks, miss)

She smiled wide and bowed,

"Certo! Mangiare bene!*"

(*Of course! Eat well!)

And then she walked away. Alfred cocked his head to the side and asked Arthur,

"Whaaat?"

Arthur chuckled once, picking up his fork and twirled it in the pasta,

"I know only the basic, survival of Italian... The only other language I, regretfully, speak is French... It was mandatory back in London... Or, more so that my father forced me to take it..."

Alfred smiles, digging into the pasta as well,

"Cool! Matt speaks French too! I am trying to learn Spanish, but all I can remember is 'hola', 'gracias', and a few other sayings..."

Arthur shrugs, swallowing his spaghetti,

"Eh... C'est toujours bon...*"

(*Eh... That's still good...)

Alfred cocks his head, a strand of spaghetti hanging from his mouth. Arthur smiles and, looking around, leans in towards Alfred,

"I think you... Have a little on your face... I'll get it."

Then, going over to his lip, his kisses him and takes part of the spaghetti from his mouth and claims it as his own. Alfred, blushing for a moment, smirks and says,

"You know, I'm usually the one to make the first move for a kiss."

Arthur returns Alfred's sly smile with one of his own,

"I can be the more dominant if I want to. I just like it more when you hold me... It feels better being submissive to you."

Alfred laughs and twirls his fork in the pasta,

"Well, I'm proud that I'm your seme..."

"'Seme'?"

Alfred smiles,

"Kiku says it's actually a word to describe a guy and guy relationship. Seme is the dominant, uke is the bitch."

Arthur shakes his head at Alfred's choice of words. Alfred then laughs and begins to pull a stand of spaghetti up to his mouth,

"Now, let's eat! I really do want to have my Lady and the Tramp moment!"

Arthur chuckles and begins twirling his own fork,

"Alright you bloody git, I'll be your bitch for this moment... Wanker..."

Alfred laughed and continued. And, eventually, he got his Lady and the Tramp moment. So, paying the bill and leaving their waitress a tip, right after she saw them kiss once. The two went back to Alfred's house and just spent the rest of the night in each others arms, watching TV and such.

So ends chapter 7! What do you think of it? I liked it, but, it's up to you readers... So, yeah... made Arthur the one who was not a virgin... Unlike almost every other story you will read, I switched their sex lives around! Mwahaha! So, yeah... The whole ice skating thing is based off of my own ice skating class that I take(And fail at X3) But, yes! This was a good chapter! And, here's a little pop quiz! First to guess Arthur's last boyfriend wins something! Their choice(As long as it isn't to explicit or too... Much)! So, yeah! Good luck ^-^ And, warning you now, next chapter will make this story switch from rated 'T' to rated 'M'. You perverts and major yaoi lovers will enjoy it!