Hi there! First APH fanfic here, so go easy on me I guess? Anyway, this ficlet is based on a real life event. Lush cosmetics had a campaign for gay marriage in North America, and on 18th of June they had people gather outside their stores and kiss their family/friend/significant other to show their support for marriage equality. The time 11.38 was chosen for the fact that 1,138 are the number of rights that are denied to gay couples. The thing is, I think I got the news from a Canadian blogger, and when I doubled checked, it turns out Lush is Uk based. (fail, I know…). But the story was already set so well… Its USxCanada now, hope you enjoy this.
Dedicated to Wednesday, in exchange for this rather cute pic she gave me (which is lost within the mess of my desk XP)
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, profit from the story and that all creative rights to the characters belong to their original creator(s). (Taken from Wikipedia.)
11.35
He taps his feet nervously outside Alfred's door, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. He is beginning to second guess his decision, but before he can turn around to leave, he watches; eyes widening in horror, as his hand starts to move on its own, ringing the doorbell once, twice before falling limply by his side. The afternoon is silent once again as the chime ends, and he hopes that maybe, just maybe, Alfred isn't home.
11.36
His hopes are dashed to pieces when the sound of feet rushing around reaches his ears; and they grow louder as the blonde pounds down the steps. He starts to twirl his hair curl nervously; Perhaps his idea wasn't the best after all. In fact, thinking about it, it was downright horrible! He should just head back home and feed Kumaja-
11.37
His mental rant is cut off midway when the door is flung open, and he's met with Alfred's bright smile and his loud exclamation of "Matthew!"
Before he can even open his mouth, he's pulled into a bone crushing hug, and is surrounded by the scent of cologne and grease, which he finds strangely comforting. But almost too soon, he's released from the embrace.
"So Mattie, what brings you to the awesome hero's house? Not just cause I'm awesome though!"
He finds himself tongue-tied at the question, and at meeting the other's questioning look; he knows his face is bright red.
"I-I" he stammers slightly "I- wanted-"
BWEEP BWEEP!
He glances at his watch: 11.38. It's now or never.
He closes his eyes, and leans forward-trembling ever so slightly- to gently brush his lips with Alfred's, and he relishes at how such a simple contact can fill him with so much emotion.
He steps back, nervously licking his lips, unable to meet Alfred's eyes. He can feel the blush spreading to his ears as he resolutely stares at the porch. The seconds that pass seems like hours to him, before he's swept up into another hug, but this time Alfred is kissing him.
He tentatively returns the kiss, and he savours the feeling of being in the other's arms, blissfully content.
Found the blog: its ottowacitizen (dot) com. Kudos to him/her.
Reviews are lovely - almost as good as maple syrup - and could anyone give me their opinion if I should write about America proposing to England/Canada in light of the legalisation of marriage in New York?
An early happy birthday to Alfred! Hang in there Arthur, try not to drink too much in the pub.
Hope you have a nice day, wherever you are.