Ok I know this story was a oneshot, but my friend wanted me to add something else to the end, so I did a little epilogue omake. I will not be adding anything more to this, this is it. Enjoy!

Bet Omake

Alfred stood to the side of the dance floor with Vlad and Gil. Arthur had finished his attention getting dance and was now crowded by people wanting to talk to him, both men and women impressed by Arthur's moves. Alfred chuckled at how Arthur's friends next to him seemed a little disappointed.

"What did you expect was going to happen? Did you guys not know Arthur was a great dancer? Because otherwise I don't see how this was supposed to be a losing bet for him."

"No, we didn't know he could dance. This is the first time we've brought him to a club, and he's pretty secretive about his personal life," said Gilbert. "I mean, hell, we didn't even know he was married."

Vlad sighed. "And it was Michelle's idea. It was supposed to be embarrassing. We didn't expect him to be so good."

Alfred chuckled and nodded with pride. "Yup, we come here for the classes all the time. But even before all that, he was pretty cool and popular in college and the end of high school."

Gilbert looked at Alfred curiously. He saw this as an opportunity to get to know Arthur more, since the Brit himself didn't really talk about himself. "You knew him all the way back then?"

And of course Alfred would take the opportunity to talk about his love. "Oh yeah, we've known each other practically our whole lives. Our parents were college friends, Arthur and I met officially in elementary school, and from then on we were best friends all throughout school until we started dating after high school. We went to the same college together, and we were a couple icon. Then at our college graduation ceremony, I proposed to Arthur up on stage. He was really embarrassed but of course he said yes~" Alfred had a big grin on his face as he remembered that happy day, and even as he remembered getting yelled at by the embarrassed little Brit once they were alone. But he was soon broken out of his thoughts when he noticed Arthur's expression change from pride and smugness to shock and shyness.

One of the guys talking to Arthur had leaned in to whisper something to the Brit and whatever he said was making Arthur turn red. The guy was flirting with him. Oh Alfred wouldn't stand for that. The American left his companions and made his way straight to Arthur, wrapping his arm around the shorter male's shoulders. "Come on, hubby, time to go home~" he said before directing Arthur out of the crowd and off the dance floor. Once they were away from the most populated area he muttered to him, "You are never twerking like that outside the home ever again. That's only for me to see from now on~" So Alfred had discovered that there was a downside to Arthur dancing like that. Maybe he should've let the Brit win the bet after all.

Alfred then picked Arthur up, throwing him over his shoulder despite his husband's squirming and yelling. In passing, Alfred took Arthur's discarded shirt from Lovino, and left with the argumentative Brit. But the party wasn't over quite yet. Alfred had plans for him once they got home~