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Sorry, it was Christmas time so I was busy. Anyway, enjoy~


THE LITTLE MERMAN

CHAPTER ELEVEN-KILLING TIME

After Alfred had caught up to Arthur and watched him finish with beating the shit out of his brothers, it was around eight. They still had hours before the sun set. That's enough time, right? Alfred hoped so.

Arthur turned away from his brothers with a very vulgar string of words. Alfred smiled when he walked near and held out a strip of bacon for him. Arthur gave a small smile and took the food. They began walking throughout the castle.

"Is there anything you want to do today?" Arthur asked as they climbed a flight of stairs. Kiss you so I can stay with you instead of turning to sea foam is what he wanted to say, but since he can't speak, he settled with a shrug. Arthur sighed. "Alright. I'll find something."

Well, it did take a while, but they found something. Unfortunately, it didn't start until about four in the afternoon. So they had time to kill. They ended up watching a movie, which was Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Through the movie, Alfred slowly inched a little bit closer. He was soon right next to the Brit with half of the couch unoccupied and Hagrid revealing Buckbeak being sentenced to death. Arthur noticed but didn't push him away or move. Alfred beamed and turned back to the TV.

Eventually, the credits rolled on screen and Arthur, for the first time through the whole movie, felt Alfred's arm draped around him. He blushed and glanced over at Alfred, who was looking at him as well. Arthur stood up, coughing awkwardly and blushing, and grabbed the remote from the coffee table in front of him to turn down the volume. Alfred hid his pout, standing as well. He stretched with a silent yawn.

"Well, we still have time. Anything you want to do?" Arthur asked again.

Alfred thought and smiled. He put one hand around Arthur's waist and grabbed his hand. The Brit sputtered with a new blush very apparent on his face. Alfred let out a silent chuckle, letting go of his hand to point at the TV. Arthur finally got it after a few moments: the ending music. He wanted to dance to it.

"A-alright," he mumbled, taking Alfred's hand.

The former merprince smiled down at him, almost seductively, before beginning to dance, leading the Brit. Of course, they stumbled a bit because Alfred was a new to this, but he picked it up pretty quickly. '

He led them out from between the couch and the coffee table to the open space between the bed and the couch, which, by the way, is a lot of room. They danced even after the music stopped without noticing. Alfred spun Arthur; almost making him hit the bed. He also executed the perfect dip. Arthur blushed as Alfred leaned closer.

Just when the two's lips were centimeters from touching, the door opened. Arthur let out a very manly squeak and pulled away, fast as lightning. Alfred, who was very annoyed now, snapped his attention to the doorway to see the man who Arthur was with when he first saw him.

"Oh, sorry, aru," the man said, starting to turn around. Arthur quickly straightened up, his blush growing darker.

"It's fine, Yao," he answered, walking over. Once Yao had turned around, Alfred gave him the death glare. Seriously, if looks could kill, Yao would already be six feet under in a coffin. "What do you need?" They began walking out of the room to talk outside.

"Well, I wo-" Yao's voice was cut off as the door shut.

Alfred stayed still for a second before silently screaming profanities. DAMMIT! WE WERE JUST ABOUT TO KISS! FUCK MY LIFE, I'M SO DEAD, SO SEA FOAM! He paused for a second, drawing in a deep breath to calm himself. He didn't want to wreck anything like Arthur's brothers. It's okay, Alfred, you'll have another chance…Right? He truly hoped he did.

The door opened. That didn't take long. Arthur walked in, rolling his eyes. Yao still stood outside with a scowl on his face.

"I'm serious, Arthur. You need some happiness and you did look happy, aru," he scolded. Arthur sighed, turned around, and waved his hands as if to shoo the Asian man away. "Really? You're that mature to try and shoo me?" Yao asked with a small frown forming. Arthur nodded.

"Yes, really. Now, go find someone else to lecture about this," Arthur snapped with a wave. Yao sighed, closing the door. Arthur turned back to Alfred with a smile. Alfred tilted his head, his version of what? "It was nothing. Anyway, we still have time."

Alfred's stomach rumbled and his cheeks turned a little pink. Arthur admired the nice color for a moment before snapping back with his own small blush, realizing he was staring. Alfred smirked with an encouraging thought in his mind. Yeah, he can do this. Of course he can; he is the hero after all.

"Let's head to the dining hall then since you're hungry," Arthur suggested. Alfred nodded.

They journeyed through the halls to said room, finding it empty to Arthur's relief. He didn't have to bother with his brothers. They're probably at the doctors' actually, or maybe plotting to give him the same bruises as he did. Oh well. So they filled up, taking their time. Well, Arthur did; Alfred just ate everything of his plate in less than a second and proceeded to pick at Arthur's plate.

"Hey, get your hands off my food!" Arthur griped, pushing Alfred's hand away. Alfred pouted and turned away with a quiet hmph. "It's not my fault you ate all of yours that quickly, git."

It was silent for a while until Alfred inched his hand over to the small pile of fries on the Brit's plate. He swatted the other away. Alfred drew his hand back and pouted yet again. Arthur glared at him.

"They're my chips. Go get your own," he scolded. Alfred mustered up the best puppy dog look he could and made an attempt to lock eyes with Arthur. The man saw the look and turned away quickly. "Fine, you can have a few."

Alfred did a victory fist pump with one hand while grabbing as many fries as he could with the other. Arthur rolled his eyes and went back to eating until Alfred tried grabbing more.

"I said you could have a few, not the whole plate, twat!" Arthur reprimanded, picking up his plate and moving down a couple chairs.

Alfred huffed, laying his head on the table. He tried to think of a way to get more food then he thought of this one idea that could totally work.

He sort of crawled over the chair Arthur was previously sitting in and then the empty one. He still had his feet on the one that was occupied a few moments ago. He had his knees and hands on the chair right next to his love with his face close to Arthur's cheek. He pulled out his most effective puppy dog look and waited. The Brit looked over and stuttered for a second before looking away to hide his blush.

"You can stop begging, I'm not giving you food," he mumbled. Alfred dropped the look and tried thinking of another.

He smirked and moved his hand onto Arthur's thigh, as well as the rest of his right leg onto the one chair. Arthur looked over to see the smirk turn into an overly seductive expression. His blush was the darkest Alfred had ever seen. He leaned his head a little closer, inching his other hand towards the plate. Arthur didn't notice that even with how wide his eyes were. Alfred moved the hand on Arthur's leg up a little more and Arthur made a move to push him away, but Alfred was firmly holding his ground. His hand hit the plate and he gripped it tight. Then, he planted a small kiss on Arthur's cheek.

While the Brit stuttered, trying to think of something to say, and blushed, Alfred slid the plate across the table to where he was sitting, jumped off Arthur, and ran to his seat, sliding into it. It took Arthur a moment to comprehend, but he eventually noticed the other munching on his fries and his red face was more of anger for A) having his fries taken when he was hungry and B) the former merprince had tricked him. He walked over without a poker face and snatched the plate back up, hitting Alfred on the head as well. Alfred rubbed the offended area as Arthur walked to the other side of the table with his plate.

"You little prat! These are my chips!" Arthur growled with a menacing glare. "Take them again and you'll look like my brothers did."

Alfred gulped and hit his head against the table in aggravation. He was so hungry. He was starving. Arthur wasn't going to help him because he was greedy and Alfred was too lazy to go to the kitchen. So he had to watch Arthur eat the fries with a smug look. Okay, it wasn't actually smug, but let Alfred believe it was. Alfred went back to examining the table close up. After a few minutes he heard something.

SLIDE!

He lifted his head and saw the plate in front of him with quite a few fries left. He glanced up at Arthur with a tilted head. Arthur just smiled with a light hint of blush on his cheeks. Alfred had the same color on his face as well as he mouthed Thank you.

"You're welcome," Arthur said. Alfred smiled back and began to eat.

By the time they actually finished, it was about one. So much time left. They went back to Arthur's room, Alfred flopping down on the bed and Arthur scolding him for doing so. He sighed when he realized that he wasn't going to get through to him and scanned his bookshelf. Finding the right book, he grabbed it, walked over to a chair, and curled up in it, finding his page. Alfred looked around, bored. He spotted the small stuffed animal and started missing with it.

After a while, he managed to get bored again and tossed the thing away. He looked over at the desk and all the paper. Remembering how much Arthur liked his art, he walked over, picked up the pencil, and drew a few quick sketches that made him smile.

One was Gilbert, Antonio, and Francis exploding something in the cauldron. The looks of shock and lack of hair made it humorous. Alfred chuckled inside, imagining this happening. In reality, it happened a lot, more than Gilbert will admit.

Another was of Arthur and him kissing against a beautiful sunset. Alfred drew a heart above their heads. He smiled and added a few doves flying off in the background, making it even more romantic.

Lastly, he drew his family in row from youngest to oldest. He drew the outline of his mother, but erased it. He gave each of them something that sort of defined their personalities. Natalia was given a knife and a death glare, Elizabeth had a frying pan that she was hitting Alfred with, Lili was covered in ribbons, and the others were given such as well.

He heard Arthur close his book, the quiet thmp of the book hitting the table, and Arthur walking over. Alfred quickly moved his scrap of paper out of the way and grabbed another, drawing something fast. Arthur leaned over the working artist to see. It was a picture of Alfred drawing. Arthur raised a huge eyebrow at it but smiled nonetheless.

"It's nice," he said as Alfred began adding some shading. Alfred shrugged and continued. "It is. Anyway, it's almost time to go."

Alfred looked up, setting the pencil down, and nodded. He pushed the drawing away and stood up. While Alfred began searching for the pair of shoes he was given the first day, Arthur stared at the picture. He smiled and picked it up to move it. He noticed the scrap that Alfred was doodling on. He looked over at Alfred, who was half under the bed, and then back. He giggled at the first and last two.

Then he noticed the one of them kissing. He paused. Slowly, he turned to Alfred, who was still under the bed. He gazed down at the picture. There was detail, amazing detail, and he could tell it took him a few tries to get the shape of the face right through the eraser marks. He took in the sunset and seagulls. He saw the hearts last. He was blushing a healthy shade of red. In the picture, it was the same way even without color. His arms were wrapped around Alfred's neck and Alfred's were around his waist. Alfred drew himself smiling against Arthur's lips.

It was absolutely beautiful. Arthur smiled and glanced at Alfred, now crawling out from under the bed with is Converse. Arthur quickly folded up the picture and stuck it into his jean pocket. He waited for Alfred to lace up his shoes and grab his jacket.

"Ready?" Arthur asked. Alfred nodded. "Okay, let's go then."

As they left, Arthur put a hand in his pocket and felt the picture. His face instantly flushed and he smiled. Alfred looked at him and beamed as well, not knowing he had his picture of what needed to happen later.


Ready for sunset? It's coming next chapter. So review and stuff. See ya' next chapter, possibly the last.