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It saddens Alfred to say it, but it has been at least six months since him and Arthur had seen each other. They'd emailed the whole time, talking about work, complaining about coworkers, but most of all, they talked about their life together. About adopting, living with each other, marriage... Let's just say, it's been a long six months.

The American was currently sitting on his couch watching TV as his brother comes in through the door. Alfred blinked in the other blonde's direction, confused.

"Yo, Mattie. Why are you here?"

"To see you. You haven't called me at all, so I figured something was wrong," The other explained as he sat next to his brother.

Alfred blinked again before responding, "No, just been thinking is all."

"About your British Bombshell, I know," the younger laughed.

"Yea-hey! That's my name for him, don't use it!"

"Oh, you'll get over it. Have you eaten yet?"

"No..."

Matthew sighed before going into the kitchen. He mumbled something about Alfred not taking care of himself before cooking. Said American just shrugged it off and went back to half watching the TV. It's not that Alfred didn't take care of himself, he was just always lost in thought. He was trying his best to fix everything here and get his transfer so he could go see Arthur. That was his main goal. And, normally he loved when he got a few days off. Now he hated it. Every day he sat doing nothing could have been another day to work and get closer to that transfer. He could take a day off once he's back with Artie.

After thirty minutes of spacing out in front of the television, Matthew called him over to eat. Alfred got up and sat in front of him at the kitchen table. They both sat in silence as they ate. Neither said a word. Finally, Matthew sighed, being the first to speak up.

"Look, over working yourself isn't something he wants you to do. It's something none of us want you to do. Alright?"

"I can't help it. I didn't want to leave in the first place. And now, I want to go back so bad, it's not even funny, dude," Alfred explained.

Matthew shook his head, "I know, I understand that. But, living the way you are now will only make it harder."

The American sighed and looked down at the plate. He knew Matthew was right. And Arthur would be pissed if he knew how Alfred had been living these past months. But, he wanted to go back. And he couldn't untill everything was settled here.

"I'll slow down a little bit, then, bro."

"Promise?"

"Yeah, yeah, promise!"

They finished eating, making small talk about anything and everything. Alfred mostly talked about how he met Artie, causing Matthew to laugh a few times, and about how him and Arthur got in these ridiculous fights about practically nothing. Matthew would make jokes about how Arthur would straighten the American out and it might actually be a good thing. And typical Alfred would defend himself by saying there was nothing wrong with him and that he was practically a hero and that hero's don't need "straightening out".

After they ate, Matthew did the dishes as Alfred went back to the living room, stretching heavily. He was bored out of his mind. He'd played all his video games twelve times over just this morning and there was nothing on the television, as usual and to top it all off, Matthew went up to the guest room to sleep. Now, it was quiet and boring. Maybe Arthur sent him an email!

Running over to his computer quickly, he clicked the internet browser and went to his email. He had forgotten to check it this morning so hopefully Arthur had said something. The man forgot sometimes. His work was more hectic than Alfred's was, obviously. He clicked on 'inbox' and smiled when the first one was from that cute little Brit he missed so much. He clicked it and sat back to read, a big smile plastered on his face.

'Hey, love. You didn't email last night and you're probably freaking out right now thinking I'm mad at you. I'm not. And, also, your brother contacted me. If I hear any more about you being a git and skipping meals just to work, I will personally come to America, track your arse down, and beat it. Understand? Start eating right. I don't want you coming back to the UK in a coffin or whatnot.

Anyway, I love you.'

Ah, good old Matthew... How'd he find Arthur anyhow? Freaking ninja, that boy is! Alfred sighed and replied back, explained he'd do better and that Arthur (or Artie) shouldn't worry. He'd travel to the UK safely and not in a body bag or coffin. He clicked send and sighed, leaning back. Now, he'd have to wait untill tonight when Arthur got back from his own job before there's ever a reply.

He got up from the computer and went back to watching the television. For a while he contemplated playing a game, but he didn't have any new ones. And he was too lazy to leave right now to go see what GameStop had. Guess a nap would do...


Arthur pushed the door to his house opened. He was beyond tired. He'd ran all over Essex today, chasing random people and dodging bullets and listening to prats curse him out for no reason. Being a cop wasn't all it was cracked up to be. With a heavy sigh, he plopped down onto the chair near the door, closing said door with his foot. He would have fallen asleep right there if it weren't for the fact that he knew Alfred might have emailed him. The Brit stood up and walked into his study, sitting in the chair. He went to his email and clicked the newest one from Alfred.

'Hey, babe. So, you talked to Mattie then? Figures he'd resort to something like that, haha. Well, don't worry, dude, I'm fine. Mattie just got on my case today to actually. Odd... But, yeah, I'm cool and I'll start eating more and all that blah, blah, blah. I love ya, babe. can't wait to see you again.'

Arthur rolled his eyes, smiling a little. It was hard to tell if Alfred actually meant what he said about eating better. He was a pretty good liar, given the right circumstance. And he also wouldn't want Arthur to worry about him. But, he might as well take his word for it. He replied back, yawning all the while. Damn, he wanted to sleep so bad. After sending the email, he stood up and kicked his shoes off, placing them at the front door. He walked up the stairs and got undressed. He put on one of Alfred's shirts that Arthur will forever say the man left instead of being snuck out of the suitcase by said Brit, and got in bed. He rolled over on his side after stretching. Now, the only way to make this night better would be if Alfred was actually here.


Tada! Updated again! I fear that this one won't go on for too much longer. Maybe three or four chapters and then it'll be done. I don't know yet. I won't promise anything! But, anyway, I hope you enjoyed no matter what and that you review because I'll love you even more if you review! I'll love you either way, but still!

Love, ShuChan