The next day seemed to progress as usual, if usual was being awoken by a very loud highschooler announcing his awesomeness. However, even after Arthur had returned to his own house, he couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. Alfred hadn't said anything about it, and if he was being honest it hurt him quite a bit. Sure, he had no idea if Alfred actually liked him in /that/ way, but he could at least say something. At least school was tomorrow, and he would be forced to think about other topics. Sighing, he unpacked his things and gazed around the room. He wished that he could be back at Alfred's…

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"ARTIE!" a hyper American came barreling into Arthur, almost sending him onto the ground.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL-" he cut himself off, blushing. "Oh. Hey." Of course he hadn't been embarrassed, right? Besides, he couldn't afford to wait around with Alfred; he had his next class to get to! "'scuse me." He started walking down the hall, leaving a pouting Alfred behind.

Finally. Letting out a long sigh, Arthur managed to calm down, his blush fading. However, his precious time alone was cut brutally short by a cloth over his nose, a happy "Kesese…" heard from behind him. 'Oh god…..' he thought to himself before he passed out. If the BTT was involved, it couldn't be good…

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"….artie…Artie…!" Arthur's eyes slowly opened to darkness, although a tiny bit of light filtered through a crack under the door. It was just enough light to allow him to see a.) they were in a closet, and b.) he was pressed up against Alfred in a very undignified manner. He let out a squeak, blushing, and quickly moved away. However, with the size of the closet, they were still quite close.

"Are you alright?" Alfred asked, and from what Arthur could see, he was smiling.

"y-yes, of course!" he answered quickly. Alfred quirked an eyebrow and moved closer, making Arthur blush even more. God, this was embarrassing….

"H-how did we get here, anyway?" he asked, trying to turn Alfred's attention elsewhere. Alfred sighed.

"Well, I was knocked out….. I'm pretty sure it was Francis…." Of course….. he was allowed to take advantage of the situation, right? He was pretty sure that's why the BTT had locked them in here….

Arthur nodded. "Figures. That bloody idiot Gilbert was the one to knock me out." Alfred smiled. Well, it was now or never…. Arthur had barely looked up when a pair of soft lips were felt on his, but they were pulled away quickly.

"W-what was that for, you git?!" he exclaimed, trying to scoot into a sitting position. Alfred looked away, stuttering possible replies. Arthur, still confused, cautiously asked, "do you…. Like me?" Alfred's head whipped around to face the Brit.

"W-well, I guess, um, if you- yeah…" Arthur smiled the most he had in the past few years. He crashed his lips against Alfred's, ignoring the muffled sound of surprise. Sure, his cheeks were burning, and he was pretty sure his embarrassment could be felt by Alfred, he didn't care. The only thing that mattered at the moment was him and Alfred, really kissing each other for the first time.

"I guess you like me too, huh." Alfred teased once they had pulled apart.

"Of course, you git."