Hey I'm back ;) I've put myself on a schedule of updating my three Hetalia stories since I'm now juggling them and don't want to fall behind in either. So yeah, updates will be each three days ;) Enjoy~
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Alfred smiled when he spotted Arthur standing in front of the apartment he lived in and eased on the brakes. He watched the pilot approach his truck and Alfred leaned across the interior to help Arthur open the door. The other set his crutches in the back seat with a little difficulty and Alfred's smile widened.
"So, how are you doing Artie? This will be the last time we see the school this year," he continued, his voice giddy.
"Wonderful," Arthur nodded his head and the two noted what colors they were wearing to the Stoplight Dance.
"Looks like you're available," Alfred's smile turned into a cheeky grin. Arthur was wearing a green sweater vest over a white long sleeve tee and long navy green pants, his torso under a thick jacket to fend off the Minnesota winter. Arthur nodded his head and his expression turned a little disappointed.
"Pokémon…really?" he grinned the best he could. It wasn't the brightly colored tee with Pikachu printed on the front that bothered him; it was the fact that Alfred was wearing yellow, thus meaning that he was trying to figure something out with someone. He had hoped for the other to wear green that night, but would never voice that, none the less, he was disappointed for some reason. "So…you're complicated?"
"Yep, tryin' to figure something out," Alfred nodded as they drove off to school. The first part of the drive was in a slightly awkward silence on Arthur's half while Alfred seemed completely comfortable with it. "You know…I feel kinda bad for Mattie...he couldn't exactly come," Alfred suddenly spoke up.
"Oh quit worrying about him, he's fine the last time we checked," Arthur snorted, shaking his head from side to side slightly.
"Yeah, I guess he wouldn't want me to worry about him…"
"The only thing to worry about," Arthur started, noting how Alfred slightly tensed at Arthur's words. "Is Francis getting into Matthew's pants while he's there," he concluded, smiling at how Alfred sighed in relief to himself before laughing, telling Arthur how he was being so true about that.
When they pulled up at the building that was their high school, Alfred killed the engine and grinned at it. "I'm so glad winter break's here…not sure I'd be able to handle this place much longer," and the two got out of the truck, Alfred rounding around the front to help Arthur get his crutches. They then entered the building and walked down the winding halls until they arrived at the gymnasium where the dance would be held.
That specific area had completely transformed too. Gilbert was fighting over the DJ system with Roderich who claimed to know music that would fit a dance since the silver haired teen tended to listen only to metal and loud dance music. There was a space open, serving as the dance floor and lights littered the area, tables here and there along with large speakers next to the DJ system and chairs in random areas for those who wanted to sit. Most of the tables had food on them, other students having been encouraged to bring whatever they wanted as long as drugs weren't snuck in. They had police go through them and Alfred could see his father with Liberty off at the other entrance to the gymnasium. He waved at them. The drinks were supplied by the school, too unsecure with letting a whole bunch of fourteen through eighteen year olds bringing beverages themselves.
The lights were slightly dimmed and from what Alfred could see, most people wore red, but there was a fair share of greens and yellows. He wondered what Matthew would've worn if he was allowed to come.
"Ah, Alfred you came," turning to look at who had spoken to him, he grinned when he spotted Kiku approaching the two, a Japanese style shirt on. It was red.
Alfred whistled. "How come you never told me man?" he grinned, throwing an arm around Kiku's shoulders when the Japanese boy stopped at his side. Arthur excused himself and left. Alfred was still grinning down at Kiku when the British pilot left. "Who's the lucky girl? Or is it a guy?" Alfred continued.
Kiku blushed and his gaze met his shoes. "Heracles…the boy over there…" Kiku pointed shyly over at the Greek teen standing by the DJ, watching Gilbert and Roderich wrestle over the system, clearly bored with what they were doing. Alfred let Kiku leave his side and Alfred left to talk with his other friends.
The American searched for Toris and soon found the other, him also wearing red. "Are all of my friends taken and not even telling me?" he wore a grin despite his tone and he stopped next to his friend, the Lithuanian greeting him with a nod of his head. "Who're you with?"
"Feliks," Toris answered, though his face turned red. "Feliks Lukasiewicz," he continued as if correcting himself.
"The cross dresser?" he grinned. Feliks had been in the play along with Alfred, but he never really took note of the other who had begged for a female role.
"And role player…" Toris mumbled, but Alfred didn't hear him.
"None the less, congratulations," he clapped his friend on the shoulder who only turned red and quietly thanked him.
"So…looks like you're having a couple complications with your relationship," Toris remarked after glancing at Alfred's bright yellow Pikachu shirt. "I-I mean, if it's personal, you don't have to tell me, I was just noticing your color," he continued frantically, not one to get into others personal space.
"Nah, don't worry Toris," Alfred smiled in a friendly way at his friend. "Just trying to think things over right now and don't want people flirting with me while I'm trying to get things straightened out…I'm just kinda in a rut right now," he continued, Toris nodding.
"Who is it? Err, mind if I ask?"
"No prob bro!" he then pulled Toris closer to himself, leaning over so his face was level with the shorter boy's as he looked over at Arthur, pointing a finger at him. "Mr. Pilot over there is who I'm kinda complicated with," his voice was low and quiet as if this were some huge secret. Toris didn't know why Alfred was being so quiet, but played along.
"What's his name? Arthur…Kirk…land?" he side glanced at Alfred who nodded his head.
"Yep. He's kinda 'stick-up-the-assish', but once you really get to know him, he's not that bad," Alfred explained, straightening back into a proper standing position. "He gets kinda air happy though," he continued with a snicker.
"Air happy?"
"That means kinda like…how do I explain it? Kinda like when people have adrenaline rushes after something super cool like driving one hundred right?" Alfred looked down at the Lithuanian who nodded his head. "Well, it's not really adrenaline, but more like…a cloud nine kinda thing—he gets kinda loopy after flying, it's one of the funniest things ever I tell you—he's so much nicer though when he's air happy."
"I like the name you gave it," Toris smiled.
I Want to Know What Love is came on and Alfred looked over to the music system, grinning at the fact that Gilbert had lost the DJ system to Roderich. The silver haired senior would fight for the thing until the other died, so this was a first since there was no bloodshed—unless he had slipped some poison into Roderich's drink, but that wasn't likely.
He excused himself from Toris's company and sauntered off to find Arthur. It didn't take long, for he found the other hanging around the tables, a bottle of water in hand.
"Hey Artie," he greeted, Arthur looking up at Alfred before a smile stretched likely unwillingly at his lips before he returned the greeting. "Wanna dance?" he asked, a light shade of red covering his cheeks. Arthur turned a darker red, shifting his weight from one leg to another before nodding almost shyly. "Oh, will you be fine without your crutches?"
"Yes Alfred—remember that check-up you drove me to Wednesday?" Alfred nodded his head in remembrance. "They're expecting me out before New Year's," Arthur continued and Alfred swept Arthur into a hug, spinning him in circles. This had become routine whenever Arthur did something to make the American happy.
"Whoa! Artie that's so awesome! We can do something super special for New Year's then! This is so amazing Artie! Artie~!" Arthur couldn't help but laugh gleefully as Alfred spun him in circles.
"Ah, Alfred let me down! If we keep this up, the song will be over," Arthur laughed and Alfred set him down. "Now walk me to the floor, I can't exactly walk completely on my own yet," Arthur continued, Alfred taking Arthur's hand and the two walked to the dance floor, Arthur limping deeply, but not enough to keep him from continuing.
The two took the proper dance position and begun. Alfred stumbled with the steps here and there, making sure he didn't step on Arthur's feet as he did so. Arthur had closed his eyes and was swayed into a cloud nine like state by the time the chorus came around. They were attracting stares since most couples present were straight save for Kiku, Toris and a few choice others. But then again, they weren't paying attention to those around them.
Some of Alfred's fellow acting buddies were snapping photos on their cellular, snickering among each other.
"Hey Al?" he was so caught up in the music along with their swaying steps that he almost missed Arthur's voice. He was ecstatic about the nickname too—it was verbal this time! Alfred looked down at Arthur whose eyes were closed and hummed in question, a smile at his face. "This song's beautiful," Arthur remarked, eyes still closed and head lightly pressed against Alfred's chest comfortably.
"I know," Alfred answered as he lightly tilted Arthur's chin up, his thumb and index finger doing most of the work. He leaned in and their lips met. Alfred heard a few girls 'aww' over the music, but tuned it out. Arthur tasted like Earl Grey tea and the sky after a rainy day and the sky itself—a bit similar to his scent, but very different at the same time. His lips weren't soft, but they weren't rough either and his heart swelled at the feeling of them against his own. He wasn't sure how he identified the specific flavor of tea—it was just a feeling he had.
And he had wondered why it had taken so long to pull this off.
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Alfred stretched and grinned up at the ceiling. Ah, winter break had officially started after last night. After their kiss, Arthur had turned red and they continued to dance until the social gathering ended. He then proceeded with driving the pilot home and hugged him goodbye, the sandy blond smiling and hugging him back. He asked if he could kiss Arthur again and the shorter had turned red and said 'maybe later' before turning to enter the apartment building. That was the only disappointment of the night.
Jumping out of bed, the first thing Alfred did was pick up his cellular and dial Arthur's number. Hopefully the Brit was up at seven in the morning on a Saturday. It was likely, but that didn't mean the pilot was incapable of sleeping in. The thought made Alfred smile though, since it was such an out of character thing for Arthur to sleep in, albeit a cute thought.
"Hello Alfred," came Arthur's voice on the other side of the line. Grinning widely at hearing the other's voice, Alfred happily greeted the other. "Yes Alfred, I know you're happy about winter break finally being here, why'd you call me so early?"
"I just wanted to hear you voice," Alfred grinned, plopping himself onto the mattress behind him. His grin widened when Arthur stuttered into the phone, mentally picturing the pilot's blushing face. "I also wanted to ask you if you wanted to come over for winter break ya know?" he then asked once Arthur had calmed himself slightly. "I mean like…stay over at my place?"
There is a brief silence before Arthur finally answers. "Sure Alfred. I can come over."
"Yes! Thank you Artie! Thank you so much! Man, you have no idea how much I want to hug you right now!" Alfred piped, pumping a fist into the air excitedly.
Arthur smiled fondly on his side of the line. "You can hug me when you pick me up—I can't come over until the twenty fourth though."
"Whaat? Artie that's not cool! That's like…seven days from now!" Alfred's smile dropped along with his shoulders. He could just picture the British pilot rolling his eyes at him for his childish arguing. "Can't you come over like…right now?"
"No Alfred and it's five days from now, not a week," Arthur corrected. Alfred pouted at the unfairness to it in his point of view. "Just be patient, I'm sure you can wait for me," Arthur then continued. Alfred didn't want to be rude, but what else did Arthur have to do over winter break other than deal with his drunk father? Most of his family was in England and…there was Francis, but he was sure Bonerfoy was busy with visiting Matthew.
Speaking of Matthew he wondered when the other would get out of the hospital. "Fine. Bye Artie."
"Goodbye Alfred," and the two hung up. Sighing and falling back on his bed, Alfred stared up at the ceiling once more. After a bit more of his minor sulking, Alfred stood up and flipped his cellular back open to text the wavy haired Frenchman.
[Amerique]
kised arty last nite :) kongratolat me
He pocketed his phone and headed into the bathroom to finish his morning routine.
[Bonerfoy]
The way you spelt congratulate frightens me mon ami. Congratulations ;)
[Amerique]
i no rite? sry 4 my speling…2 lzy 2 do it n hws maty?
[Bonerfoy]
Being discharged on the twenty forth ;)
His toothbrush dropped out of his mouth as he read that. He read it a second time and a third before pumping his fist into the air, doing a small victory dance that consisted of a few pelvic thrusts and a bit of disco and Michael Jackson. Arthur would've probably been horribly embarrassed at that and he made a mental note to do it in public around the pilot sometime.
[Amerique]
AWSUM KICK ASSERY!1! hey i jus did a epic vktry dnce remind me 2 do it arond arty somtim, im shur hed be supr embaresd at it XD
[Bonerfoy]
Can do Amerique. Matthew's been sleeping a lot still though, say he needs a lot of sleep once he's out.
[Amerique]
how much?
[Bonerfoy]
He's out most of the day. Sometimes wakes up delusional, but nothing severe :)
Delusional? Wasn't that where you thought you were somewhere else at a different point in your life or something?
[Amerique]
uh…isnt beeng delosinl bad? por guy…wats his bran comin up wit?
[Bonerfoy]
Woke up one day thinking it was Thanksgiving yesterday.
[Amerique]
dispit the situaton, i woodlve lovd 2 se that…lol i think im going to hel 4 that 1
[Amerique]
thnx non the les :)
[Bonerfoy]
Ah no problem ;)
Alfred was pouring himself a bunch of cereal by the time their text based conversation had ended. He poured the milk into the bowl and began shoveling, barely chewing before swallowing. Now he had two awesome reasons to look forward to the twenty second. Christmas Eve, Arthur coming over for winter break and Matthew being discharged. Life couldn't get any better at the moment.
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Matthew smiled, having finally been discharged. Well…he'd be discharged after the doctor stopped talking to him about a few precautions he should take and giving him advice on what he should do to help his healing—after that, he'd be free. He wouldn't be missing this place soon either.
He'd been told that it was safe to walk and jog, but not run excessively. It would strain his lungs and the cold climate outside wouldn't help. Good thing he wasn't a winter jogger, those who were, he just didn't understand. It was frigid—basically a Canadian winter and they were still willing to go out and run around the block. If he remembered correctly, he had seen that Arthur was in crutches. He felt kind of guilty too—he'd gotten the more concerning of injuries in between the two and could function just fine while Arthur had been put in crutches. If his memory wasn't failing him that was.
When he reached the lobby, he glanced left, hoping to find Francis. He wasn't there. He glanced right.
No Francis.
And he even looked over his shoulder in some strange hope that the other was behind him. Again, no Francis. Shoulders slumping and his optimistic expression dissolving, Matthew began his trek to the automatic double doors that allowed access to the hospital. He glanced down at the bag of pills he'd been given to help his healing lungs.
The doors slid open and he took one step out when someone grabbed a hold of his shoulder and spun him around gently. Matthew's eyes were wide open, but he instantly calmed down when he saw that it was the very person he had been searching for in the lobby.
"Francis!" he grinned widely, throwing himself onto the Frenchman in the form of an enthusiastic, Alfred-like hug, though he failed to lift the other and spin him around like Alfred would do to Arthur. He simply settled with burying his face in the crook of the college student's neck.
"Ah mon amour, it is good to see you up and healthy," Francis smiled, tilting the others chin up and pressing his lips against Matthew's, which seemingly came out of nowhere according to the latter's mind. His eyes went wide, but soon enough, he ended up kissing the other back lightly, eyelids slipping shut as he did so. Francis tasted of wine and faintly of the sky after precipitation, the latter being the opposite of Arthur's taste unbeknownst to the Canadian. "Do you remember the promise I made a while ago?" Francis then asked when they separated.
"Mm…sorry…but no," Matthew answered, guiltily nuzzling the other's collarbone.
"Ah, do not worry mon amour, I didn't expect you to remember with all of the good stuff they had you on," Francis chuckled, Matthew smiling at finally being able to hear the other's voice properly since he always had seemed in a dream-like state during his time in that hospital bed.
The two fell silent briefly. "Keep talking Francis…I like hearing your voice after all that time…" Matthew spoke up. Francis chuckled again and tilted Matthew's chin up to kiss the other once more. Matthew tasted wintery and the faint taste of sweet maple syrup present on his lips. Francis wasn't sure what caused that, but it still was a good taste.
"Mattie! Quit kissing Bonerfoy and let me hug youuu~!" the two separated abruptly and Alfred flew by, picking his Canadian cousin up into a dizzying hug. "Mattie~! I'm so happy you're finally up!" Alfred remarked excitedly, doing his usual twirling in circles.
"Ouch! Al, I just got out of the hospital, I don't want to end back up in it!" Matthew whined as he was spun in circles, closing his eyes tightly in hopes of not getting dizzy. Alfred stopped and apologized, though his grin never faded. "And what did you call Francis?"
"Bonerfoy!" Alfred's voice was loud and proud, catching attention from those hanging in the lobby. Most glances he received were humored, but a few looked irritated at the sudden noisy addition.
"Bonerfoy?" Matthew questioned, his voice almost horrified. Alfred simply laughed at his expression, doubling over whilst holding onto his stomach. "What's so funny Alfred? That is not an appropriate name for Francis!" Matthew then continued with defending.
"No way! It so is! It fits him perfectly!" Alfred chuckled, finally able to recollect himself, sending apologetic looks to those who were glaring irritably at him. "C'mon guys! I'm off to pick up Artie!" Alfred then tugged excitedly at Matthew's sleeve.
"No, no mon ami, I'll bring Matthew to your place myself, you go pick up your amour," Francis grinned at the slight pinking at Alfred's cheeks, though his grin still remained.
"Fine, see you two later!" Alfred waved the two goodbye and turned to bound to his truck, filled with excitement.
A moment of golden silence passed in the lobby, a few people returning to whatever they were doing neutrally while a few went as far as looking relieved that the loud American had finally left. "So…what was that all about? The Alfred and Arthur and amour? You'll have to update me on that…"
"Well, turns out the two have finally gotten things figured out and our dear Amerique has kissed Angleterre at this so called Stoplight Dance Friday last week," Francis explained. Matthew took a moment to soak it all in.
"Stoplight…oh that…heh…looks like I missed it," Matthew mumbled, taking on a downcast expression. Francis lightly frowned at Matthew's rained on mood and he tilted the other's chin up so he was peering into violet blue eyes.
"We can turn on the speakers at Alfred's and I can dance with you there," he offered, a light smile tugging at Matthew's lips.
"Yeah…yeah that sounds good.
Alfred slammed on the brakes, having almost passed the apartment building Arthur lived in in his excitement. Cutting the engine and getting out of the vehicle, Alfred slammed the door shut behind him and bound over to the entrance just as Arthur was walking out with a suitcase in tow, having a bit of difficulty with it.
He half tackled the pilot, performing his second spinning hug of the day on a different victim. "Artie! I missed you so much!"
"Alfred put me down!" Arthur was laughing though. "It's only been five days!" he continued, leaning on Alfred once he had been let down to regain his balance.
The American simply grinned and hugged Arthur once more, though this time more gently and the Brit's feet remained on the pavement. "Five days too long…"
"You're so cheesy," Arthur snickered, pushing Alfred off of him. "Now help me with my luggage, I'm not so great with it with these crutches," Arthur continued, motioning to his suitcase with his foot by tapping it. With a 'can do!', Alfred easily picked up the bag and hauled it into the back seat of his truck. He then proceeded with helping Arthur put his crutches in the back seat before rounding the front of the car to get to the driver's seat.
"Hey when are you getting your stitches out by the way? You don't seem bothered by them much anymore…"
"They're coming out in three days."
"Awesome!" Alfred clapped the shaggy haired blond on the shoulder. "Be prepared for my full power!" Alfred continued, a huge grin stretching at his lips. Arthur chuckled lightly at what Alfred had said as he buckled himself in just as Alfred did so and eased his foot on the gas pedal.
"I'll make sure I'm ready for your wrath," Arthur smiled at Alfred and the American had to resist the urge to hug Arthur again for he was currently operating a piece of machinery.
"Hey, Mattie and Bonerfoy," Arthur snickered at that. "Are back at my place right about now," Alfred announced as he turned the radio on.
"Why'd you let them go to your house? They're either running through it like a tornado or they're getting it on on the bed I'll be sleeping on for the next two weeks," Arthur grinned cheekily at Alfred and the American found that he liked this side of Arthur.
When they arrived at Alfred's house, neither of them left the truck none the less unbuckled their seat belts. Arthur didn't exactly feel like stepping out of the truck and Alfred had yet to cut the engine, having put the car in park. Alfred fiddled in the driver's seat before glancing at Arthur.
"Hey Artie?"
"Yes Alfred?"
"Can I kiss you again?" he asked, a shy yet hopeful grin on his lips. Arthur turned red and his gaze fell to his hands which had been clasped together in his lap.
"U-uh it is 'may I'…now 'can I'…and yes you may," Arthur corrected.
"First let's get out of the car," Alfred suggested, finally shutting the engine down and unbuckling, opening the door. Arthur did the same and limped back away from his door, shoving it shut as Alfred opened the passenger door that was behind the side Arthur had rode in. He grabbed his crutches and handed them to Arthur while he himself took the suitcase for Arthur.
They entered Alfred's home, went upstairs and headed to Alfred's room, not exactly wanting to go into the guest room giving that it was oddly quiet. Who knew what Francis and Matthew were up to? When they entered Alfred's room, Alfred dropped the handle to Arthur's suitcase and swept his partner into his arms, their lips connecting passionately. Arthur dropped his crutches and allowed for Alfred to kiss him, though there was a small fight for dominance that Alfred won hands down.
He soon found himself with his back pressed against the mattress, Alfred straddling him. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck and pulled the other down to just cuddle with him, mumbling 'no sex' as he did so. The two lay on Alfred's bed, cuddling with each other contently for the next half hour.
Arthur and Alfred both felt that it'd be extremely hard to keep their hands off of each other in a nonsexual way for the rest of winter break.
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Win, win, I loved writing the last part ;) Hope you liked it too :) Hm…things seem to be going a little too perfectly no? Lol, yes, I am going to do something horrible to them again, but I'm not going to tell you when or what it's going to be ;) You'll just have to wait for that. So yeah, please review and tell me what you think and peace out my friends :D