"Come on, Arthur, you know you want to," Alfred said as he played with the other boy's hand by the gym changing room. All of his other friends had gone to play football, so he would be safe for a while inside with Arthur without either of them getting verbal taunting from the jocks and their followers. Even so, the American still looked around in fear of being watched every time he heard a noise outside the door. Each time the noise went, his eyes returned to the green ones in front of him, and he gave the most innocent look he could muster in order to change the other boy's mind. Which wasn't likely to happen soon; the smaller male was so stubborn about his ways that it would take a miracle to change it.

"Why would you want me to go to your bloody party anyway?" the Brit huffed, even though he knew it was clear that he was flattered by the invitation.

"Because I want you to be there so I can tell you something really really really important." Arthur's expression dropped to that of confusion. "And I can't tell you now, because I'm scared to tell you while there's no proper distraction and I'm not anywhere near as confident as I look." Alfred looked down with a shy blush that the other boy had never once seen before. Even when asked about his relationship and popularity statuses back home by the guys he spoke to in their form, he looked shy and somewhat nervous, but never this bad.

The growing lump in Arthur's throat prevented him from rejecting it. "Well, I s-suppose I could convince mum to let me, but I can't guarantee it." The American suddenly pulled him into a tight embrace, nuzzling his hair gently.

"I promise I won't let them mock you, and I won't leave you on your own either," he whispered softly, causing the smaller male's legs to turn to jelly. He was sure that he wasn't attracted to the other boy, but his body seemed to disagree completely.

It didn't take much convincing for his mother to agree. Arthur knew from the moment that she agreed to it that it was based around her wanting him to make more friends, so there was no way for him to back down without upsetting her. The weekend of the party arrived strangely quickly and the young blonde soon found himself dressing in his favourite sweater-vest, dress shirt and cord trousers. He left an hour late for the party in order to give the other boy some time with his friends before they realised that he was taking to the weird kid and abandoned him, then walked over to a house that was clearly his due to the fact that the music was ridiculously loud and not at all British.

He didn't even need to knock the door. As he walked up to the door, it was flung open and there stood the grinning American. His clothing was basic but worked as well as high designer clothing on his slim, muscular figure. Arthur genuinely had to stop himself before he started staring. "Hey, get in here and get a drink with me! Then I want to show you something." The smaller boy nodded slightly and allowed himself to be led to the drink area by his wrist, where they both got drinks. They then went out through the masses of people and to the back of the garden, where both boys sat on a wooden step.

"So, what you wanted to tell me?" Arthur asked quietly as he gazed into the ocean eyes. The other boy shuffled uncomfortably on the step before taking a deep breath and looking back towards the smaller.

"Well, I..." he started, then obviously got embarrassed and flushed up. It took a few minutes and several long sips of his drink to calm down. "Well... I... uh... found out that s-someone... s-some girl has a huuuuuge crush on you a-and I was told to see i-if you perhaps... like her back?" he stuttered shyly as soon as he started speaking again. The Brit gave a blank stare.

"Are you expecting me to believe that?" he asked quietly, "No girl has ever even looked in my general direction, never mind found me pleasant to look at. I suspect that either you're too nervous to say or someone told you that as a form of amusement."

Alfred continued drinking until his can was empty and placed it down on the floor next to him. "Okay, maybe that wasn't it, but I don't really want to say right now in case you decide it's horrible and hate me forever. Okay?" Arthur gave a hesitant nod before sipping his own drink. Part of him was desperate to know what the other boy wanted to tell him, but the other part of him had already decided that it was unimportant and that he didn't need to know.

The next morning, the young Brit woke with the worst headache that he had had in a long time. With a tired groan, he attempted to roll over, only to realise that there were two strong arms around his waist, holding him in place. The hairs at the nape of his neck stood on end as he tried to to figure out who the hell he had slept with the night before. Then came the kiss to the back of his neck. Arthur almost cried out from shock as the lips rested against his shoulder.

"Morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?" that familiar voice purred as the arms squeezed his waist gently.

"A-Alfred, is that you?" The arms loosened enough to allow him to turn over. As he did, he saw those beautiful eyes staring back at him and swore his heart stopped. One warm hand touched his cheek, and the American leaned in slowly like he had done at the park a week earlier. Arthur almost instantly felt fireworks exploding in his head when their lips touched in a delicate kiss. His cheeks were tickled by a light pink blush but he couldn't deny that it was the best sensation that he had ever felt. Their eyes met again when the kiss ended.

"Don't worry about your mom wondering where you are, I called her last night and told her that you were staying for the night. Best not to show her that her heavily drunk son was begging to be impaled on another guy's little friend, heh," Alfred said quietly as his kisses moved around the other boy's face to his cheeks, nose and jaw. The Brit winced unconsciously at the thought of his drunk self acting so irresponsible after just a few drinks.

"... I begged you for sex?" he asked quietly. The American nodded slowly.

"I would've, but you would hurt today, and I didn't wanna just steal your virginity while you were out of it." The smaller male felt his cheeks getting hot again. "Instead I kinda asked you to be my boyfriend but you fell asleep. Just out of curiosity, what would it have been?"

"I'd gladly be your boyfriend," Arthur said quietly as he cuddled closer to the larger boy.

"Then we're officially a couple?"

"Y-yes~"