Arthur glanced around the park boredly as Alfred guided him along the place was nice enough but all the Brit wanted to to do was go to sleep and try to sort everything out in the morning when he could think more clearly. But unfortunately that wasn't going to happen so Arthur resigned himself to a long awkward and uncomfortable conversation with the American. "W-well here we are" Alfred said nervously as he gestured to the bench they'd stopped in front of. Arthur raised a brow then rolled his eyes as he gracelessly plopped down on the bench and loosened his tie. Alfred fidgeted nervously not sure if he should sit down beside Arthur or not he felt nauseous and now he was really wondering if he wanted to go through with this talk. "Well are you going to sit down or stand there fidgeting all night?" Arthur asked impatiently he just wanted to get this over with and America seemed set on dragging it out. "R-right sorry" Alfred stammered as he hurriedly sat down beside the Brit. Arthur rolled his eyes and sighed in exasperation as the American fidgeted in his seat he was so damn close to smacking the lad upside the head. "If you've got something to say hurry up and say it would you! I don't want to sit here all night!" Arthur snapped as he settled for punching the American on the shoulder hard. Alfred yelped and rubbed at the sore spot shooting the Brit pained puppy dog eyes. Arthur swallows audibly as he looks away from the American those eyes had always been his undoing the Brit grumbles an apology and turns away from the ash blonde. Alfred sighed heavily as he rubbed the back of his neck this wasn't going as well as he'd hoped it would and he had no idea where to even begin breaching the subject.
(With France and Canada)
Francis and Matthew were crouched down behind a bush watching the pair on the bench the Frenchman quietly complaining that he'd get his outfit dirty. Matthew rolled his eyes the older man was such a priss!. "Francis be quiet! I promise I'll pay to get your clothes dry cleaned once this is over OK?" The Canadian hissed softly as he swatted at the whiny Frenchman. Francis pouted and muttered something under his breath but soon went silent as the Canadian sent a harsh glare his way. Matthew turned his attention back to the pair on the bench and grumbled something about prissy Frenchmen and plotting Brits.
(With America and England)
An awkward silence had fallen over the two and it was only serving to further foul Arthur's mood. The Brit gritted his teeth as Alfred sat beside him twiddling his thumbs and humming an off key song. Arthur was sorely tempted to throttle the boy and be done with it the and the English nation was wondering if the American was dragging this out on purpose. The Brit was just about to get up and leave when Alfred grabbed his wrist . "Wait! don't leave please" Alfred begged as gently tugged on the Brit's arm urging him to sit back down. Arthur sighed "Are you actually going to talk? because if not I'd really like to go back to my hotel" he murmured tiredly. "O-oh shit sorry you must be tired and here I am dragging this out and and just- I'm really sorry " Alfred murmured as he released the Brit's wrist and ran his hand through his hair. Arthur sat back down beside the American and glanced at him whether he went ahead with his plan or not wasn't all that important any more he just wanted to know the reason why Alfred had done what he did. If Arthur was honest with himself (and he tried not to be) all he'd ever wanted to know was why and now that he actually had the time to think about it the true reason behind his plan wasn't just to break the younger man it was to get answers and some form of closure. The Brit sighed in defeat as he got more comfortable on the bench if he wanted answers he was going to have to be patient and not murder the lad for stalling.
Only one more Chapter after this (If I can figure out how I want the whole conversation to go)
To Be Continued
