A small shiver went through Arthur as he woke up. Without opening his eyes, He yawned rolled over searching for the covers that seemed to escape him during the night, but his hand had landed on more than just blankets. Arthur opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of Alfred lying on his side lightly snoring. The Brit shifted his attention to his own hand sitting on the inner part of Alfred's thigh; blushing, Arthur pulled it away and tried to scoot away from the sleeping American.
With a loud thump, Arthur landed on the floor.
"Fuck…" Arthur hissed as he rubbed his hip.
"Hmmm… Arthur, is that you?" Alfred asked slowly as he rolled to the edge of the bed. He gave Arthur a small sleepy grin and then made his way back to the warm spot on his bed.
"What are you doing on the floor? It's…. it's 8 in the morning," Arthur let out a sarcastic laugh and got back on the bed.
"I felt like sleeping on the floor for a bit," Alfred gave Arthur a small chuckle while he held out his arms, for the smaller blond to slide into.
Alfred pulled Arthur close and kissed his cheek and then trailed down Arthur's jaw line, making Arthur giggled at the light brush of the American's lips on his neck.
"You smell nice," Alfred said, nuzzling Arthur's neck "like tea and my shampoo, and I like it,"
Arthur simply blushed and moved so he could give Alfred a kiss on the sleepy boy's cheek, but Alfred turned his head to peck Arthur's lips. The two cuddle for a while until Alfred's stomach grumbled.
"Boy's breakfast is ready!" Alfred's mother called from down stairs.
"perfect timing," Arthur raised an eyebrow and squirmed out of Alfred's grip.
"I don't want to get up, I'm to comfy," Alfred groaned. Arthur rolled his eyes and walked down stairs with Alfred.
As the pair made their way into the kitchen Alfred's mother smiled, handing them each a plate of pancakes, then gestured for them to eat in the living room. Alfred and Arthur decided to sit on the ground near the small glass table in the middle of the room. Matthew sat on the couch and raised his eyebrows at the sight of the two bickering playfully.
"Morning Alfred, Morning Arthur, did you guy's sleep well? Eh?" Matthew gave them a sly grin and put a bite of pancake in his mouth, causing Alfred and Arthur to look away blushing.
"Leave the two love birds alone," Gilbert chirped as he walked into the room. Both Alfred and Arthur stared at Gil confused as the albino sat on the couch next to Matthew, with a fresh plate of pancakes.
"What's the hell is he doing here?" Alfred finally asked.
"It turns out mom isn't against me being gay. We talked it out yesterday. She was just shocked. I think she was angrier that I was smoking, then me not telling her about Gil" Matthew explained.
"Can we talk about something that doesn't have anything to do with being gay? I've got enough of that when I was talking to your mom." Gilbert asked. The albino had already finished almost half his breakfast before he set it down and draped his arm over Matthew's shoulder. "Alfred, did you hear Elizabeta is changing our team's uniforms today? She said something about Francis complaining about 'how out of season they are,' she finally gave into him when he threatened to leave the team for The Legends." Alfred frowned at the other team's name being mentioned.
"I think our uniforms are fine. Wait, how is the team paying for them?"
"That is the catch. Specs said his family will sponsor our team, but we have to figure out a way to make some money too. Elizabeta says she has a plan and we have to meet at the field today." Gilbert made a worried face as he mentioned Elizabeta's plan.
"Oh god, what is she thinking of doing?" Matthew said before Alfred, Gilbert just shrugged.
"Who are The Legends? And why would that frog leave the team for them? Isn't this team the best in the state?" Arthur finally spoke up.
"They're our rival team from the next town over. They're also one of the only teams that can give us a run for our money. Francis was probably just being overly dramatic, but Elizabeta most likely didn't want to take any chances on losing one of our best pitchers." Alfred said running a hand through his hair and then placed his head on Arthur's shoulder.
"But you have Matthew. He's an amazing pitcher." Matthew's cheeks flushed a light shade of pink at Arthur's comment.
"Yeah, but even Matt can't pitch for a whole game. That's why Alfred, Antonio, and Francis are even needed on the mound. You get what I'm saying, right?" Alfred frowned at Gilbert.
"Hey, who has the best batting average on this team?"
"Alfred, don't get mad at me. I know you're the coach's all-star, but you have to admit Matthew is a better pitcher."
"Arthur, defend me," Alfred whined.
"I'm sorry but I can't defend you there,"
How did I end up in this again?
Arthur cursed the world, he cursed baseball, he cursed Elizabeta, and he even cursed Alfred for supporting her crazy idea.
"Arthur come on, it can't be that bad," Alfred yelled from outside of the restroom stall.
"Belt up, you git! You're only saying that because you look good in it!"
"I bet you look even better than me. Come on, let me get a good look at my cute boyfriend," Alfred's voice chimed.
"Whoever said I was your boyfriend?"
"Well, do you want to be my boyfriend?" Alfred asked hopeful.
Arthur was silent for a moment but then sighed and unlocked the stall door. Alfred's eyes lit up when he saw the smaller blond shirtless in tight fitting short style baseball pants with red and blue stripes down the side of his legs. Before he could take in the sight of the half-naked Brit, Elizabeta walked in the room.
"Are you done hiding? I have a schedule to keep up." Alfred let out a loud laugh.
"We'll be there in a second,"
"Don't worry Arthur. You look great and I'll be in the pictures with you," Alfred whispered in Arthur's ear and kissed him softly.
"Now come on, before Elizabeta drags us out," Alfred grabbed Arthur's hand and started to lead him out on to the field where the photography club was set up.
"Yes," Arthur said blushing. Alfred looked at Arthur confused.
"What?"
"Yes, I'll be your boyfriend,"
With that Alfred kissed Arthur in front of both his team and the photography club. Arthur was taken by surprise, but he soon melted against Alfred's shirtless torso and wrapped his arms around the Americans neck, their skin feeling hot where ever it touched. The pair ignored all the whistles and shouts from the baseball team, until they heard someone giggling next to them.
CLICK
The two parted to see Elizabeta holding a camera up with a smile.
"That one's for my personal collection," she turned on her heel and walked to the rest of the shirt less players.
"Okay, now everyone line up so I can get a good look at you. These magazines have to be perfect. I plan on selling enough to pay for these brand new uniforms," Elizabeta's eyes scanned every boy looking for any imperfection.
"Okay, there is nothing here that Photoshop and a little make up can't fix," Gilbert snorted at her comment.
"Is that supposed to be a complement?" she glared at the albino before shifting her attention to the quiet Canadian raising a hand next to him.
"So, what is this magazine supposed to be about?"
"I'm glad you asked Williams. They will be on two to three players each and include interviews with each player. Who it's shared with will depend on how well the players interact with each other. For example, you and Gilbert will be one. Then Francis, Antonio, and Lovino-"
"How did I get in to this? I'm not even a part of the team?" Arthur interrupted.
"Arthur, from today on, you are now an official Falcon!" Elizabeta shouted and pointed at Arthur.
"I-I don't even know any of the rules. H-how do you expect me to be on this team?" Arthur stuttered and looked at Alfred for help.
"I'm sorry but I can't defend you there," Alfred smirked as he mocked Arthur's accent.
"I don't expect you to play but you will be in the magazine and you will sit at all the games and practices. All The girls demanded for you to be in it," Elizabeta smiled and clapped her hands, "Now first up Alfred and Arthur!"
The photo shoot stared off simple Alfred and Arthur were told to jog and act natural and they had managed to keep that up for about three pictures. However, Alfred had commented on Arthur's butt in his tight pants, which caused Arthur to say a string of curses and chase Alfred around the field until the Brit couldn't run any more.
The next scenes the two were given shirts so they could take turns batting, pitching, catching, and sliding in the dirt. Elizabeta nearly died fangirling, when Arthur had slipped and Alfred caught the Brit in his arms.
"Okay, I think we're done with you guys." the brown-haired girl said holding a bloody tissue to her nose. Arthur let out a long sigh as the couple stepped off the field and out of the hot sun hand in hand.
"Look Artie, they started selling today!" Alfred shouted, running though the hall at full speed.
"Slow down you twit, you may hurt someone if you keep running in the halls," Alfred rolled his eyes and shoved the new catalog in Arthur's hands
"Look at how cute you are!"
"Cute? I look like a stick next to you," Arthur frowned at the cover picture of the two running and laughing, "But I have to admit Elizabeta did an amazing job after only a week of editing,"
Alfred smiled and pulled out another catalog, flipping to a page, and then started reading.
"Arthur, what do you look for in a life time partner?" Arthur's eyes went wide realizing that Alfred was reading the Brits interview.
"Well, if I were searching for someone I would say l would be looking for a person that loves the same things as I do, baking, embroidery, reading, and etcetera," Alfred had put on a poor British accent and held up the magazine over his head.
"Don't read that! You bloody wanker!" Arthur was jumping trying to get the book from the taller American.
"Would you say there's a girl who has your heart?" Alfred said and shot Arthur small grin.
"No, unfortunately a girl has not captured my heart, but I don't…" Alfred trailed off and read the words in his head. It took him a long moment before looking at Arthur, who was blushing like a mad man.
"Arthur is this…" Arthur nodded.
"Go on, keep reading,"
"'I don't believe that will ever happen because my heart already belongs to my boyfriend." Alfred smiled and wrapped his arms around Arthur's shoulders.
"Are you sure about this?" Alfred said into Arthur's neck. Arthur smiled and wrapped an arm around Alfred's waste.
"I can't turn back now, can I?"
"I guess not," Alfred laughed "I'm hungry, let's head to your house and order some pizza"
"Sound's great,"