Chapter 7: The American's Plans, a surprise and Francis!

"Well I was going to get drinks with Artie and to this and that…," the excited American kept talking. He just kept talking and talking about anything, he was nervous. Alfred was not expecting this especially since Arthur likes to plan every last detail out. It was a surprise this pretty lady who he held hands with was listing to what he said as he pulled her along. Al realized that he could not seem to stop babbling about anything. Why didn't I just shut up, I need to shut up, why cant I stop talking! Thought the American desperately but his mouth was on auto-drive. It was just she was so pretty, beautiful, he could not pass up the chance. But in the back of Al's mind she reminded him of some one… but he could not put his finger on it though. The American had a hard time reading the atmosphere but he could tell her expression was one of nervousness and shock and blushing all at the same time. He had seen this expression once before on Arthur after one too many drinks or that one time… that one time that made the American smile profusly just thinking about it.

At this point they had stopped in front of a pub in London that the American, who without Arthur knowing visited the day before. Arthur had recognized it. The first time when Arthur had taken Alfred when they decided to hand out when both could drink. They had gotten so drunk that Arthur has kissed Alfred, not knowing that Alfred was not so drunk as he thought. Alfred would never forget it. Al was going to tell someone what happened but he decided not to. It was his little secret even if the American did not know that the Brit actualy knew. Al smiled as he led the sandy blond girl in to the pub.

Arthur started heading over to her usual spot but was pulled to another seat sitting next to the American at the bar.

"We will have some drinks here and head back after because I still have to set up a meeting at my house and since I am hosting it. Dude, you should like totally come back after" he said putting his arm around the Bit and giving her shoulders a little squeeze pulling her in closer. Arthur's eyes grew wide as he understood what the git American was thinking. She wanted to protest but she desperately did not want to. Alfred never looked at him like this before and he kind of liked it.

It had always been Arthur who looked out for Al, protecting him. They were as close as brothers were. (in this story they weren't actual brothers Arthur just protected him like an older brother and acted as Al's role model) But as both grew up Al had wanted to have Arthur not see him just as a close friend but more than that. They ended up getting in to a big fight, which the American won, but at a cost: breaking the Brit's heart. Since then Al had been trying to patch up their relationship. Arthur had ended up always being the one who felt like needed for Alfred but now when blond American looked at him it was different. He was needed for a different reason not protection but to be with him, to make him happy. Arthur pondered this as the first round of drinks came and the American started instinctually talking again.

"So how do you know Arthur?" finally asked Al sipping at his drink. Arthur sighed, his mind racing to think of an answer. She took a big gulp of her drink felling the cold alcoholic beverage slide down her throat.

"I guess a family friend like the git Peter told you, I have known Arthur for a very long time." She stated looking down again at her glass.

"Then how come I have never met you and why has he never mentioned such a beautiful girl as you to me. Dude, like come on is he keeping you all to him-self or something?" the American complained ordering the Brit another drink since she had just finished hers, and making Arthur blush.

Several drinks and conversations later… Arthur was very drunk and both were having a great time laughing and telling stories. Arthur had forgotten his cover a couple times and told a story with Al in it, which confused the American greatly not knowing how she knew so much about him. After they had stopped laughing Alfred's face was red ,locking eyes with the emerald-eyed Brit as he leaned in closer to her face closing his eyes. Arthur did not know what was going on and instinctively slapped Alfred for getting in her personal space. Al pulled his face back in shock at being slapped his eyes flicking open to see the shocked face of the Brit her eyes wide open at what had just happened. To the blue eyed man she looked exactly like Arthur is shocked. Arthur gasped at what he had just done feeling so bad for what she had just did, since she was so drunk and did not think, she grabbed the sides of the American's face and gave him a kiss on the cheek then sat back laughing and blushing not knowing what she had just done. Al was still shocked and his face grew bright red and laughed with the Brit. Then Al heard what the Brit said before she caught her-self,

"You should see your face it is more shocked than the first time I kissed you."

LATER…

"Oh Alice, you're falling over" laughed Alfred as he let go of Arthur walking out of the pub. They had talked a lot and Arthur had a great time but now as Arthur started to come back to her senses she looked back on what had just happened. She realized what she had said earlier and how that had changed how the American looked at her after that, even more loving than before. She did not really care if he knew or did not, as long as he kept looking at her like that.

"Oh," he said again picking up Alice from almost stumbling in to another person as they walked home. She was hiccuping and Alfred had to hold her shoulder so she would not run into anyone else. The blue eyed man blushed harder as he looked down to the emerald-eyed girl as she blushed looking up at him. Al felt like his heart was going to burst of his chest, he defiantly felt like Alice could feel his heart thumping away in his chest. Mind you Arthur still did feel drunk but her feminine heart felt like it was going to make her just melt away in to a puddle.

"I guess you're not such an idiotic git as I thought," she said.

"I guess your right," Alfred whispered as he leaned in locking lips with the young British lady. They had stopped in the middle of the side walk bodies pressed against each other, it seemed as if time had stopped, both stood, their lips pressed. Arthur's heart fluttered, like she was going to just going to fly and if Alfred was not holding her, she would have just flown away. Alfred felt light headed as they parted lips and time seemed to start again as he looked away down at his feet his face becoming more a bright rose color as Arthur also looked down blushing profusely trying to make her-self stop. In Arthur's mind she kept telling her self that it was just Al but that did not help and just made her smile even more. What? Why do I feel like this Arthur thought as they continued to her house.

"I really should stop bloody thinking. Oh no…" she stopped suddenly remembering the meeting that she had to go to with every one else there and this curse was still not fixed. Alfred looked at her then both started off again as they neared the house Arthur saw it first: a man with blond hair and a slight beard wearing a blue cape/shall thing with read clothing under it ringing the door bell. He turned to face them and strutted over.

"Shit," Arthur murmured as the French man came closer.