Day Four: Going on a Date
Arthur bit his lip as he looked up at his reflection, straightening his tie. He was honestly scared, unsure of how his outfit worked out. Too formal? Too casual? Maybe it was just right? But what if Alfred showed up in a sweatshirt and jeans? Then he would be standing awkwardly next to him in his sweater vest and tie. But then again, what if he showed up in a suit? Then he would still feel awkward!
He groaned and flopped back onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling. This was their first date in weeks, of course he was nervous! The last one had ended so badly he didn't even want to think about it! This one had to be perfect, he had to make it go just as planned. No way could he ruin this for him! He had to keep his cool, act normal, and not be a complete weirdo. Just listen to what advice Francis had given him.
He checked the list, just to make sure he had it down.
1. Be on time if you're the one picking him/her up. If you are the one being picked up, be ready fifteen minutes before they're supposed to be there so you don't make them wait.
Looking over his hair and outfit, he knew that this was as good as it was going to get. He would just have to wait and see where it got him with the American.
2. Never leave without brushing your teeth, gum, or mints. Bad breath will ruin all chances of getting that special kiss. Teeth as white as possible to also make them feel comfortable when you smile at them.
He had brushed his teeth four times, just so he could see that they were pearly white and his breath only smelled of mint. No way was he going to risk losing the chances of getting a kiss from Alfred.
3. Always make sure your outfit matches where you are going. You don't want to be underdressed or overdressed. That never ends well. But don't coordinate with your boyfriend/girlfriend because then you'll be one of "those" couples.
Well Al hadn't told him where they were going. But Arthur knew that Alfred had nothing in his closet remotely close to what he had chosen to wear.
4. Turn your cellphone off, but remember to bring it with you. A ringing phone can ruin the most special moments but no cellphone can be a catastrophe. Make sure it's charged, enough minutes on it if you don't have unlimited talk and text, waterproof case, and also delete all embarrassing photos on it. You don't know when your boyfriend/girlfriend could look through your phone and find some questionable content in it. That means clear your web history as well. You need to be ready for any scenario.
His cell was in his pocket and on silent. Not a vibration would be heard. He had his liquid proof casing. It was at 100 percent and he had cleared his internet history and screenshots. Maybe he was being a little apprehensive and slightly dramatic, but he had to do what he could so he wouldn't mess everything up.
5. Don't act nervous. Be yourself. I love you for you Arthur. Now get off your butt, we have places to be.
The Brit blinked a few times, shocked. He then looked up to see a familiar face in his window.
"Come on dude!" Alfred grinned, "You look sexy! You don't need a silly old list for me to notice that!" Arthur's jaw dropped, along with the piece of paper in his hands.
"H-how did you..? Where… huh?!" he got off the bed, cheeks flushing red, "Did you watch me get dressed too?!" Al laughed and opened the window, slipping inside the bedroom.
"Dude do you really think I would sink that low?" he smirked and held his elbow out, "I want to make this a night to remember for you. Now take the arm so we can get on our way. The hotel room is set up, the reservations were made, and it's all paid for." Arthur felt tears flood his eyes and his hands went up to cover his mouth.
Alfred was in a grey suit, conforming around his chest and hips. His hair was neat and combed out, obviously recently showered. His blue eyes sparkled behind his glasses and for once, he looked like he had put effort into his looks.
No one had done that for him, ever.
"A-Al!" he cried, the tears streaming down his cheeks, "Now my face is going to red and blotchy!" Al smiled softly and he pulled the Brit close, letting him settled into his chest.
"Still doesn't change how sexy you are," he kissed the top of his head and handed him the flowers, "I promise this night will be perfect. I don't care if I have to break into a restaurant to do so. You deserve to be happy~" He then lifted his chin, wiping away his tears and kissing him gingerly. "I love you~."
"…love you too you git. Now let's go before I smack you for making me cry."
~The End