A/N: Finally back and with a new chapter. I was so giddy writing the last one when Alfred kissed Arthur. This is now back to the normal chapters where it's now Arthurs' POV and we can move farther along in the story.

"Who know when this one will wake up Doctor Bonnefoy?"

"He will wake up soon Ma Cherie trust me; I am the doctor here after all,"

"Of course sir; I shall leave you with the patient in case his vitals change." A door closes and the room goes silent.

"Bl'dy 'ell" Arthur groans slightly and opens his eyes, only to see a smiling blond doctor.

"Parfait! You are finally away Mon Cheri."

"Where the 'ell am I?! Tell me right now Frenchman." He sits up and grabs the man's collar tightly; giving him a hard glare before his head starts to hurt and his grip loosens. The Frenchman smiles and pulls Arthurs' hand off.

"You are in the hospital. The ambulance picked you up and brought you here with you 'brother'. Your maman visited too. But no one has been allowed into your room since then because during the first visit your heart acted up. Ever since then only moi and my assistant have been allowed here."

"'Ow long 'ave I been 'ere Frog?"

"Frog? That was not very nice Mon Cheri, but you have been here 5 days. We are releasing you today to your mother. So you should get dressed, I paged my assistant to call your mother and she should be here soon. Bye bye." The doctor pulls away from Arthur and leaves the room.

Whatever, Frog. Arthur slowly pulls the covers back and gets out of the bed. What even happened? He feels a blush flood his cheeks as he tries to remember what happened. Ugh, what the hell happened to me? I should get dressed before I do anything else. Arthur grabs his clothes and while deep in his thoughts, slides them on slowly. He then feels a slight tingle on his lips and color floods his cheeks once more. What the bloody hell happened?

"I think I may be falling for you."

That one sentence runs through Arthurs' head as he picks up his bag and walks out the door to meet the doctor.

"Ah, parfait, I will now take you down to meet your maman. She is waiting for you." The blond doctor smiles at him and leads Arthur down the stairs to the waiting room where he sees Alfred and his mom standing there waiting.

"Excusé Moi. I have monsieur Arthur with moi and will now return him to you. Be careful though, his condition is still undetermined. Au Revoir." He smiles and walks away from the trio.

"Arthur! Poppet! I was so worried!" Elena runs up to her son and hugs him tightly. Arthur chuckles and pats her back.

"It's fine mum, it was nothing serious. I promise you."

She lets go and smiles at her son. "Of course dear. It's just a mother worries about her young ones." Elena looks at Alfred and then back at Arthur, "mummy needs to go to work now, so I am leaving you in Alfred's care. You are to stay at his house for the night. I do not want you back at your flat until I deem fit. I just worry about you poppet. Now ta ta dearie." She places a kiss on his forehead and leaves the hospital.

Alfred walks up to the Brit and lightly grabs onto his elbow. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing Alfred?" He tries to jerk his arm away from the American but to no avail.

"Yer ma wanted me to watch over ya. And frankly, I don't want you falling for the 100th time this month." He lets go of Arthurs' elbow and starts walking towards the door, "come on Artie, we should get going before they decide to keep ya here." He gives the Brit a smile.

Arthur shakes his head and follows Alfred to a black Impala. "Since when did you have an automobile?"

"Since I turned 16. My ma usually gets me whatever I ask for." He sighs as the two teens get into the car. "I know it's because she wants me to stay with her. Ever since the divorce, I wasn't a very good child. But I also wanted to leave my mother and live with my father and his new wife in California. I'm just staying with her until I finish High School and then I'm off to San Francisco."

The two teens remain silent for the rest of the ride until Alfred stops the car in front of a large house and cuts the engine. "Alfred, why are we here?"

"We are going to have some fun. It's Gilbert's house."

"Why are we-"

"We're here because Gilbert is being a dickhead. He and I aren't on the best of terms right now. His brother gave me the keys to the back gate here."

Arthur blinks at Alfred and feels his face fill with color at the sight of Alfred when he takes off his glasses. "S-so what are w-we going to do exactly?"

Alfred looks at Arthur, "well first of all we are going to do this." He leans over and places a kiss on Arthurs' lips.

What in the bloody hell is…he…do…ing… Arthur leans into the kiss and places his hand on Alfreds' cheek.

He feels the larger teen smile slightly and places his hands on Arthurs' hips, pulling him onto his lap.

Arthur pulls away and they are now looking into each other's' eyes. "I uh, w-we sh-should probably not do this in the car. I-It's not very comfortable."

The American chuckles and kisses Arthur one more time, "I think you're right Arthur. But we kinda hafta stay here right now. My car usually doesn't start after it's turned off for the second time."

Arthur opens the door and gets out of the car, "well I am not sleeping in a car."

"Well there is a shack in Gilberts' yard that they never use. We can sleep in there." Alfred gets out and locks the car. "It looks like rain so we better get-" Before he can finish the sentence it starts pouring rain on both the teens.

"Bloody hell!"

"C'mon Arthur. We better hurry." He grabs Arthurs' hand as they run into a small wooden shack and close the door. "Ya might wanna take off your shirt so you don't freeze to death." As he says this, Alfred takes off his bomber jacket and blue polo.

Arthurs' face turns red as he fiddles with the hem of his shirt, "I don't really think I should take off my shirt Alfred."

"Why? It'll be fine. You don't wanna get sick."

He looks at the ground and sighs. "Alright." Arthur turns his back to Alfred and removes his shirt, but holds it up against his chest.

"Oh my god. A-Arthur…y-your back…"

"I know Alfred. Please don't mention it." He walks over and sits down next to Alfred, still clutching his shirt.

"I'm sorry. It looks like they really hurt."

He looks up at the teen and smiles some, "it is quite alright. It's not like they affected me that…badly…" They look into each other's eyes and kiss each other softly.

A/N: This took forever to write. I had to erase and re-write some of this. I think it came out quite decent. R & R dudes and see ya tomorrow