Ch 9- taking back what's mine

Alfred's POV

"Artie" I yawned as I stumbled down the hall in my baggy American flag sweat pants and black tank top.

'Kitchen" I heard him call from around the corner.

He was cooking…that made me think twice about turning the corner. Arthur's food made me want to run and hide for weeks at a time. Especially those dried up clumps of bread he calls scones. He turned around and looked at me with the sparking green eyes I usually woke up to every Moring and all I could do was smile. Even if the entire kitchen smelled like something was burning.

My crystal blue eyes opened and I shot up from my bed. Something did smell like it was burning. I leapt up and ran down my hall nearly ramming into the wall as I stumbled into the kitchen. a pan id left on the stove was starting to burn. "CRAP" I groaned.

Well….that was my wake up call. The fire wasn't anything serious. I sighed and sank down in my couch as I flipped through the channels on the TV. It'd had been almost two weeks since the incident at Kroger's. So far every day since had pretty much gone the way that day did. Artie cheated on Francy-pants. Due to the fact I had no one I was committed to I couldn't really be called a cheater. Still I knew how much Artie didn't wanna hurt Francis but he had to realize that there'd be a choice he'd have to make sooner or later.

Maybe I didn't care of Francis got hurt….either way I didn't like sharing Artie. My cell started screaming out the lyrics to the song "London Bridge" by Fergie and I answered it "hello Arthur" I muttered.

"Al, you sound kind of drained what's wrong" his voice was fairy soft as he spoke.

"You love me don't you?"

"Of course you silly git" he laughed.

"I'm serious"

"And you think I'm not?"

I bit my lip "can I come visit you?"

He sighed "no al, Francis is here"

I hung up and threw my cell to the carpeted floor. I was so done with this. I went outside and got in my car. Completely ignoring the speed limit like I was I'm surprised I wasn't pulled over. I managed to get there in about 15 minutes. Francis opened the door and greeted me with that cheesy smile he gives everyone.

"Can I help you" he asked in his annoyingly thick accent.

I pushed past him and threw Arthur over my shoulder despite his protesting and kicking "he'll call you, but either way it's over" I smirked at the blond before carrying the green eyed Brit out the door. I threw his small form into the passenger seat and then slammed the door.

"Have you gone entirely crazy?" he asked frantically as I started driving.

"No, I missed you" I said quietly.

"Al-"I cut him off with a kiss.

"Shut up. We'll talk about it later" I whispered to close to his face he could feel my breath against his lips. I could tell by the way he was blushing.

"Kay" he said quietly backing down.