It was almost the count down, Alfred was right beside him, and it was obvious that they weren't going to kiss each other anytime soon.
Great. Just peachy.
He sighed and looked up at the American beside him. He was looking quite excited for the countdown. Arthur couldn't even blame him for that; 2014 had been a bad year for everyone, and even the most optimistic of people were happy to leave it behind.
What he failed to notice when inspecting the American was that he was trembling, and that his face was a deep red crimson. Or maybe Arthur had noticed, and he just thought that the American was excited. Silly Arthur. It wasn't entirely wrong, of course, but it wasn't entirely right either.
Meanwhile, Alfred was clutching his hands nervously. He was definitely going to kiss Arthur. Or maybe he should ask first because. Just. You know how Arthur is- always so uptight. Maybe he should ask for consent first.
He looked at Arthur, who, in turn, looked away from him while blushing heavily. Alfred chuckled. Arthur was ridiculously cute. He'll ask for consent later then; when it was the countdown.
It was almost the countdown now, but they're still standing rigidly next to each other. Alfred couldn't stand it, and so he clutched Arthur's shoulders and looked right into his eyes.
5.
Arthur was surprised, but he couldn't say he's really against it. And so he stayed still.
4.
Alfred gulped nervously. His head was spinning. He had no idea how to ask for Arthur's consent.
3.
Arthur wasn't sure of what he was supposed to do, and so he furrowed his brows. Alfred was looking at him closely. It was making him uncomfortable. (Though, if he was being perfectly honest, he'd say he was uncomfortable in a sort of good way.)
2.
Alfred was supposed to ask consent. But he hadn't known how. He was still holding Arthur, and the Briton seemed really mad at him.
1.
He just thought, Fuck it. If Arthur was going to be mad at him then so be it. And then he kissed him.
He hadn't expected Arthur to kiss back.