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Stranger: Alfred woke up to hearing a loud knock on his door. He groaned, and shifted in his bed. After a while, he heard another loud knock. Thinking that whoever was there, wasn't going to stop, he turned to check the clock. It's was four in the morning. He got up, and put on his glasses lazily. Alfred flicked on his porch lights, becoming blind for a couple of seconds. He blinked a couple of times trying to get adjusted. To be honest, he was pissed at whoever woke him up, because he just went to bed an hour ago. He opened the door, and yawned, "What?"
You: The person came inside and hugged Alfrd tightly. "I couldn't find you!" He cried, wetting his shirt with tears . He looked up at Alfred, his face burried into his chest. "Alfred~" he mumbled as he watched him with pink rimed green eyes. It was Arthur.
Stranger: Alfred was shocked at Arthur, "Dude!" He noticed the tears, "Artie..? What's up?" He hated seeing Arthur cry for whatever reason, even though he barely did. Alfred sighed, and hugged him back slightly, and tiredly.
You: "I was looking everywhere... Everywhere for m'hero..." He slurred before burying his head again. "I couldn't find you." He smelled heavily of alcohol. Arthur relaxed a bit as he hugged him.
Stranger: Alfred scrunched his nose when he smelled the alcohol, "Artie..." He sighed again. It was too early to deal with a drunk brit. "Arthur, you're drunk... why don't we just lay you down in the questroom and you can sleep..." Everytime Arthur came drunk, it was the same routine...
You: "No! I want..." He shook his head and didn't continue. He looked up at him again, tears welling up, ready to spill over. "I want you!" He cried before reaching up to get closer to his face, only to fall short and land with his head on his shoulder, mumbling things about him being unfair.
Stranger: Alfred hasn't actually heard that part before, "What do you mean, Arthur..? You 'wanting' me was never mentioned before, and probably never will be." He sighed, and sat on the couch with Arthur, not letting go. "Alcohol has a huge effect on you..." He wasn't going to budge tonight.
You: "Imm not drunk!" He said quickly, the phrase filled with anger. He snuggled up closer to him, listening to his heart beat, his own breath going in time with every other beat. He looked up at him. "I'm not." He pressed his lips together, then realised he could reach him Now that he was sitting down. He scooted up closer and hung off his neck. He moved to sit on his lap, facing him. He placed a finger on Al's lips, "shhh." He said with a giggle.
Stranger: Alfred blushed slightly and groaned, "A-Artie..." He removed Arthur's finger, and tried to get him off, "You're so gonna regret that you did any of this when you're sober later in the morning today..." Alfred sighed, resisting to go along with Arthur, not wanting to get yelled at.
You: "But I'm not drunk!" He said with a half scowl. He looked away and crossed his arms. "You just don't like me at all~" he wiped away tears again. "You're so mean!" He then began to openly sob into his chest. "So mean..." He repeated over and over. He hit his chest softly.
Stranger: Alfred then felt a little bad, for actually making him cry. He grabbed Arthur's wrist, making sure it didn't hit him again. "No, no! It's just... you reek of alcohol, but... " he smiled a little, knowing Arthur wouldn't see it, "I do like you, Arthur, but..." he shrugged, "It's not a smart idea..."
You: He looked up at him and sniffed. "You like me?" He smiled and hugged onto him. "Yay." He reached up and brought his hands to Al's face. He squished his cheeks together and giggled again. "Fish..." He trailed off before letting his cheeks go and kissing him.
Stranger: Alfred honestly didn't know how to react to what was going on, and tried to think quickly, "Arthur..." He frowned a little, but admitted to himself that he kind of liked it. "Mph..." He pushed Arthur back a little, but not completley. He was out of ideas.
You: He kissed him again, a bit deeper, before relaxing agenist him. His grip loosened and his mustles relaxed as he kissed him.
Stranger: Alfred kissed back at first, but then stopped. He broke their lips apart, "Arthur. I'm not sure..." he trailed off as he looked away from Arthur, embarrassed.
You: "Don't stop~!" He whined. Arthur brushed his hair out of the way before continuing. "Now it's your turn." He was stumbling over his words. "Kiss!" He said before puckering his lips and waiting for him.
Stranger: Alfred rolled his eyes with a smile. What the heck? Why not? Alfred chuckled before going for a kiss. He pulled Arthur closer by the waist, and turning his head sideways to deepen the kiss a little.
You: Arthur made a sound of approval and kissed back with all the force he had left. And after a second more of that, he passed out onto his shoulder, exhausted from the drinking and tonight's events.
Stranger: Alfred was shocked, and disappointed at the same time. He sighed, and picked Arthur up bridal style, and brought him to his own room, because it was closer than the quest room. "Tsk... I finally give in once, hm?" Alfred placed Arthur under the covers, making it warm for Arthur. After yawning once, he laid on the other side of the bed, placing his glasses on the nightstand. "Goodnight, Artie." he whispered, as he fell asleep.
You: Arthur turned in his sleep. So much in fact that he had rolled right into Alfred, relaxing into him. When he awoke, his head Pounded and he was confused as to where he was. And when he realised that he was leaning into Alfred... He blushed heavily. What the hell happened last night?! He backed away then rolled to the other side of the bed.
Stranger: Alfred felt Arthur's body for a second, and groaned. He opened his eyes slowly, feeling the awful light reach his eyes. He sighed, and then opened them completely. Alfred saw Arthur, and smiled a little, "Mornin' Artie!~" He tried to act as normal as possible. He then shifted over to his back, and looked up at the ceiling, waiting to see how Arthur would react.
You: "M-morning..." Arthur said quietly as he held his head. He was still dress right? Yes he was, so nothing like /that/ happened... He felt his lips with the tips of his fingers. No... He didn't taste anything foregin on his lips. Nothing must have happened. He relaxed at that, though he was trying to keep his brain from exploding.
Stranger: Alfred wasn't expecting that answer, so he turned over on his side to face Arthur, "You came over drunk, again... your head okay..?" He knew that he had to have had a big hangover from how drunk he seemed to be last night. Alfred was a little concered, as he always was.
You: "Do you have any aspirin?" He asked as he burried his head into the pillow to keep the light out. At least Alfred was still normal. That was a realif. "Did I say anything?" He added, just to make sure.
Stranger: Alfred froze, and then nodded after a while. "Yes...just a bit..." Before Arthur got any chance to ask or say anything, Alfred got up. "Here... I'll go grab the pills..." he headed out the room, trying to explain what happened.
You: Arthur's eyes grew wide at that. He looked up from the pillow, watching him go. "What did I say?!" He asked before burying his head in the pillow again.
Stranger: Alfred came back with some asprin and a cup of water. He held them out to Arthur, "Here ya' go, Artie." he smiled again, sitting back down on the bed, feeling tired. He leaned back as Arthur took the items.
You: Arthur choked them down then looked to Alfred. "What did I say?" He asked, a bit more darkly. He need to know if he had... Said anything that he shouldn't have...
Stranger: Alfred sighed, and decided Arthur wouldn't let him get out of it. "Some stuff about me being your 'hero' and all. " he smirked a little, "I was looking everywhere... Everywhere for m'hero..." He repeated with a british accent.
You: Fuck. That might have given away too much already. "What else?" He asked suspiciously. There could have been several ways of which Alfred could have taken that... And there could have been several ways for Arthur to respond.
Stranger: "Well, after I regected your first kiss, you began to cry, and call me mean." Alfred looked over at Arthur, wanting to see his reaction. He didn't want to tell Arthur how he reacted to the third kiss requested.
You: His life was over. Arthur had tried to kiss him?! Alfred was never going to let this go! "Ha!" He said, before holding his head. He was trying to play it off as a joke. "Nice joke. Me, try to kiss you? Please." He laughed again before whincing at his aching head. "What really happened?"
Stranger: Alfred raised his eyebrows, "Well, I'm too tired to repeat myself.~" he looked back up at the ceiling. He yawned a little, and blinked for a second. He smiled, because he actually liked how Arthur was acting, just a tiny bit.
You: "Don't ignore me! Tell me what happened you gi-" he clutched his head and groaned. It hurt so bad to get angry...
Stranger: Alfred didn't like the groan that Arthur gave. "Does it hurt that bad..? How much did you have?" He turned on his side now, and went back under the covers. "And with who..?"
You: "I don't know... Three, maybe four shots? And I don't remember going with anyone..." Arthur said puzzled as he tried to remember. He then looked to Alfred with a scowl. "Don't try to change the subject!"
Stranger: "Well, I already told you!" Alfred heard a little whine in his voice, but he didn't care. "You just won't admit that you gave in and kissed the me.~" He cleared a strand of hair from his face, and looked back at Arthur.
You: He looked away. A blush was already devolping on his face. "Yeah right. Now tell me the truth Alfred!" He said, looking away from him. He couldn't let him see his blush... He couldn't.
Stranger: Alfred sighed again, and wanted to give up. "Well, can you say it happened, and I can just get on with the story, or are you too busy blushing over there?" Alfred figured that was the only reason Arthur would face away from him.
You: "I'm not blushing!" He said looking to him and exposing his blush. He quickly looked away again. "Fine." He crossed his arms. "Say I did try to kiss you, what happened next?"
Stranger: Alfred smirked, "Well, then after crying again, and offering two more kisses, I actually agreed." Alfred was waiting for the yelling Brit he always got after doing stuff like that. "Go on and say you don't believe me, but I'll always know you truly did.~"
You: He bit his lip before running his fingers across them again. Alfred actually kissed him? No... It must not have been genuine... Arthur must have been begging or threatening or maybe he just did it to make fun of him. There was no way he felt the same... Arthur looked down and grinded his teeth together. He then got up, and walked right out of the room, not saying a word. That idiot! The stupid idiot!
Stranger: "Ey! Artie!" Alfred got up, and followed, " 'N where are you goin' Artie?!" He didn't know what he did wrong, but he didn't want to know. He would've prefered his yelling, rather than him leaving. "Artie! What did I do?" he followed behind quickly.
You: Arthur just shook his head. He was done here. Maybe he'd skip town... "What did you do?" Arthur repeated with a bit of anger. "What have I done!" He corrected before turning to him. "Falling for someone as... As..." He struggled to come up with an insult. "You git!" He could feel the tears welling up but he blinked them away. "You in-sensitive git!" He yelled before walking out of the house.
Stranger: "No, wait!" Alfred sped up. He really didn't know what he did wrong, "Arthur!" He then felt even worse than he ever has. He was actually the reason Arthur cried this time. He sighed and slowed down the slightest. "Falling for someone as as what..? I do like you, Arthur. And whatever I did to offend you in any way, I'm sorry. I meant no harm..." He knew what he was saying was stupid, but he didn't care.
You: "You liar!" He shook his head. "You don't really like me! You're just faking it you stupid...!" He wiped away tears and kept walking, not caring what Al's neighbors thought. He already looked like a mess.
Stranger: "Why would I do that!" Alfred stopped, "Why would I fake it?" his lip was quivering a bit. "What fun would that bring me? I hate screwing with people's feelings, and it would hurt me even more to mess with yours, Arthur!" He felt so mad, and upset at the same time. "I don't understand!"
You: "I... Don't know..." Arthur really had nothing to base it on... He just thought... But no one liked him! Why would Alfred love him?! That made no sense to him. He was used to being hated and pitied but not loved...
Stranger: "Then why are you still walking away? You don't know?" Alfred oddly felt tears swelling in the corner of his eyes, "I have liked you for a while now, you know! I thought you would be happy that I actually brought up enough courage to admit it!" He didn't really admit it the correct way, but that's all he could manage.
You: Arthur turned around to face him. He was at the street corner. "What proof do I have that you're telling the truth? What proof Alfred?" He looked down, his hand clutched his heart and he couldn't help but feel it ache. A deep pain continued as he tried to sort it out. It hurt so much...
Stranger: Alfred was just standing there, "Well, I'm still here trying to get you to believe me, aren't I?" He sniffled, and rubbed his eye. "If you really don't believe me, then go ahead... but I just wanted you to know that, okay..?" He could feel his neighbors looking, but he kept his eyes on Arthur.
You: There was about three yards between them. Little Arthur thought for a moment. He could feel himself being pulled towards him. He wanted to go but... "Alfred..." He whispered before going towards him. He closed up the distance between them and cried into his chest. He buried his face into his shirt and attempted to control himself.
Stranger: Alfred sighed, and hugged Arthur tightly. "Arthur..." He felt a mixture of relief, happiness ans uncontrolable sadness. "I'm sorry, for whatever I did to make you feel that way..." He frowned because he didn't like the moment they had. It truly scared him.
You: "It's my fault. It's all my fault. It's /always/ my fault..." He gave several apologies. He had a bit of his own happiness creeping in. Alfred liked him!
Stranger: Alfred chuckled a little, "No, I knew I shouldn't have kissed you when you weren't sober..." Although Alfred was shocked at how Arthur's feelings changed munites before. It was new to Alfred.
You: "Was that all that happened?" Arthur asked before finally managing to look up at him. The tips of his blonde bangs fell in front of his eyes as he did so.
Stranger: "It was only a simple kiss...you didn't last very long, though..." Alfred smiled the slightest bit, "Nothing bad. I promise." Alfred looked down at Arthur, making sure he was getting better.
You: "Okay." And he let it go. Their eyes met and Arthur studied them for a moment. Well, that was good that they didn't do anymore... He wouldn't have wanted to not remember that.
Stranger: Alfred smiled, "Wanna go back to my place..? Or, have you had...enough?" He motioned towards his house, while holding Arthur's hand. He was glad that the terror was washed out of his body.
You: Arthur nodded. "Let's go." He gave his hand a squeeze and gave him a slight smile in return.
Stranger: Alfred nodded, and started to walk to his house, still holding Arthur's hand. He ignored one or two nieghbors who were out, watching. Alfred decided to change the subject, "Would you like breakfast, Artie..?"
You: "Breakfast?" He asked in confusion before realising how hungry he actually was. He put a hand on his stomach and nodded. "Yes please."
And they lived happily ever after.