"I missed you so much." Arthur muttered in your ear while snaking his arms around your waist.

"Arthur I..."

"Do you love Gilbert? The one guy took you here?" He whispered tightening his grip at the thought of you loving such a spastic man.

"Y-yes...but..."

"I'll prove I'm better than him."

"How?" Your breathe hitched when he moved his hands down lightly.

"I'll make you breakfast and bed, massage your shoulders, do all the things you did for me. It's only right."

"Fair enough. I'm giving you this chance so don't screw it up."

"I won't I promise." He glided his pinky over to yours, grasping it, making it a promise.

"Good. Now can you release me and make me tea? I haven't had any in a LONG time." He reluctantly let go and started the kettle.

You sat on the familiar couch and watched British TV. Typical stupid British humor. Not as funny as the American humor you were used to. But not even close to Gil's humor.

You missed it already. But coming back to Arthur felt kind of good.

You remembered the actual good times you had with Arthur while was he cooking himself a rancid dinner.

"What do you want to do tonight?"

"Let's dance!"

"Alright love."

He waltzed outside turning on random slow music. He grasped your hand and put his other hand on your waist. He knew how to dance quite well. Francis taught him but he made it more proper. He kissed your forehead and you snuggled your head into his chest. He was warm and had a nice smell of tea and cologne. Perfection

"I love you so much."

"I love you too lovely."

The memory ended and faded to the smell of warm English tea.

"I made you dinner!" You grimaced as he set down a plate of God knows what.

"I'm not hungry but thank you." You smiled politely as he frowned.

"I forgot you hate my food. I thought I'd cook for you since you always cooked for me."

"No! It's just...I'm not hungry but thanks for the thought." You smiled again and kissed his forehead.

"I missed your politeness and your kisses."

"I missed your horrible cooking and your dancing."

"Really? After all this time?"

"Always."

He smiled at the Harry Potter reference considering JK Rowling was coming from his country. He then held out his hand and you daintily put yours in his.

"Dance with me now?"

"Of course." He led you to the same spot outside where you last danced. Your first dance since the last.

He turned on the same slow piece smiling at your happiness. You found your self in his arms with the same pressure around your waist. You realized how good he looked right now. Black slacks, button up shirt, nice black tie and black suspenders. Damn.

"I'm sorry what I did. It was so wrong of me sweetheart."

"Good. Because I enjoyed my time at Gil's."

"Did you now?" He looked a bit upset that you actually had a fun time running away from him.

"HELLO THERE! ALFRED HERE TO CRASH THE PARTY!"

"Damn that stupid twat."

"ALFRED LEAVE US ALONE!"

"WOAH!" Alfred adjusted his glasses to see if what he was seeing was true.

"You left Gilbert for my brother?" Sandi peeked behind a laughing Alfred.

"Cici, I need to talk to you."

"But we're d-"

"Mm!" She did that little mumble noise.

"Damnit..."

You left the room and went into your old bedroom you two plopped down on the old quilted bed. It seemed quaint but it was great yet again to be a bed. And still be a virgin in that bed. That was a difficult thing. He always tried to initiate sex but it nevers happens. Abstinence was key to you.

"Are you sure about this?"

"I don't know...he wrote me a letter look" You calmly handed a letter to Sandi who crumpled it and threw it against the door to which you noticed Alfred and Arthur's feet under the door crack.

"WE'RE NOT HAVING SEX IN HERE! LEAVE US ALONE!"

"Awwww" both men shuffled away.

"Anyway, don't you remember what he did to you?" Sandi looked frustrated and concerned.

"I do but he seems to really want me back. He said he only drinks when he's with your fiance."

Sandi blushed that you said, 'fiance' instead of 'boyfriend'.

"If he does anything, leave him. Alfred will protect you."

"Nah, that's his job to protect YOU. Gil will protect me."

"Yes. He could kick the shit of sissy Arthur."

"He's not a sissy."

"SPIDER! AL! KILL IT!"

"OF COURSE! I'M THE HERO!" A coffee table crashed and Alfred laughed victoriously.

"See." Sandi laughed and patted you on the back.

She got up and left to smooch Alfred. Like always.

"ARTHUR SIT DOWN OR I'LL MAKE YOU JUMP ROPE WITH YOUR OWN INTESTINES!"

Typical Sandi. You heard Arthur cower and you went out to comfort him.

"Arthur?"

He was then calmly sitting drinking tea but his hand was shaking.

"Alfred?"

"Yes dear?" He wrapped his arms around Sandi to kiss her but she pulled away.

You naturally plopped down onto Arthur's unoccupied lap.

"Hey love."

"Hey." You smiled and kissed him, cupping his cheek.

"Alfred, let's go home."

"Nah."

"I mean, let's go make out at home." She looked at you smiling.

You mouthed a thank you and re-adjusted your seat on Arthur's lap. He pulled you closer.

"THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" He laughed his hero laugh and he pulled her hand out the door.

"You're welcome!" Sandi yelled as she closed the door.

"I admire her so much." Arthur said sighing.

"Why?"

"She made Alfred a better man. And for her to put up with him and love him is bloody impressive."

"Sandi is usually the hero in stuff so her finding a hero of her own was good for her."

"Am I your hero?" He looked down blushing.

"You'll have to prove yourself like Gil did." You smirked.

"I've always wanted to be your hero. A better hero to you than Alfred is to Sandi."

"Oooooohhhh that's a toughie." You frowned at how impossible that is.

"But I want to try. I want to be brave just for you because I love you."

You couldn't take it. It didn't feel right.

"Arthur, I need to get some udon at the store OK?"

"It's dark I-"

"It's fine. I have pepperspray. Polo is on TV. Your favorite."

"Alright. Keep your phone on! Call me when you get there."

"I will." You grinned and kissed him on the cheek.