A/N: Here is chapter 3! It has humour, fluff, and Drunk!Arthur! I'm sorry if it hasn't gone the way any of you were hoping it would, but I hope that you will still enjoy it! I will be writing a final chapter/epilogue as soon as I can! Unbeta'd, so again I apologize for any typos or mistakes! Please let me know what you think!
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It was about midnight when there was a light rapping on the door of Canada's hotel room. He had been pouring over the notes he'd taken earlier in the day during the meeting, when he had heard it. Raising an eyebrow inquisitively, he glanced towards the door as another knock was heard, this time a little louder and sounding a bit impatient. Surely it couldn't be England. Canada had left him downstairs a few hours ago. The man must have gotten bored and left. Standing up, Canada moved toward the door, calling out in a much more polite tone than he'd been using earlier that day.
"Just a moment! I'll be right there."
As he grabbed the door handle he couldn't help but take a deep breath in as he second guessed himself, wondering if it was in fact England. As he opened the door, he had very little time to react as he soon discovered that it was right that he'd second guessed himself. Without warning, a very obviously drunk England lurched into the room, catching himself by throwing his arms around the suddenly baffled Canada. The younger nation immediately felt that he was to blame for this drunkenness, and did his best to try and hold up the rather inebriated man.
"Arthur! I-I thought you'd … "
But he found himself being cut off by rather irate but slightly slurred speech.
"You! You… stupid, bloody git! You're a damn wanker, you know that." This was followed by a hiccup.
"Wha-what? Arthur, I thought you would have left by now!"
"Pshhh. Here's you're damn money back! I don't need it!"
As he said this, England let go of Canada and managed to right himself and he whipped out his wallet and shoved back every last cent of the money that Canada had left with him earlier.
"Ah! You didn't give the waiter the money for my drinks?"
The very drunk older nation pulled a face and then waved his hand nonchalantly.
"Doncha worry 'bout that! I paid for your damn drinks, you silly sod!"
Canada couldn't help but feel a small amount of relief because he at least knew England wasn't lying about that. He'd forgotten how proud the man could be, and should have known that giving him money wouldn't have gone down well. However, he still couldn't help but feel a little guilty as he took back his money. What made him feel even more guilty is the fact that he was pretty sure he'd caused the older nation to get into this state.
"Why didn't you just go back to your own hotel? … Hey! Wait, where are you going?"
Even in a drunk stupor, England managed to slink past Canada and was now flopped over on the younger man's bed. The Canadian in turn moved to stand over him, hands on his hips, giving the older man an incredulous look. Sitting upright slightly, the green-eyed man try to look stern as he held up a finger and shook it slightly.
"I don't believe we were finish talking, young chappy."
Canada couldn't help but notice how England accent seemed to become stronger when he was drunk. Staring down at where the other man was sitting, he moved his hands from his hips to place them across his chest, and then tilted his head.
"Is that so? I thought we'd finished, judging by your silence before."
The Englishman seemed to scoff at the idea. Anyone who know him, should know that he always had to get the last word in, even if it took him a little while to do so.
"Well, truth be told, what you said to me was pretty surprising, so I was taken a back a wee bit. But now I have come up with a retort!"
Canada raised an eyebrow again, curiously.
"Oh, really? But it's taken you several drinks to come with it, has it?"
England seemed to scoff at the idea again and then shook his head.
"Oh no! I knew what I wanted to say only a few minute after you left me. The drinking … well, it just helped me relax a bit! Hoho."
The Canadian looked un-amused for the most part, but couldn't help the small smirk that crept across his features.
"Well then, tell me what you have to say, and then I'll send you on your way."
"Oh, keeping up that snot-nosed attitude still, are you? I think I like you better when you're being meek, although it's nice to see you do have an aggressive side, my dear little Matty."
The Canadian rolled his eyes, but couldn't help the small blush that spread across his nose and cheeks. He knew he was normally shy and quiet, but to be called meek made him feel very, well, unmanly.
"That's all well and good, but in all seriousness, would you please just tell me what you need to say. It's getting late, and you know we have another meeting tomorrow! I need to get to bed, and you need to get back to your hotel so you can do the same!"
Leaning back on his hands on the bed, England closed his eyes and merely shrugged, as if he were unconcerned about sleep or meetings. In turn, Canada shifted slightly and sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head as if all was hopeless. Closing his eyes was probably not the best idea, otherwise he would have been able to see what was coming next. England had opened his own eyes again, as suddenly a very predatory look came across his face. It was then that the unsuspecting Canada suddenly felt arms wrap around his waist as the older nation pulled the younger blond down on top of him on the bed. All that the Canadian could do now was stare down at the man beneath him, while England, in turn, smirked up at him.
"Oof! You're Heavier than you look, Matthew!"
Canada did not find any of this very amusing, and immediately thought that England was simply trying to humour him after the confession he'd made earlier.
"This isn't funny, Arthur!"
The Englishman's smirk softened into a smile, as he freed one hand to reach up and run it through the Canadian's soft blond locks.
"Shhh… hush now, pet. I'm not trying to be funny."
Canada merely glared down at him, finding it hard to believe.
"You're drunk, Arthur! Don't toy with me!" the Canadian threatened, but England wouldn't have any of it. He tweaked the younger nation's ear and suddenly his expression became more serious.
"I'm not toying with you, you git! I'm being serious here! I may be a little inebriated, but that doesn't mean I'm not being honest!"
Canada frowned slightly and tried to move off the man, but found himself being held rather firmly. He turned his face away to glare at the Headboard of his bed, which again, was probably a bad idea, because in one swift and sudden movement, he found his position switched with England's, who was now hovering over him, and pinning him to the bad.
"Now you listen here, Matthew! And I am being serious! Hey! Look at me when I'm talking to you!"
The harsh tone that England was suddenly using was quick to grab Canada's attention. He didn't make a sound as he stared up at the older man, he's deep violet eyes meeting with England's bright emerald green ones.
"I might be drunk! This is true, but what I'm about to say has never been further from the truth! So listen up!"
Canada remained quiet but nodded his head to show that he'd listen now. Suddenly, he could feel his heart beat steadily increasing as it pounded in his chest.
Green eye bore into him as England continued to speak.
"Good! Now, here's how it is! I'm sorry… and I mean, I am extremely sorry, for everything I've done, and for how I've made you feel! I'm sorry that I pay more attention to Alfred, but in my defence, it's hard not too. As you said before, he's loud and obnoxious and so full of himself, it's hard to ignore him. You on the other hand, have always been quiet, reserved, well-mannered and humble. I'm glad you're not like Alfred! When you snapped at me earlier in the day, I can say I was truly concerned. I know it doesn't seem like it, but I do notice you, and I do appreciate you, and I definitely worry about you when something seems off, but normally, you seem well, and I know you can take care of yourself. I know that you are strong, and I know you're an amazing individual! I admit, I am a horrible wanker for not acknowledging that all the time, and I know that every apology in the world won't change a thing! That being said, despite my acting like a stupid sod all the time, I hope you can understand… and…"
The Englishman faltered here for a moment, as Canada looked up at him curiously, but remaining silent.
"And … well, I … I love you too … I always have! I-I'm just not good with these sorts of things … and I get side-tracked so easily … that I just haven't had time to …"
But England found himself being cut off rather abruptly, as a pair of soft lips met with his own. His eyes went wide for a moment, as it was a rather unexpected move, but it was not long before he sunk into it. After what felt like several moments, Canada finally drew his head back, lingering only for a moment longer before he finally looked up into England's face and found his own voice again.
"You were starting to blither … I had to stop you before you embarrassed yourself completely, heh."
The Englishman blinked as he felt him self being gently shoved away. Canada stood up, brushing himself off and moving over to his suitcase where it sat on one of the chairs in the room. Pulling out some shorts and a t-shirt, he tossed them at England, who caught them clumsily, and then stared down at them unsure of what to do with them.
Canada laughed a little as he looked over at the older man.
"I've decided you're far too drunk to be sending you off by yourself. You can stay here for tonight."
Looking up at Canada, and then back down at what were intended to be sleeping clothes, the Englishman suddenly smirked and then looked back up again at the younger blond, again with a predatory expression.
"That's terribly kind of you, thank you… but may I ask what exactly I'll be needing these for?"
"Huh?"
The Canadian blinked and looked at the clothes as what England had just said started to sink in. As it did so, he could not help the furious red blush that crept across his face.
"We have a meeting tomorrow! We need to sleep!"
Tossing the clothing onto the bed, England moved towards Canada, still smirking.
"So? It's not until noon… and you're still young! Pulling an all-nighter shouldn't be too hard for you."
"Ah! Arthur! You're drunk, remember! This probably isn't a good idea."
Despite Canada's protests, nothing could stop the older nation from pouncing on his unfortunate prey.
To be Continued...
A/N: I hope you guys liked it! Sorry for the lack of actual smut! I'm not that good at writing it! I hope the fluff will make up for it! 3