A/N: I finally somehow got a little fluff chapter in here…YESH! I will make Arthur's life easier from this point on. He will get called a few names but that's about it I think. There will be two chapters today at least. This fic is ending soon; about 4-5 more chapters.
Why is it so warm? Arthur tries to adjust his position but realizes that there is a strong pair of arms wrapped around him. He opens his eyes and sees Alfred asleep next to him. I don't remember falling asleep here.
He leans his head up and whispers in Alfred's ear, "Alfred I think it is about time we wake up."
The American stirs next to him and slightly opens his eyes. "Too early…Go back to sleep." He places a kiss on Arthur's forehead and closes his eyes again.
I need to get up. Stupid boy. He wriggles in Alfred's grip and accidentally presses up against something hard, causing Alfred to groan a little bit. His face reddens; it was just his hip bone. That's it, it was his hip bone. "Alfred please wake up. It's almost noon and I need to get in the shower."
Alfred grunts in frustration, "You're too nit-picky Arthur. But I guess we should get up." He releases Arthur. "Don't take too long. I wanna get in too."
Arthur gets up off the couch and nearly falls backwards but is caught by Alfred. "I won't be too long."
"I think you're hung over dude. You shouldn't be walking around the apartment like this."
"I do whatever I bloody want Alfred." He pulls away from the teen and slowly stumbles to the bathroom. "I will be about 15 minutes. Please don't make a mess of things. Oh, and call your mum. Tell her where you are. She's bound to be worried." He slips into the bathroom and closes the door.
My head hurts. What the bloody hell did I drink last night? He takes off his clothes and underwear and steps into the shower. I might as well think about it over a cold shower. He reaches down and turns on the water; letting the cold water soak him.
~POV Switch~ POV skips are where I skip from Arthur to Alfred and what not.
Alfred sits on the couch staring at the empty spot where Arthur was. I should ask him to tell me what happened. He gets up and walks into the kitchen area. But what if that makes him mad. He has a huge temper and I don't want him mad at me again. He grabs out a box of cereal and a bowl.
He hears the shower water turn off. That was fast. I probably shouldn't bother him until after he eats.
Arthur walks out of the bathroom with damp hair and a towel around his waist.
~POV Switch~ Since Arthur is out of the shower it's his turn again.
"Alfred you should really not grab that large of a bowl, honestly."
"S-Sorry dude, this is what I normally eat when no one cooks."
"Well I need that bow for cooking so get a smaller one."
"Only if you give me a kiss" Alfred smiles at the dripping teen and points at his lips. "One kiss and I'll listen to you. But you also must do something for me."
"Honestly," He places a kiss on Alfred's lips and takes a step back "what in the blazes would you want me to do?"
"Play a game with me at school tomorrow."
Arthur blinks in astonishment. He wants…to play a stupid game? "Why do you want to play a game, and at school of all places?"
"Just say yes dude." He flexes his arms behind his head.
"Fine. But only because I am hoping it won't be anything too stupid." He takes Alfred's bowl and puts it back in the cupboard. "Did you call your mum like I said?"
He looks away from Arthur, avoiding eye contact. "Uh, no?"
"Do you want me to call her then?" Arthur picks up Alfred's phone off the counter and flips it open. "I can if you want. Or even if you don't" A smirk plays on his face as he dials Ms. Jones' number and puts it on speaker.
"Don't you dare Kirkland. Hang that up." He reaches for the phone but trips; knocking Arthur over and accidentally pulling off the towel.
Arthur stares wide-eyed at the American on top of him and clicks the 'end' button on the phone. "Alfred."
"Yea?"
"You did realize that I was only wearing a towel right?"
"Uhh no?"
He sighs and kisses the American teen. "I would like to get dressed now Alfred. So if you don't mind."
Alfred gets off of Arthur and hands him the towel. "Thanks Alfred." He wraps it around his waist once more and heads into his bedroom.
A/N: rdtcfbhjnkmknjhbgf I just came up with an amazing idea for the chapters nearing the end. It's an idea from another fic I read but it's nearly completely different. R & R dudesss