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Arthur stood still for a moment, trying to process what just happened. Alfred gave him a shirt. With the Superman logo on it. He cant possibly be serious?
"No- Wait- What! Nothing embarrassing?! It's a bloody superman t-shirt! How is that not embarrassing!?" Arthur replied as he heard Alfred hurry off to the kitchen. Letting out a long sigh, the Brit pondered to himself if he should move or not. After a while, he finally decided to continue walking down the hall, holding out his hands per-normal.
While Arthur was taking his time to walk down the hall, Alfred had put Arthur's dirty clothes into his washing machine and turned it on. "There.. they'll take all night to wash and dry though.." Alfred mused out loud to himself. He shrugged and just settled on an: "oh well." And left his kitchen to find Arthur. He didn't see him in time and walked into him, Arthurs hands that were still out in front of him to help him, now on Alfred's stomach.
Suddenly walking into something warm, Arthur froze, wondering what it was he moved his hands slowly up the American's chest feeling fabric beneath them. "Alfred...?" He asked curiously, trying to figure out who it was.
Alfred blushed madly (Goddammit, why now?) as Arthur's hands travelled up his chest. He covered his mouth to make sure nothing escaped, he doesn't think he could live it down if he let out an un-manly squeak. Does he not know its me?
Moving both his hands, Arthur placed them gently on Alfred's cheeks. Lightly brushing his fingertips over the American's glasses, Suddenly then Arthur knew who it was. Alfred. Not moving his hands Arthur spoke with a small smile, having no idea that the other was blushing like mad. "Ah, it is you Alfred. I didn't quite know who it was for a moment. Please tell me that you didn't place my shoes in the washing machine along with my clothes?"
The (very red) American didn't speak for a few moments, just watching Arthur's fingers move over his glasses, then he quickly blurted out: "N-no dont worry.. I Didn't!" Alfred didn't expect his voice so break half way through his sentence, he could just say it's because he's a teenager? Yeah, its normal for teenagers.
With a innocent blink and noting something odd about the other, Arthur lifted his hands away placing them back down to his side. Knitting his eyebrows together he spoke slightly worried. "Alfred, are you alright? You sound like your coming down with something..."
"Uh y-yeah im fine.. dont worry about me, but um".. Alfred coughs to try and stop these constant voice breaks. "Is it a bit hot in here? heh.." He asks, tugging on the collar of his shirt slightly before he remembers that he should probably tell Arthur about his clothes. "Oh and um.. your clothes wont be done untill tomorrow.."
"Maybe a drink might sort it." Arthur suggested when he heard the crack in Alfred's voice before raising a brow. "Until tomorrow? That's a bit of a pain in the arse... How's the weather? When I arrived here it was just starting to snow..."
"Uh.." The taller blonde mumbled before turning his head slightly to look out a window near by. The snow is getting quite heavy. "Its like a blizzard out there.. Maybe you should stay over for the night? O-only if you want to though!"
"Er..." A bit taken back by the question Arthur let out a sigh. "Seeing as it seems that bad and the roads will be horrid... I'll stay the night Alfred. If that's alright with you?" He asked tilting his head curiously.
"Yeah its fine!" Alfred thought over what would happen for the night. He honestly didn't trust Arthur on his own, he didn't want him to get hurt in anyway so maybe there would be a way he could make sure Arthur didn't get hurt but for the Brit to still have a place to sleep? "Its Just, i dont have any spare bedrooms.. The one i do have is filled with Boxes.. So ..Heh," He scratched the back of his neck nervously, "Down here will be pretty cold if you were to sleep on the sofa.."
"If you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting Alfred, you are sleeping in your room. On the floor." He crosses his arms with a scowl. Defeated, Alfred sighs and chuckles. "Okay.. Well come on then, im really tired, do you need help getting up the stairs?" He was going to offer to help but maybe Arthur wouldn't want any?
"No... No, not at all..." Arthur muttered quietly. It was a lie, as he suddenly became uncomfortable with the whole subject of sleeping. Ever since that horrific day in the mansion, Arthur suffered with traumatizing nightmares of the whole event. He never told anyone about it, thinking that it was not important for others to know, it was his problem wasn't it? Sighing softly he had lowered his lifeless gaze to the floor, instead of crossing his arms he actually hugged himself. "I'll follow after you..." he commented.
Alfred noticed that Arthur had wrapped his arms around himself, he was going to ask why he had done that but remained silent. "If you're sure.." With a hand on his railing, he starts to head up the stairs, every now and then, turning around to see Arthur while he makes his way up.
Arthur didn't move from the spot he was standing in, he didn't want to go up stairs- more like he couldn't. It was far too dangerous, Arthur didn't understand why he clearly lied in front of Alfred, the American was only trying to help... but Arthur couldn't see that. In more ways than one.
The blonde American stopped when he noticed that he couldn't hear footsteps behind him. He stopped walking and turned around to look down the stairs at Arthur. 'I know he needs help and i need to be a hero..'
Taking a deep breath, Alfred walks back down his stairs and stands in front of the Brit. "Look, Im gonna help you even if you don't want me to, okay?" He stated in his firmest voice before taking the others hands and guiding him over to the stairs, to start and attempt to walk him up them.
"Alfred please, I don't need help. I'm just..." Arthur paused, thinking if he should tell the American or not about those bloody nightmares. "...not tired." He lied. Arthur was knackered, if his head hit any pillow he would instantly be out of it. But he couldn't allow himself to do just that, he had to stay away from the grasp of sleep. Without realising he had slowly tightened his grip on both Alfred's hands.
Feeling the grip on his hands get even tighter, Alfred swallowed and told Arthur: "Arthur, i can tell how tired you are, You have bags under your eyes. You need sleep just as much as i do, come on.. Im only trying to help and if there's anything wrong, then you can tell me ." He squeezes Arthurs hands reassuringly.
Knowing he had lost, Arthur sighed. "Fine... Lead the way." Arthur replied with a faint frown, his gaze just hovering over Alfred's shoulder. "Just, don't let go." He mumbles softly, slightly worried about how he was actually going to get up the stairs, he didn't even know that they were right in front of him.
"Alright!" Alfred cheers, "lets go and don't worry, im not gonna let go!" In a matter of minutes, Alfred had ever so carefully, guided Arthur up his stairs and into his bedroom. "Just stay here, im gonna sort out my bed on the floor, okay?" He asked before letting go of the shorter blonde's hands.
Arthur did as he was told and sat on the bed, he nodded innocently. "Ok."
Alfred smiled, even if Arthur couldn't see it, and grabbed a pillow from his bed and a spare blanket he kept at the bottom of his bed to lay them on the floor. "Im gonna go get changed," Alfred told Arthur once he was done with his makeshift bed, and went to get a pair shorts and a plain white shirt out of his drawers. "oh and the clothes you are wearing are okay to sleep in, in case you where wondering! I wont be long, i promise, just make yourself comfortable while im gone!" Alfred said cheerily before heading out of his bedroom to his bathroom down the hall.
Hearing Alfred leave the room, Arthur let out a sigh as he rubbed his useless eyes. He didn't want to sleep, he'd lived with hardly any rest for the past few weeks and it didn't bother him at all. Why should that change now? Arthur shook his head trying to flick back into reality, he picked up his feet and pressed his legs against his chest on the bed, which to the Brit's surprise was actually rather comfy. He curled up suddenly feeling a wave of cold hit him. "Bloody cold..." he muttered to himself, before speaking up in curiosity, "Alfred? Is everything alright?"
Walking out of his bathroom in his shorts and a shirt, Alfred realised how cold it is as it practically smacks him in the face. "Damn.." Alfred mumbled. "it is cold in here.." He stopped for a moment, just outside the room. "Which is just my luck seeing as i only have one spare blanket." Alfred muttered harshly to himself. He sighs and opens the door which creaks slightly, to hear Arthur ask for him. "Yeah, dont worry im fine!" He reassures the Brit while he makes his way over to the bed, his feet freezing against the floor with every step, to see Arthur curled up on his bed. "Heh," He chuckles breathlessly, "you comfy there?" The blonde teased the shorter male.
"What?" Arthur asked bluntly, managing to find a pillow in the process. Realising what Alfred had just said he blushed lightly "W-What no!" He protested and threw the pillow at where he thought the annoying American was. Actually hitting Alfred. He wouldn't admit that he actually was very comfy indeed. But no, he couldn't admit something like that. So he kept up his stubborn act.
The pillow hit Alfred square in the face, causing him to let out a very (un)manly squeal. "Hey! Thats no fair! And besides you need this pillow, its kinda cold and this pillow is super comfy and warm too!" He informed the Brit. He loved that pillow, it was the one he could use to hug if he was scared- But its not as if he would tell anyone. Alfred threw the pillow back at Arthur but making sure it lands beside The blind Brit so he wouldn't startle him. "Im gonna try and sleep, okay? Im really quite tired" Alfred lied as he forced a yawn before crawling underneath the blanket he had on the bed he had made on the floor earlier.
"Don't forget to take off your glasses." Arthur stated as he found the pillow again, holding it in his lap. After a few minutes of silence and still sat up, Arthur spoke up again. "What time is it anyway? It feels slightly late, but not too late."
"Dont worry dude, i wont forget!" Alfred slips off his glasses and places them beside him on the floor. Once hearing Arthur, he pulls out his phone from his jeans he had carelessly dropped on the floor not too far from where he was laying."Its about half ten, why?"
"I was just wondering..." Arthur replied, bringing the pillow closer to his chest hugging it. He had to stay awake, he just had to. He couldn't go through hell and back again, it was too painful. Letting out a light sigh, the Brit placed both his bandaged hands to his face, "Alfred?" He asked once again wondering if the American had fallen asleep yet.
The American was actually about to fall asleep before jolting awake from Arthur's voice. "G-uh.. Yeah, Arthur?" Was his unintelligent response. "Ah, I just wondered if you were asleep yet that's all..." Arthur trails off, suddenly struggling to stay awake as he lowered his head, after a moment he jerked his head up sleep trying to take over.
"Oh, well um.. I'm gonna try and get some sleep now" Alfred muttered into his pillow and forced a yawn. "G'night dude!" Alfred rolled over so he wasn't facing Arthur anymore so he could pretend to fall asleep. He really wasn't tired but if pretending to fall asleep was the only way to get Arthur to sleep, then so be it.
"Hm? Oh... Well, good night Alfred." Arthur gave a smile before rubbing his eyes, trying to stay awake. Half an hour passes and the Brit had finally fell asleep curled up on the bed.
After half an hour, Alfred still couldn't sleep since the floor is just too cold and uncomfortable. He propped up on his elbows and looked over at Arthur. "I wonder if he's asleep yet.." Alfred whispered to himself. The tired American pulled himself up to stand on his feet and to quietly walk over to the bed to see Arthur sleeping peacefully. "Yup, he's asleep.. That looks pretty comfortable.. a lot more comfortable than the floor.." He mused to himself. "Im sure he wont mind if i get in, ill just sleep as far away as possible, even if it means half off the bed.." Alfred told himself. He probably would end up falling off the bed while he slept but it would be worth it since the floor was just too damn uncomfortable. Slowly, he climbed into his bed making sure not to be too close to the sleeping Brit.
Feeling the bed dip, Arthur furrowed his eyebrows and let out a mumble. Curling up closer to himself Arthur held onto a pillow in distress.
Once Alfred felt Arthur move slightly, he turned around to see him hugging a pillow. Maybe Arthur was cold? Alfred tended to do that when he was cold at night too. Pulling the blanket further over Arthur's arms, he thought to himself: 'I hope he's okay, he didn't seem to keen on sleeping earlier but he looked so tired..' Usually Alfred wasn't so.. Nice to the Brit. But after the accident, Arthur's well-being was all he could think about.
It wasn't long after Alfred had taken place in the bed beside the sleeping Brit that he had managed to fall asleep. He had seen that Arthur was clearly tired so he let him rest. Arthur would occasionally stir during his sleep but not once would he wake up. That was until a certain memory flooded Arthur's mind while he slept..
A.N:
Since im pretty sure R&R means Read and Review(?) A review would be lovely! (Sorry, im still not too used to this-) I would love to know what you guys thought of this chapter and if there is anything wrong!
And i hope you enjoyed!
Also, please point out any mistakes and ill make sure to fix them!
Oh yeah and ao sorry that Alfred is so OOC in this- ;u;
A.N for Sam: I hope you're liking it so far, hun! Im not even too sure if you're still reading though-