A/N: Yeah. I had too much fun with the first one. So I'm doing another ten. XD
Painting Flowers- All Time Low
"Flight 527 has arrived."
Arthur shouldered his carry-on bag and thanked the flight attendant for her services as he exited the plane. He took a deep breath of air- it even smelled different here in America, never mind the accents and the food and the general culture... he gulped and took his first step onto American ground- or rather, flight terminal. He walked down the long hallway with the other passengers of his flight and felt excitement bubble up in him. He had done it. He'd finally left England.
The Briton made his way out of the hall and found himself in the airport itself. There were people milling around everywhere and he stopped, grabbing his bag tightly. Here he was. In America. Okay.
Right.
Arthur scanned the crowd of talking people and was so distracted he jumped a foot in the air when a hand lay on his shoulder as if he'd been electrocuted. He turned around and felt his heart swell as he caught sight of eyes as blue as the sky glittering behind wire glasses. "Alfred..."
"Arthur!" Alfred laughed loudly and wrapped his arms around him, spinning them in a circle and making a rather big scene, but Arthur didn't care, because it was Alfred, and it had been too long. "Welcome home."
Suddenly I See- KT Tunstall
Oh, he didn't like her. He didn't like her at all.
It wasn't that she was nasty or unlikable on the outside. No, she was perfectly friendly, cheerful, and deceptively innocent. She smiled and had big, beautiful eyes and flawless skin. Everything around her just lit up when she was around.
But Arthur hated that she had turned her attention on Alfred and was weaseling her way in HIS American's arms, touching HIS American's chest, laughing at the stupid, dorky jokes HIS American made. Unacceptable.
"Pardon me, love," Arthur tapped her on the shoulder, smiling gentlemanly at her.
"Yes?" She gazed at him, looking mildly annoyed that he had interrupted their oh-so-special conversation. "Can I help you?"
"I'm afraid I have to take this man off of your hands," He kept his face polite. "You see, he's just made his boyfriend, very, very jealous."
"Boyfriend...?" The girl turned to look at Alfred, who only had eyes for Arthur, and was looking a bit turned on by his display of possessiveness. "Well, his boyfriend can wait, I think..."
"No, he can't," Arthur grabbed her arm and stared her down. "Because I'm his boyfriend. And he's mine."
Bad Day- Daniel Powter
Alfred put his head in his hands and stirred his coffee absentmindedly, listening to the rain against the shop's windows. The place smelled good, like peppermint and chocolate and cappuccinos, but he didn't really care, so he sighed and stared into the dark liquid in his cup. Suddenly, a doughnut was set on his table and he looked up, confused. "I didn't order anything."
"It's on the house," The man standing there was wearing the coffee shop's standard collared shirt and khaki pants. He raised a thick eyebrow at Alfred. "... You looked like you could use a bit of cheering up."
Alfred blinked at the sudden act of kindness and sat up. It was a jelly-filled one, his favorite. "Thank you..."
The man nodded and turned to walk away, but Alfred, seized with a sudden impulse, reached out and grabbed his wrist. "Sorry..." he let go of him. "But... won't you sit with me for a while? My name is Alfred, by the way."
"Arthur," the man looked at him for a moment before offering a small smile. "And I'd be happy to sit with you."
Uprising- Muse
Lights blinked and flashed in his eyes, his every sense hyped up until he could feel the vibrations from the huge stereo's in the bottoms of his feet, through the plastic sole of his shoe. He could smell the sweat running down the side of his face, taste the thick, fog-induced air. He ran his finger repeatedly through the six strings, moving his body up and down, right and left, lost in the music thrumming through his veins like some sort of drug.
"They will not force us! They will stop degrading us! They will not control us! We will be victorious! COME ON!"
Arthur's voice echoed throughout his brain, triggering every cell in his body to play better, harder, to weave the notes from his guitar to seamlessly intertwine with the vocals amplified throughout the stadium. He looked up stage and saw the Brit hanging onto the mike stand not unlike a stripper pole, almost rutting against it as he sang, his mouth moving on top of microphone like he was kissing it. His shirt was gone, lost to the crowd, and the union jack tattoo on his lower back was visible over top of his low rise skinny jeans.
The older teen caught his eye and smirked at him, beckoning him over with a single finger, his piercings glittering in the stage lights. The girls in the audience screamed and cheered as he did this- and only got louder as Alfred obeyed and walked over slowly, still playing his electric, grinning back at him.
"Rise up and take the power back- it's time the fat cats had a heart attack! You know their time's coming to an end... we have to unify and watch our flag ascend!"
Alfred reached him as he was singing the refrain and the punk traced his chest with his index finger, easily able to run over his muscles in the tight fitting black shirt. He licked his lips in between a verse and Alfred leaned into the microphone to harmonize with his voice, their mouths inches from one another as they sang.
"They will not force us... they will stop degrading us... they will not control us... we will be victorious...!"
Perfect harmony.
When You Say You Love Me- Josh Groban
Arthur sighed contentedly, his body thrumming with a low burning heat. He stroked his fingers through Alfred's hair, over and over again playing with the strands that caught between the slender digits as his partner's head moved over his chest, kissing him tenderly. He could hardly breathe, the world around him nonexistent apart from himself and Alfred, but it was in a good way.
The arms around him were his safe haven, his blanket of security. Every movement Alfred made was echoed by Arthur; everything he did had a response. As the American pressed slow, open mouthed kisses along his neck and made his way up his jaw, Arthur ran the palms of his hands over his bare shoulder blades, his eyes fluttering as he struggled to contain the increasing amounts of pleasure and happiness threatening to take him over.
Alfred came back to his lips and Arthur felt his warm breath over his mouth as he opened up for him, moaning as he kissed him deeply. His hands wrapped around his neck as Alfred hovered over him, almost no space in between the pulsing heat of their bodies.
"Arthur..." Alfred pulled back and stared at Arthur, his eyes warm and feverish. "I love you."
Arthur smiled softly and pulled him back down. "When you say you love me..." he murmured in his ear. "... Do you know how I love you?"
Nightmare- Avenged Sevenfold
America was drowning.
He could hardly breathe as he struggled against the weight dragging him down, flailing wildly against the torrents dragging at his clothes and pulling him deep into darkness. He twisted, swinging his fist and rearing back in shock as it actually connected with something; then he gagged as he saw the dead, pale face of a corpse looking blankly at him as rotten hands gripped his shirt and continued yanking him down.
It was then he realized that he was not drowning in water, but in bodies. Men, women, and children all reached for him, shoving his body into the moving masses of dead. He screamed, punching and kicking at the undead around him, but with every body he forced away, another came back, intent on making him one of them.
America knew who they were. They were the Japanese men and women he'd used the first atomic bomb on. They were the Southerners in the Civil War he'd slaughtered. They were the doomed soldiers of the Vietnam War. They were the victims of 9/11. They all cried out to him- "Why didn't you save us? Why couldn't you protect us?"
He did not have an answer, and when he woke up drenched in sweat, still shouting and half-sobbing, he could only cry into England's shoulder as the older nation comforted him and listened to his vows to never fail to be a hero again.
Taking Chances- Glee Cast
Arthur stared up into the dark sky, picking out the constellations he knew and counting the number of planets he could see from being on top of a patchwork quilt while in the back of Alfred's pick-up truck.
"It's nice, right?" The truck rocked as Alfred climbed into the back and lay down next to Arthur. "I love comin' out here. It's a great place to just think."
Arthur turned his head to watch as the American put his arms behind his head and grinned lopsidedly at the stars before looking back to the sky himself, a small smile on his lips. "It's lovely."
They lay there for a while, just listening to the crickets and the breeze until Alfred propped himself up on his elbow and looked at Arthur with a strange expression on his face. "... Arthur? You like me, right?"
"Would I be here if I didn't...?" Arthur looked at him, puzzled at where this was going. "Is something wrong?"
Alfred sighed and sat up, taking off his cowboy hat and setting it down. The sweet country air blew through his hair and he stared down at Arthur with an expression he now recognized as nervousness, something he'd never thought he'd ever see on Alfred of all people.
"This is gonna get real embarrassing real fast if I'm wrong..." Alfred muttered and took Arthur's hand. The Brit blushed. "I figured out pretty fast I liked guys, y'know? But I was never real good at figuring out who out there was like me... so please stop me if you're into gals."
Arthur said nothing.
"Well then, I brought you out here 'cause I'd really like it... I mean, if you want to..." Alfred looked frustrated. "I ain't no good with words. Lemme start over. Artie, I-"
Arthur leaned forward and kissed him, saying everything that needed to be said.
No Good Deed- Wicked; Original Broadway Soundtrack
Arthur desperately read aloud the words from his spell book, feeling the light fly from his fingers and sparks fall from his mouth as the enchanted words flowed through his body and interacted with the magic in his blood. He didn't know what he was reading, he simply read- something had to work. Something had to save him.
"Lleps cigam..." He murmured, green light reflecting in his toxic eyes. "Mih evas... niap sih yawa ekat... mih evas! Mih evas!"
With a furious cry, Arthur flung the book across the room, magic sparking the air around him. It was his fault. Everything was his fault... and all he'd ever wanted to do was to help.
"Alfred..." he banged his fist against a stony wall, gritting his teeth. "Alfred... Alfred... I can't save you..."
Right now, Alfred was probably being hung. Probably being beaten to death. And it was Arthur's fault. Never again would Arthur try and save anyone. He would never, ever meddle in affairs that had nothing to do with him, no matter how terrible, how awful, how many lives would be lost, because in the end, he'd be the cause of them anyway.
Arthur screamed in anguish and the walls shook, green beams of light shooting from his skin and lighting up the room. "ALFRED!"
He would never do a good deed again.
Faster- Matt Nathanson
Alfred loved kissing Arthur.
He always tasted so delicious- like tea and mint gum and a hint of burned scones. Alfred loved seeing his smile, because it always looked so natural and adorable on his face even though it only appeared now and then, and especially after they kissed. He would kiss Arthur whenever he could, sneaking in pecks on his cheek in hallways in between classes, giving him a brief but firm plant on the lips after school, and then there were moments like these where they were in private under the oak tree and Arthur swelled and moved with him and just... ah. It was perfect.
"What are you smiling at?" Arthur asked him, eyes sparkling in the sun. "You look ridiculous."
Alfred grinned down at him. The grass around his hair was nothing compared to the green in his eyes. "I just like kissing you... feel this?"
He took Arthur's hand and pressed it against his chest, where his heart was beating rapidly. "You make my heart beat faster."
Arthur looked at him for a moment before wrapping his arms around his neck. "Then get down here and kiss me some more."
Travelin' Soldier- Dixie Chicks
Arthur sat at the counter in his kitchen, his small body shaking with sobs as he held onto the yellow telegram in his hand.
MIA. Alfred was MIA. Missing in action.
Arthur wasn't stupid. If a soldier was missing in action, the soldier was almost certainly dead. And that meant Alfred, his beautiful, bright Alfred whose smile could light up an entire room, was dead. He choked a little as he thought of his smile, his bright blue eyes, his deep laughter, and he crumpled the letter in his hand.
He heard the front door swing open and didn't bother to check and see who it was- he'd called Matthew earlier, before the emotions could overtake him. It was ironic that he'd been the one to receive the letter, after all the trouble Alfred and he had gone to make sure no one but Matthew knew that they were together.
"Arthur...?"
The Brit looked up, his eyes red and puffy from crying, and saw the form in the doorway. He blinked away his tears and wiped at his eyes. This was ridiculous- he knew Matthew looked like Alfred, but now his head was wishing so hard for it to be Alfred standing there that suddenly Matthew was wearing rectangle glasses instead of oval ones, his hair was shorter and had a cowlick, he was wearing... green clothes...
"A-Alfred?" Arthur gasped and stood there for a moment as his Alfred, Alfred F. Jones, smiled tentatively back at him. "You...?"
Words were no longer enough, and he threw himself into the soldier's arms, tears running down his face, and Alfred caught him easily, burying his face into his hair. "Oh, Arthur... I missed you..."
"You're alive..." Arthur whispered, inhaling the smell of his army uniform. "Alfred... Alfred... you're okay..."
"Didn't you get the letter?" Alfred murmured, holding him tightly. "They're supposed to send one, to tell you I was coming home."
"It said you were MIA," Arthur looked up at him, eyes filled with wonder. "I thought... I thought..."
Alfred gazed at him. "I'm here now, and after we're done kissing, we're going to write a strongly worded letter to the Army Offices."
"Kissing-?" Arthur was cut off as lips met his own, and he melted. His soldier was home.
Painting Flowers- Arthur arrives in America for the first time to visit Alfred.
Suddenly I See- Alfred has an admirer... and Arthur isn't happy.
Bad Day- Alfred's having a bad day, so a coffeeshop employee cheers him up.
Uprising- Arthur and Alfred are in a band. :3
When You Say You Love Me- Arthur's gettin' some lovin'.
Nightmare- America has a nightmare of the times he couldn't be a hero... :(
Taking Chances- Farmboy Alfred takes Arthur out in his truck for a little confession.
No Good Deed- Arthur's a wizard, but none of his magic can save Alfred.
Faster- Alfred lurves kissing Arthur.
Travelin' Soldier- Arthur's heartbroken over Alfred being MIA... or is he?
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