APH and its characters (c) Hidekaz Himaruya


"After all these years, I see that I was mistaken about Eve in the beginning; it is better to live outside the Garden with her than inside it without her." - Mark Twain

Pairing: America x England


Alfred gazed out the window with his hand under his chin. He watched the clouds float by, the birds sing, the butterflies dance, and everything else that was happening in the world. And still, he was bored out of his mind.

He sighed loudly and pushed himself away from the table. He grabbed his phone and checked the screen. No phone call. No text message. No email. He sighed again and put the phone down. He sprawled out over the table and tapped the wood absent-mindedly with his fingers. He drummed the Tetris theme song and clicked his tongue to the beat. The melody did nothing to ease his boredom.

He left the table and roamed about his house without purpose. He strolled to the bathroom and peeked inside, stealing a look at his reflection. He headed toward the bedroom and checked the bed. He shuffled out to the yard and stared at the basketball net. He picked up the baseball bat from the grass and gave a few practice swings. Uninterested in a work-out, he threw the bat down and went back inside the house.

He flopped on the sofa and put his legs up on the coffee table, pushing an empty soda can away while he did. He picked up the remote and surfed through the channels. He paused at the cooking channel and groaned at the making of scones. He changed to the history channel and briefly stayed for one of the many many documentaries about World War II. He moved on to the animal channel and watched lions stalk their prey. He tossed the remote next to him and groaned loudly.

Why was life without Arthur so boring?

He blew air out of his mouth and stared up at the white ceiling. He squinted at the crack and made a mental note to fix that later on. He moved his legs and lied horizontally on the sofa. He kicked his feet and bounced himself on the couch. Even that didn't make him any less bored.

He rolled over the couch and lied flat on the floor for a moment, inhaling the scent of the carpet. He made another note to get the carpet clean. He pushed himself off and went back to grab his phone off the table. He checked it: still no new messages. He looked at the date and time and sighed once again.

He took a seat and dialed Arthur's number. The line rang and rang without end. He grumbled under his breath and put his feet up on the chair.

"This means I win," Arthur answered the phone.

"Yeah, yeah, you win."

"Excellent. I told you you would call me before I would call you, ha!"

"Stop rubbing it in," Alfred growled. He palmed his forehead and said, "Come home already."

"Oh, no, I don't think so. I'm quite enjoying myself out here. The weather is nice and I don't have you bothering me."

"Arthur! You've been gone for two days!"

"I think I'll stay for the week. Kiku has a wonderful house, you know."

"Damn it, you won the bet! Just come back."

"Hmm… Let me think about it," Arthur said with a click of his tongue.

"C'mon," Alfred whined, "I miss you…"

"Is that so?" Arthur laughed. "Well, sucks to be you!"

Alfred flinched when Arthur hung up without another word. He slammed his head against the table once before he stood up. He rushed upstairs to pack his bags. If Arthur wasn't coming home, he would just have to go to him.

God knows he couldn't stand to live another minute without him.


THE END.


Boyue's Note: For some reason, Arthur sounded REALLY British in my head when I was writing this so he came off talking funny. Ah... Sorry! Cheerios~! 8Db

07.18.09

3:47 AM