A/N: So… Umm… They kissed. And I was trolling at the reviews I got. One that sticks in mind was from NanaMii148... YOU DON'T NEED A LIFE! YOU HAVE ONE! :u
Side note - I'm starting my own story, it's not got a name, but if you wanna have a preview of one of the parts of it… Just ask… /not that you would ever, but hey.
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Arthur woke up in Alfred's arms. For a second, he couldn't remember what had happened last night, but when he did, he allowed himself to smile. A happy feeling fluttered around in his stomach and he smiled.
Why hadn't he realised his love for Alfred sooner? It was staring him right in the face…
Slowly and silently, as not to wake up Sleeping Beauty beside him (and trust me, he really was a beauty), he snuggled up into the other boy's chest. His wings flapped once, and only a small bit, because for once, he was actually happy. Happy. Not the fake kind of happy like he used to feel, but… Happy…
/Flashback/
"Arthur, darling?" a woman with striking ginger hair called out. It flowed down her sides and back like a waterfall of fire, and ended just at her waist. The clothes she wore were rather plain; a baggy, white T-shirt and some blue ripped jeans. In her hand was a paintbrush, dripping a little with red paint.
A younger, much more cute version of Arthur toddled up to her. "Yes, mumsie?" he asked, pretending to smile.
His mother smiled sweetly. "Dear, what do you think of your new room?"
The bushy-browed Brit looked around. He could say that he didn't like it. He could say what he thought: it looked awful. However, he could also lie and make her happy by saying it was lovely.
So he did. "I love it, mumsie!" he squealed cutely, his voice high-pitched and childlike. His mother closed her eyes and hummed in content, before scooping him up in her arms. They stayed that way until Arthur's brothers arrived.
"Hey, mum! Why does Art' get a new room?" asked Scott, frowning. Mother's eyebrows rose.
"Oh, dear, you know I wouldn't give Arthur a new room without giving you something." smiled the woman. She led him into another room, and Arthur trailed behind her.
/End/
He didn't want to think about the present. It made him jealous and angry, so he just blocked that part out. Opening his eyes, he met two startling blue ones, accompanied by a drowsy smile.
"Morning, Artie." Alfred greeted, leaning forward to place a peck on Arthur's lips. He smiled in response, before yawning. The American giggled.
"What?" asked Arthur curiously. "Is my yawning funny?" The wheat-blond boy nodded his head goofily, a grin plastered to his face. Oh Lord, Arthur thought, He looks handsome with and without his glasses…
"Anyway Artie, the alarm's about to, umm, go off-" began Alfred, before being interrupted by a slightly loud buzzing. Arthur flinched only to realise it was the alarm clock and settle down, a bit embarrassed.
"You coming to School with us?" Alfred asked. Taken aback by the sudden question, Arthur stuttered.
"Y-yes, sure I.. I w-will."
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Soon, Alfred was ready (well, if you call still putting your uniform on with a piece of toast in your mouth ready) and Arthur was waiting at the door. Alfred couldn't quite believe it, but the Brit looked rather sexy in the school's outfit. And how on Earth did his lips look more kissable than before…?
"Artie?" he asked. The other rolled his eyes and nodded. "Can I have a kiss before we go?"
A short pause before Arthur gave up and said, "Fine. You don't have to… A-ask me, you know…" And Alfred wasted no time in going in for it.
…My, Arthur was a good kisser. He wasn't too submissive - he fought back, like a boss - but wasn't too dominant, either. Plus, he tasted nice. A bit sweet, actually. The two broke apart after a few moments and were soon out the door. (…Matthew left earlier. They wouldn't have noticed anyway.)
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On the way, Alfred and Arthur had just got off the bus. The latter was pretty nervous, but wasn't showing it. They turned a corner, and Alfred glanced down an alley…
…Before almost freezing in his step.
He took a double take and looked back down the dark pathway. Were there just two red eyes down there…? No, no, there couldn't have been… He, being the hero, would have known for sure!
But as he walked away with the little angel, the red eyes appeared again.
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School, in Arthur's opinion, wasn't too bad.
They had Maths first, and Arthur was bored to death all the way through it, but the teachers weren't bothered about his presence, so that was a problem sorted. Then English, then break. He met a few of Alfred's friends at break (Feliciano, Ludwig and most of the football team). After that, there was History, followed by Geography and finally lunch. The food was quite nice - as nice as school food can get. At the end, there was Science and then Tutorial. Their teacher was nice - her name was Miss Hughes, and she was a tall blonde woman. She loved to have fun and greeted Arthur warmly.
Then, there was the highlight of the day - he and Alfred walked home, hand in hand. But of course, he'd never admit it.
A/N: Beware. Red eyes = monster.
Nah, joking. Who knows? Might just be Gilbert. :u
Thanks for reading, and thanks again Opti for beta-ing! 3
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