"...You're a bloody American..." Alfred smiled at the Englishman. "Why yes, yes I am. Are ya feeling alright now?" Arthur was curled up into a ball on the police man's lap with his face in Alfred's chest. "I'm fine considering I was almost raped just now. Bloody wanker."

The American laughed. "Don't worry! That's why I'm here! I'm a hero after all! Now, what's your name?" Arthur stood up and started to button his shirt up and zip up his pants. Alfred blushed and turned away. Once Arthur was done he held his hand in front of Alfred.

"Arthur Kirkland." Alfred shook Arthur's hand enthusiastically. "Nice to meet ya Artie!" Arthur stared at Alfred repulsed. "It's ARTHUR."

Alfred pouted and stood up. He was taller than Arthur by at least five inches, much to Arthur's surprise. "Whatever~ So... you were raped?" Arthur's eyes widened as he remembered the incident.

"Y-yeah..." Alfred noticed Arthur turn a little red. "Don't be embarrassed We gotta catch this guy! He may even be a stalker who will try to kidnap you and rape you and eventually kill you!"

Arthur stared at Alfred in horror. "Uhh... but he could just be a rapist who tries to rape anyone he sees... probably..." Arthur stared at the floor and grabbed his arm in disgust. "You sem like a nice guy and all... but can you just take me home for now? I don't feel like talking about this right now."

Alfred looked down at Arthur and sighed. "Normally you have to stay at the station... it's dangerous you know..." Arthur looked up into Alfred's sky blue eyes.

"..." Alfred looked away and rubbed his neck. Then he looked back at Arthur. "But... as long as someone from the station stays with you at all times... you can continue to go to work and stay at your house as long as your with that person... until we catch your rapist."

Arthur nodded his head in agreement. "Soooo... I'll be your roommate until then!" Arthur sighed. How did he know this was coming?

"Whatever... Can we leave now? I want to go home." Alfred nodded and put his hands on his hips. "Yup! As soon as I put in this report and call someone else in!" Alfred went over to the computer and started typing up a report.

Arthur took a seat on one of the chairs next to the desk Alfred was at and stared at his hands. He could still feel the man's touch all over his body. He felt disgusted and wanted to cry until he fell asleep. And when he would wake up all of this would have just been a bad dream.

He knew it was real though. It had to be. You can't feel anything in dreams. And this disgusting feeling covering his body was real.

Alfred's voice woke Arthur out of his daze. "Yeah! Arthur Kirkland! You know him? Wow! That's just creepy! Anyway! Get over here and cover for me! See ya!"

Arthur gave Alfred a questioning look. "Who was that?" Alfred walked over to Arthur and took the seat next to Arthur. "Another cop who says he knows you! Francis B-" "That pervert! A cop! I know he talked about becoming one in Highschool but I never thought he would actually do it! I thought he would end up being a rapist himself!"

Alfred blinked a few times as he tried to process what was being yelled in his ear. "So... You do know him?" Arthur folded his arms across his chest and furrowed his caterpillar eyebrows.

"We went to highschool together. That git." Alfred frowned. "So... does that mean you want him to stay with you instead?" Arthur shook his head frantically. "No. Way. In. Hell! I'd be molested!"

Alfred laughed at Arthur's response. The door suddenly flung open and a blonde haired french ran in. "Mon ami! Is that you Arthur! Are you alright!" Francis ran up to Arthur and grabbed his face, moving his head back and forth to get a better look.

Once Francis made a mental check that it was, indeed, Arthur, he brought the man into a bone crushing hug. "It's been so long mon ami! And we have to meet like this! It's a cruel world..."

"Get off of me you wanker!" Arthur managed to peel the Frenchman off of him. "Oh how I would love to get into your pants! But I don't see that happening..." Arthur shot a look of disgust at Francis and then gave Alfred a pleading look asking 'Can we please get the bloody hell out of here!'

Alfred chuckled and then nodded. "Well... I leave everything to you Francis! Bye!" Francis frowned and then pulled Arthur toward himself. "Non. You are wrong mon ami... YOU can stay here. While I go with Arthur."

Alfred grabbed Arthur's arm and pulled Arthur toward himself. "No way dude! I can't trust you! Plus he said he wanted to go with me! Right Artie!" Arthur nodded and the Frenchman let go.

"I see how it is..." Francis faked a look of hurt and walked over to the desk Alfred had been at previously. "Just a quick question Arthur... was it a man or a woman?" Arthur froze at his spot. He really didn't want to remember any of... THAT..."

The feeling that had been covering his whole body all condensed into the spot on his leg where he had felt the other man's erection. "It was a man..." Francis narrowed his eyes as he saw the look of pain and hurt on his friends face.

Francis remembered that Arthur was supposedly straight... or at least he had claimed to be... the Frenchman had doubts...

"I see... Bye bye mon ami!" Arthur nodded his head and muttered a good bye. Alfred watched Arthur walk by him and look over at Francis with a look of sadness on his face. Francis returned the look, making the American even more depressed. Eventually they broke there gaze and Alfred caught up to Arthur, leaving the Frenchman behind in the office.

Alfred and Arthur walked down the dimly lit streets of London. "Soo~ Artie... where do ya live anyway?" Alfred was looking down at the brit, who didn't even seem to notice and was staring at the road ahead.

"I live in a flat not to far from here..." Alfred continued to stare at the brit. "Kay~"

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After a walk that lasted almost an hour Arthur and Alfred reached Arthur's apartment. The second Arthur unlocked the door Alfred ran in and collapsed on the couch. "FINALLY!"

Arthur casually walked in and locked his door. Then walked into the conjoined livingroom/kitchen. "Want anything to eat?" Alfred thought about it for a second and then asked for ice cream.

"Alright." Arthur went into the freezer and grabbed the ice cream out. Alfred took note of where everything was in the pantry's as Arthur grabbed the bowls and spoons and napkins. Seriously... napkins?

Alfred also took note as to how clean the place was. It was small... but tidy. There was a conjoined livingroom/kitchen that was separated by an island table/bar thingy that was spotless and looked polished.

Not to mention the fridge looked HUGE. Which made Alfred happy. But the couch only had two seats and was pretty small... In front of the couch there was a flat screen hanging above a fireplace.

There were two bookshelves. One on each side of the fireplace. Also, in front of the couch was a small coffee table that also looked as if it had ben polished. The rug looked as if it had just been vacuumed earlier that day, which wouldn't be much of a surprise.

As Alfred stood up and took off his shoes he noticed a hallway to the left of the kitchen. He also noticed there were five doors in the hallway. Two on each side and one at the end.

"Hey Artie... Can I look around?" Arthur gave a small nod as he handed Alfred his bowl of ice cream. "Thanks"

Alfred walked down the hallway and opened the first door on the left. It was a bedroom. There was one king sized bed and a flat screen tv in front of it. There was also a closet to the left of the tv and a bed stand to the right of the bed. It had a light and clock on it. The bed was made, which made Alfred conclude that Arthur was a clean freak.

Alfred closed the door and went to the door directly across from it. A bathroom. Must be convenient. The bathroom was clean and almost appeared to be shining. There was a shower, toilet, sink, mirror, closet, and a Jacuzzi. Alfred concluded that Arthur make good money to say the least.

Alfred closed the door and opened the door next to Arthur's room. A study. There was a desk with a laptop in it and next to the laptop was a notebook and pen. As well as stacks of paper on either side.

The chair in front of the desk was made of leather and was one of the ones you could spin in. In the corner of the room there was a file cabinet. On top of the file cabinet there was a wireless printer.

Alfred came to the conclusion that Arthur was a busy person. Alfred closed that door and moved to the room across from Arthur's study. It was a laundry room.

It was fairly simple. Washing machine, dryer, a basket of FOLDED dirty clothes, and a basket of FOLDED clean clothes. Note: Arthur has a closet and NO dresser!

Conclusion: Arthur is VERY organized. Alfred opened the last door. There were stairs that led downward into a dark room. Alfred glanced back to Arthur, who was preoccupied watching tv and eating ice cream to notice the American about to enter a room he REALLY shouldn't.

Alfred turned on the light and started to walk down the stairs. Once he reached the bottom he turned on the lights. Well.. He wasn't exactly expecting to see a room full of potions and symbols and other black magic stuff filling up the brits basement... so he fell backwards and screamed. Bad idea.

An angry Englishman ran down the stairs and kicked the American out of the basement. "Don't EVER go in there again!" Alfred nodded frantically and Arthur sighed. "Good." The room was never brought up again.

Arthur sat down on the couch and continued to eat his ice cream. He was obviously trying to take his mind off of the near rape incident that had happened earlier that night. Alfred sat down next to Arthur, trying to sit as far away as possible (which wasn't that far considering the couch was small) so that the brit wouldn't feel scared and nervous like most rape or near rape victims do.

As Arthur took another bit of his ice cream Alfred decided to ask a question that had been bugging him for a while now. "Hey.. Artie... what are we going to do about... ya know... sleeping...?"

Alfred watched as Arthur took on a look of horror. Hadn't thought of that.