Thinking 'bout You

The steps echoed down the hallway, a half frantic blonde now in mid run down it. He didn't bother meeting eyes way with confused faces as he pass, only surging forward to his office. He let out a soft sigh in relief, locking the odor and sluggishly going to the couch and sitting down. He slumped, covering an arm over his blue eyes. A hand snaked his neck, loosening his blue tie and throwing it the ground. He only bothered to strip off his jacket, slumping down and pushing his hair back.

"Al…" a voice called to him from behind, almost ghostly. He struggled to sit up, turning to face a blonde haired man, nearly purple eyes only clouded in concern as he stared at him. A sigh of relief came from him once again as he stood up and encircled the couch and pulling the other into a hug. Feeling a response of arms wrapping around him, Alfred let his walls drop as he slumped into the other's arms.

"Wae wide.." The muffled sound of his words came as he spoke against the other. Blue eyes once again met purple ones as his chin was pulled. A small smile was on his lips and Alfred couldn't help but return it. "Say it once more Al."

"They lied." Eyebrows scrunched forward in confusion. "Who?"

"Arthur and Francis." He felt the other's body stiffen, making him look up. "Mathew?"

His expression was hard, dark almost. It scared him, but only with the realization of Alfred's scary blue eyes did Matthew's soften as he smiled. "Don't listen to them brother, they don't understand anything." He said softly back, petting his head. They'd somehow sunken to the floor, Matthew leaning against the back of the couch for support. Alfred had settled to resting his head against the other's shoulder. The silence was all they need; comforting each other was all he wanted. Small circles were thumbed on his back. Only peace could last so long.

"Matthew?" Alfred voice was quiet, almost unnaturally soft. Matthew looked at him with more concern. "What?"

"Why do they say you aren't real?" He asked in a bare whisper. He watched, the pale lips pursing and making him nervous. The circle of comfort stopped and he looked up to find cold eyes, distant from him. "They're just not as pure as you." Was all Matthew wanted to speak; Alfred stiffened then pouted.

"But Iggy says I'm not even pure enough to see his damn flying mint bunny shit.." He whined softly to the other. Matthew stared at him before laughing softly at him. Alfred flushed in embarrassment, looking away.

"Al, don't look away."

His heart pounded and he begged whoever was up there to make sure no one could hear it. Alfred looked up once more and gasped at the meet of plump limps against his. He finally realized what was happening and leaned into the kiss, opening his mouth to let the other inside.

Quick, short breaths turned into panting as they only deepened the kiss. Alfred got to straddle the other as Matthew only held a hungry gaze, never breaking eyes with Alfred. Playful tongues tangled at each other, roaming each other's mouths.

"Alfred?"

A/N:

Hi [:

my first US/CAN/US [i'm not sure of the pairing yet]

don't worry, this is just the Prologue! More to come soon hopefully.

R&R of crit. or some ideas I should have.

question: should it be US/CAN or CAN/US