Part Two

After the long (very long—too long) meeting, Alfred immediately jumped off his seat and rushed to Arthur's side. However, he frowned when he saw France and England arguing, their hands at each other's necks. Yes, they fought quite often, and one got used to it but America didn't like it. For a simple reason.

France used the fights to grope England.

America could actually see it happening right at that very instant. As he neared the quarrelling duo, he could see lust in France's eyes, the Frenchman's arms sliding away from England's neck to slowly run down the Brit's body, inching dangerously close to Arthur's ass. England seemed oblivious to it happening, concentrating too much on shouting at and maiming France.

Alfred just had to stop it before it went any further.

"Hello guys!" America shouted loudly to attract their attention. "Fighting again?" He laughed a bit forcefully, throwing his arm over England's shoulder and pulling him away from France's grip (subtly, of course). He then wrapped his other arm around Arthur, bringing him into a tight hug and nuzzled his nose into Arthur's hair. "Silly old man," America said cheekily, knowing that it would make Arthur angry. This way, all of Arthur's attention would be on him and France would be forgotten.

And it worked. No duh, America always knew how England would react to his actions. He was awesome that way.

"You git!" Arthur yelled as predicted, pushing on Alfred's chest in a weak attempt to escape his embrace. "How many times must I tell you that I'm not old?"

Alfred guffawed, enjoying having Arthur in his arms. It's been so long. "Aw…but you're just so cute when you react this way."

"S-Shut up, wanker," Arthur stammered and even without looking at him, Alfred knew he was blushing. His adorable Arthur, always acting so flustered at the slightest thing, yet at the same time denying his feelings.

Alfred hummed, rocking Arthur in his arms before he turned his eyes towards France, who was staring at them in amusement. His eyes narrowed as he tightened his hold on Arthur protectively, clearly sending France a 'stay away from him' vibe.

"—you're gripping me too tightly, America!" Arthur complained, shifting about in his hold. "Control your strength, would you? Bloody tosser…"

America ignored him for now though he did loosen his grip just a little—sometimes he forgot that he had amazing super strength, sue him—instead focusing on France and putting his fantastic plan to chase away England's suitors into action. Oh yeah.

"Hey France, don't mean to be rude dude but don't fight with my wife, 'kay?" America said nonchalantly. France's eyebrow quirked upwards, looking quite puzzled and Alfred could already hear Arthur start to protest at his words.

"What did you just call me—?" Arthur was nudging his ribs now, squirming harder in his grasp though Alfred couldn't really feel it.

France, on the other hand, just folded his arms and shook his head, a huge smirk on his face. He clucked his tongue at America and just walked away with an "Au revoir."

As he watched France leave, Alfred's face stretched into a triumphant smile. He cheered in his mind. It worked! Calling England his wife actually worked in trying to drive people away!

It worked, it worked, boo yeah, it worked~ America sung in his mind. I'm freaking awesome!

His little victory song was interrupted by Arthur continuing to pound onto his chest though. Not cool.

Actually, Arthur had been shouting at him for quite a while now but he had just been too absorbed in his thoughts to notice. Oops?

"—not a woman and most definitely not your wife… Git, are you even listening to me—?"

"Sorry! Sorry! I was listening! Really!" Alfred quickly rushed out, finally releasing Arthur from his grip.

"Oh really?" Arthur asked skeptically, raising one of his bushy eyebrows. "Prove it then. What did I just say?"

"Uh…"

"Just as I thought."

"Oh come on, Arthur!" Alfred whined. "You can't blame me for not paying attention. You're boring!"

"Belt up! And I said that I'm not your wife. And I'm asking you politely as a gentleman to cease from calling me your wife ever again. Ever. Are we clear?"

Alfred chuckled. "Sure, sure…"


Obviously, America didn't keep to his word.

The World Meeting went on for days. And you can bet that America put those days to good use.

No matter how much Arthur protested, Alfred would use any available chance to call him his wife. He would also say it so casually that one would think he's been doing it for years instead of a few days.

"Hand me the documents please, wife?"

"Let's go out for lunch today, eh wife?"

America was able to sneak it into every conversation just like that. He also put the opportunity that the World Meeting presented to good use by making sure as many nations as possible knew that England was his, yes his, wife. When it was his turn to present on the last day of the World Meeting, he boldly referred to England as his wife in front of all the nations.

"Yes, England and I would be working on this project and hopefully that would be able to help improve pollution in our cities. Now, since all that technical stuff that my wife and I will be doing is all sorted out, here's a way better plan to stop global warming—!" America said proudly, though he was staring pointedly at certain nations when he emphasised on the word 'wife'. He glanced over at England to see his reaction to his what he had said. Maybe now that everyone knew, Arthur would start to accept it…

Yeah, no. Alfred couldn't really see the expression on Arthur's face since he was facing downwards, pretending to focus hard on the document in front of him (it was quite obvious that he was pretending since England would always be one of the first people to call his ideas 'stupid' or 'implausible'), but he knew that Arthur was no doubt blushing like crazy and was attempting to hide his flush and act as if it didn't bother him.

However, once America returned to his seat next to England (after the first day, America made sure to come early so that he could always sit by England's side), Arthur glared heatedly at him and kicked him in the shin. He did it discreetly though, so no one really paid them any mind.

"Why did you do that, you wanker?" Arthur hissed under his breath. "I've told you again and again not to call me by that idiotic title and now you've gone and announced it to the entire bloody world. Are you mad?!"

"Why does it bother you so much?" Alfred asked, pouting. "We're lovers, aren't we? Why can't I call you my wife?"

"B-Because—just stop it! Just stop it, alright? I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea. Can't you just listen to me for once?" Arthur's face was turning red and Alfred couldn't help but laugh a little at it.

"That's not a legit reason my darling wife! And what do you mean, wrong idea? We're dating, we're lovers, we have sex, and we even have that Special Relationship! Calling you my wife is only natural! In fact, you should call me your husband! I'm totally fine with that—"

"You bloody prat! Don't you understand that that's not the point—" Arthur was shouting now. "—the point is that I don't wish to be called your wife and—"

"England! America! We are in the middle of a meeting! Leave your squabbles to later!" Germany yelled at them, interrupting what England was about to say.

England's face burned and he whispered an embarrassed apology while America cheerfully promised that he won't continue bickering, looking unabashed.

The meeting continued once again, with England totally ignoring America in favour of paying attention to the current presentation.


"Come on, Arthur! Talk to me! Let's go out for dinner—have a nice date, y'know?" Alfred pleaded with Arthur after the World Meeting officially ended, with Japan thanking all of them for coming to his country before dismissing them.

Arthur didn't reply, still clearly angry.

"Please Arthur! Please! This is the last day we can spend together until the American-British Meeting. That's three months away! Come on, please! You don't want to leave on bad terms, do you?" Alfred continued pestering Arthur, tugging nonstop at his arm.

Arthur eventually sighed. "Alright. I'm still mad at you. Very much pissed, in fact. However, you're right. We shouldn't spend our last day together fighting. Although, it would be entirely your fault if we did. Don't mistake me—I'm not forgiving you. I just want a free dinner, that's all. I'm not doing this for you."

Alfred just nodded his head, lips spread into a wide grin. He knew better than to argue with that.


"I don't understand why you decided to go to a fast-food joint for our date," Arthur muttered, his gloved hand in Alfred's. It was snowing in Tokyo now. Not much, but it was enough for the ground to be lightly covered by white, fluffy snow. "It's ridiculous."

Alfred chuckled, tightening his grip on Arthur's hand, enjoying the warmth from it. "Well, I didn't hear my wife complaining when we ate it," he teased as they strolled in a park. "I recall a certain Brit quite enjoying himself…"

"Shut up," Arthur said, though there was no harshness behind it. "At least the portions here are smaller than your country's so I can actually stomach eating it…"

"Don't remind me," Alfred moaned. "I had to order fifteen meals to feel satisfied. And the lady at the counter was looking at me all funny."

Arthur shook his head in amusement. "It's a mystery how you're not obese. Really, the amount of food you eat…"

He stopped as shouting was heard. Since both Alfred and Arthur knew Japanese, the words they heard mystified them. Someone was loudly yelling out his love to some girl name Akemi. The voice seemed to be amplified as well; it was too loud to be otherwise. Curious, Alfred started pulling Arthur towards the source of the screaming, wanting to know what was going on. Arthur allowed himself to be pulled along, feeling curious as well.

Alfred followed the shouting until it led them to a crowd of people. The people, some who were Japanese (with their cameras out snapping pictures, as the Japanese tended to do), some who were tourists (with their cameras out snapping pictures, as tourists tended to do) were crowding around a stage decked out with flowers. There was a banner hanging atop the stage, and it looked like some Valentine's Day event. Except it couldn't be, since it was January.

"Love your wife day…?" Arthur read the banner, wondering if he had read it wrongly. "Is that an actual thing?"

"Oh!" Alfred exclaimed. "Japan told me about this! Y'know how Japan is, always so modest and conservative? So apparently this day allows Japanese men to leave all their restrictions behind and express their love to their wives. It's even broadcasted on TV! It's kinda romantic, huh? Weird, but romantic."

Alfred suddenly lowered his voice. "You know, if I was allowed to, I'd go right on that stage and declare my love for you. I'd announce it to all of Japan and to the world, if I have to."

Arthur couldn't help but flush red at Alfred's words. But he wasn't done yet.

Alfred dipped down his head until his mouth was at Arthur's ear. "I love you, Arthur. My wife." He rested his forehead on Arthur's before leaning down for a long, languid kiss.

And for once, Arthur had no objections to Alfred calling him his wife. He just wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck and melted into the kiss.

When Alfred finally pulled away, he stared down into Arthur's green eyes, panting a little. He continued, "But I know you don't really like public displays of affection so I'll just tell it to you, and you alone. And I'm sorry for not listening to you and saying that you're my wife in front of everybody. I'll just call you that when we're alone from now onwards. Is that okay?" He looked at Arthur, eyes shining with hope.

Arthur had a disgruntled look on his face. He pursed his lips; his cheeks were dusted a light pink. "Alright. Fine, you can call me that when we're alone. But only then. You sappy git."

Giggling in joy, Alfred embraced Arthur in a bear hug. "I knew you liked me calling you my wife. You do, don't you? I know you do! I love you so much, my cute little wifey!"

"Mm, you just promised that you'd only call me that when we're alone!

"But, for all it's worth—I love you too, Alfred."


Author's Note: So that's the end! I guess... I hope you all enjoyed it!

And 'Love Your Wife Day' is an actual thing in Japan. Haha!

P.S. Also, such cheesy endings I have! Oh my! Goodness, and that possessive America - I think I might have a problem.