There always comes a point in time when a writer looks back at their old work and say how they did something weird or that they could be done a better job with, yeah that's happening to me right now. Looking back, some things I just don't see Arthur doing, but did then. But I have something to counter that! Because Arthur is now a 'rock star' (lol lame) his ego was boosted and he became more narcissistic than he really is! Sorry I had to share that! Donny mind me and my random thoughts XD

ANYWAY! Sorry for leavin you guys for a bit. I had this summer job and school shit, and... yeah... I tried to make this one longer, so please don't kill me! And enjoy~!

~~~ Chapter 10 ~~~

Realization

Alfred walked into the large room with Arthur right on his heels. The after party already started when they entered the room. The lights were low with stray colorful lights flashing in a random order with the music was blaring. It wasn't any music Arthur fancied for it had no lyrics and was just some random tune to dance to, but he tried his best to keep the comments to himself. A dance floor was set up in the middle of the room with dozens of people already filling it. A few tables were scattered here and there for people to just sit and talk. Also a non-permanent bar was set up by the side of the wall. People would come over for some booze or to simply talk, but mainly for the booze.

Alfred really wanted to touch Arthur right then. The performance with Arthur, for some reason, got him all horny. He wanted to let his hands touch him everywhere while he kissed him from top to bottom. More than anything, he just wanted to hold him; have their two bodies touch lovingly. But he had to keep himself under control. For Arthur. Even though it was really hard!

As soon as the two entered the room, they were hounded by people from all over. They said simple things such as, "Great job!" or "I loved your performance!" and other things like that. After his first few gigs, Arthur learned not to take the words that were thrown at him to heart. He realized that people just said all those things to be nice. Even if they did mean it, what was the opinion of a single person?

Alfred on the other hand soaked up all the comments like a sponge. He excepted the compliments with his classic smile and a hearty "Thanks a ton dude!" Arthur rolled his eyes every time he did so, but he couldn't stay mad at the big idiot. He wanted the blond just as much as he wanted him.

Right after their tenth or so congrats, the duo ran into some familiar faces. A silver blur ran into Arthur's line of sight blocking everything around him. Arthur jumped when he felt a quick slap on the back and a loud German voice yell, "NICE JOB DUDE! You really rocked that concert!"

Arthur shook off his shock and refocused his eyes. In front of him stood none other than Prussian himself, Gilbert. He had a huge grin on his face as he continued to abuse Arthur's spine. Fallowing close behind him were the rest of his little group: Francis and Antonio. The two also congratulated him on the great concert. Arthur waved it off with a small, "Thanks" when he noticed Alfred looking over the trio with confusion. "Oh, I'm sorry Alfred," he said to the taller blond noticing his confusion, "You remember Francis." Arthur gestured to the Frenchman sourly who responded with a flick of his hair and a French greeting. Gesturing to the other two, Arthur continued, "And allow me to introduce Gilbert Beilachmidt and Antonio Carriedo."

"Hola!" Antonio greeted out stretching his hand, "Nice to meet you. You did great out there!"

Alfred clasped his hand over Antonio's and replied, "S'up! And thanks man!"

Gilbert then cut in, "Yeah, you were awesome too. But not as awesome as me, but very close."

Alfred made a confused look, but smiled, "Uh, thanks. . . I guess. . ." Arthur had to bite his cheek to prevent him from smiling at the American's confusion. He had an image to uphold after all.

A few new faces then emerged from the crowd. Arthur turned his attention to the three new comers to see that they were the same three men that were also hanging around the trio from time to time. Arthur was just about to introduce the three new people to Alfred, for he most likely didn't know who they were either, but he didn't have the chance for Alfred screeched, "MATTIE!"

One of the new faces with blond hair, Mathew Williams, jumped. His head snapped in Alfred's direction as a look of fear and shock enveloped his face. Alfred pushed past our little huddle and toward the other blond. Alfred practically flung himself at the other boy. The American bear-hugged 'Mattie', whom was trying to calm the big oaf down. At first Arthur thought Alfred just tackled some person he didn't like, but when he found the other blond laughing and smiling his previous thoughts were pushed aside.

After the hug fest, Alfred yanked the other over to the rest of the group and introduced the man he just glomped, "Yo guys check out my younger brother Mattie! This guy is great, but he's so quiet so it's kind of hard to hear him!" He laughed at himself while giving the poor boy a few hard slaps to the back. He didn't seem to mind them, the kid just looked really shy. Mathew kept his chin to his chest and his shoulders hunched. His wavy blond hair almost lied on his shoulders as one stray strand made an entire loop sticking out of his head. Other than those small facts, Matthew had the same exact face as Alfred's making it a tad difficult to tell the two apart. They even shared the same glasses frame.

Mattie gave the group a small smile and a nod while saying in an indeed small voice, "Hello, it's nice to meet you all. I'm Mathew Williams."

"LOUDER!" Alfred yelled teasingly. Mathew barely had time to finish his sentence before the American bellowed that single word that was ten times louder than Mathew's normal speech.

"I can hear him just fine," Francis butted-in wrapping an arm around Mathew. This got a blush from the smaller blond as he burrowed himself deeper into the red sweater he was wearing. It would've been a cute gesture to Arthur if Francis wasn't in the picture.

"So whattaya doin here, dude?!" Alfred shouted. Really, the music was getting quite loud.

"I came over to England few months ago on a little vacation. I met Francis while I visited and just never went back," Mathew summarized as he cuddled into the Frenchmen.

"Aw what!? You were here a few months ago!? Why didn't you tell me bro!?" Alfred wined. Mathew laughed and didn't really answer his brother's question, but it really didn't matter.

The two then carried on in their own conversation with Francis putting in a few comments in here and there. Arthur didn't really pay attention; it really didn't strike his interest. He turned to find Antonio missing along with one of the newer faces. He didn't even get the chance to really see who it was. Sighing he turned to see the pale Prussian still there, but he seemed to be occupied with Roderich, another new face.

Gilbert seemed to have told something to Roderich that made him upset for his face went red with anger (or it was a blush, but Arthur really couldn't tell with the horrid lighting) while Gilbert just laughed like a mad man. Roderich then shoved the white haired man, hard. Gilbert probably didn't see it coming for he was shoved to the floor, still laughing. Arthur had to smile at that, he couldn't help it. Roderich smoothed out his wrinkleless shirt and walked away from the Prussian that was still on the floor laughing.

Noticing the Brit standing by the sidelines watching their little show, Roderich sighed. He was about to tell the other off about minding his own business when he noticed it was the performer that was watching them. Roderich placed a smile on his face as he walked away from the idiot on the ground, "I'm sorry you had to see that," the Austrian said quite embarrassed.

Arthur let out a small laugh, "It's quite alright. It was actually pretty entertaining to watch."

It was Roderich's turn to laugh this time. Watching Gilbert make a fool out of himself or watch him fall to the floor always did make him feel better too. "Well, it was nice running into you, and I must say that I do enjoy your music even though I'm more of a fan of the classics."

"Well, thank you; I'm also quite a fan of classical music. Do you play?"

Roderich seemed a little surprises by the question but he didn't hesitate to answer, "I do. I play violin and piano."

"Hm, I also play the piano but I don't even know how to hold a violin," Arthur responded adding a little chuckle to his voice.

Roderich also laughed. It seemed like the two were enjoying one another's company for they were swallowed into their own conversation for a good ten minutes when Alfred interrupted the two. The American grabbed hold of Arthur's shoulders forcefully and yelled over the roaring music, "Yo was'sup Artie!"

The Brit nearly jumped out of his skin at Alfred's actions. Arthur let out a shrill that was semi-ly covered by the loud volume of the music. Arthur whipped his head around to see Alfred smiling down at him as if he'd done nothing wrong. Arthur glared at the taller blond for a second then turned to Roderich and said his farewells and started to walk away from both men. Alfred said a quick good-bye to Roderich and began to catch up the Arthur.

"Hey, Artie! Wait up!" Alfred yelled dodging people to try to catch up to the Brit.

"How about you walk faster, love," Arthur said cockily. He didn't care if Alfred could hear that remark or not, he wasn't yelling over the music like Alfred, he just wanted to get the point of I'm-not-slowing-down across.

When Arthur pushed through the heavy iron door, back into the outside world, he breathed in a breath of fresh cool air. It was getting quite stuffy in there. Arthur smoothed out his cloths as if he saw a wrinkle in them and proceeded to walk to his car that was parked right outside.

Right before Arthur could grab the door handle, the deep gray double doors burst open once again letting Alfred outside. He turned his head this way and that like he was searching for lost treasure, when his gaze landed on Arthur. Alfred smiled and started to jog over the the Brit while saying, "Geez dude, you could've waited." He laughed and slipped into the passenger seat of Arthur's car.

The Brit was a little irritated that the American didn't even bother to ask if he could have a ride but dropped it. Even through the lighting was close to pitch black, Arthur could still make out Alfred's features: his strong shoulders, his messy hair, even his glasses were hard to miss. He smiled and sighed as he got into the drivers seat. "Or you could've stopped dragging your fat ass."

Alfred placed a hand over his heart and gasped, a look of fake stun on his face, "Ouch Artie, that one got me right in the pride!"

Arthur smiled, "Was suppose to, love."

Alfred's eyes widened. Did he just call me 'love'? As the car began to roll down the street the American kept thinking, He hasn't called me that since High School, before he left. Having reminded himself of that time made his smile droop, but not enough for Arthur to notice. He tried to relight his spirits by thinking, Dose this mean he still likes me?

The car ride was quiet, but the two could care less. It wasn't an awkward quiet, it was comfortable. But Alfred being impatient could hardly keep his hands to himself. he looked over to the Brit. Arthur's eyes were glued to the road and both hands gripped the wheel firmly. Arthur's eyes, those beautiful emerald like eyes, shined as each street light passed. they twinkled in the little light that was given to them but seemed to glow. Arthur's hands were placed on the wheel elegantly. His hands weren't large and callused like Alfred's but small and almost girlish, but Alfred didn't mind them. It reminded him that underneath that whole rock star attitude/facade Arthur had a soft point.

Alfred took a deep swallow and licked his lips as he stared at the blond. Even thought it was dark out and Alfred could barely see him, Alfred seemed to get turned on by just looking at Arthur. It was kind of pathetic but, in a way, kind of sweet.

Unable to control his body, Alfred slipped his hand over to Arthur and grazed his thigh. Arthur flinched at the sudden physical contact but didn't say a word. Seeing Arthur had no problems with what he was doing, the American continued to rub the Brits thigh, faster and higher with every second. Arthur lowered his head and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He also but his lip to prevent him from losing focus and crashing the car. Later, Arthur would slap the American for his little act, but the key word is 'later'.

When they arrived at Arthur's flat, Arthur parked his car and stepped out of his car looking around frantically. Alfred followed the Brits lead out of the car. He looked at Arthur with a confused look and asked, "What, checkin for stalkers?"

Arthur smiled and rolled his eyes, "Just making sure we have the house to ourselves, love." There it was again. 'Love'. Alfred was starting to like that little nickname all over again.

Arthur walked up to the door and reached into his bag for his keys. He shuffled his hand around in there for a moment, then spared a glance at Alfred. He was drumming his fingers on his leg impatiently. He also repeatedly tapped his foot with incredible speed as if he had thirteen cups of coffee.

Seeing the blonds impatientness, a sly grin grew on his face as he pulled out the keys to his house out of his bag. The keys were cold to the touch and reaked of old metal. He slowly brought his hand to the key hole that was just above the door handle. The Brit heard from behind him Alfred's faint drumming increase in speed. He was really impatient.

Grinning to himself once again, Arthur let the keys slip between his slim fingers and crash into the ground with a loud clang. The blond let a sigh escape his lips as he said teasingly, "Whoops."

"Oh for the love of-" Alfred outbursted. He snatched the keys off the ground and jammed them into the door with so much force Arthur was afraid the doorframe would crack. Alfred swing the door open and dragged the Brit inside, whom didn't fight back.

Alrighty! That one done! Sorry for leaving at something like this again, I'm terrible! XP anyway, the next chapter will be the smut you all know and love, but have mercy on me. This will the first time I'll be writin stuff like that!

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