Arthur grabbed his bowl and put it in the sink. Alfred fallowed and did the same. Arthur walked into his bedroom and looked around the room, then went to the closet and pulled out a blanket and pillow. Alfred stared at him from the doorway.

"You. Alfred. Take these." Arthur dropped the blanket and pillow into Alfred's hands. Once Alfred got a firm grip on it he was shoved out the door and into the livingroom.

"Sleep on the couch." Alfred dropped the pillow and blanket on the floor. "NO WAY!" Arthur dropped his jaw. "You sleep on the couch! Your smaller!" Arthur crossed his arms. "This is my flat!"

Alfred started waving his hands in the air frantically. "But I'm to big for that small couch! Even you're to big to sleep on that tiny thing!" Arthur glared at the American. "Then sleep on the floor."

Alfred hated sleeping on the floor. There was no way that was happening. "No! You sleep on the floor!" "THIS IS MY FLAT!" Alfred crossed his arms and pouted. He stared at Arthur with the cutest puppy dog face me could manage.

"Dammit! Do NOT make that face!" No matter how much Arthur tries to deny it, he was always weak against cute things. Especially puppy dog faces.

Alfred continued looking at Arthur pleadingly. It didn't even take a minute before Arthur caved in. "Fine... You don't have to sleep on the floor... but... you are NOT sleeping with me on my bed. So think something up."

Alfred knew better than to ask to sleep with someone who had nearly been raped. But he couldn't think of anywhere else to sleep.

"Jacuzzi!" Alfred ran to the bathroom with the pillow and blanket Arthur had lent him. Arthur couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Alfred set up his 'bed' and then lay down in it. "G' night!"

"It's GOOD night thank you. And yes, good night to you to." Arthur turned off the lights and closed the door. Then he went to his bedroom and fell asleep.

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Everything was pitch black as Arthur ran as fast as he could. "You can't get away..." Arthur tripped and fell down. He continued to fall as images flashed before him. The man in the hoody appeared before him, smirking.

Arthur was chained like a prisoner to a wall as the man moved closer. Arthur tried to struggle and break free but it was no use. He couldn't break free.

The man grabbed Arthur's face and moved it from side to side, admiring his catch. A sloppy kiss was forced onto Arthur. The second the man went up for air Arthur screamed as loud as he could, hoping someone would hear him.

There was no response. Arthur decided to scream the first thing that popped into his head. "ALFRED!" Suddenly a bright light came through the darkness.

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Arthur woke up. Panting heavily as tears rolled down his cheeks. He noticed something move in the corner of his eye and his head shot up.

There was someone standing in the doorway. "W-who are you!" "It's me... Alfred... umm... Artie... you okay?"

Arthur sighed and then glared the American. "Of course! Why?" Alfred moved closer to Arthur and knelt down next to his bed so that they could see each other better. "You were... yelling... my name..." "..."

Both started to blush furiously. "Uhh... nightmare?" Alfred looked away as he asked. He only really knew of one way to help with nightmares. "Yeah..."

Alfred cleared his throat and closed his eyes. "Well... then there's no other option..." Alfred stood back up and crawled into bed and laid down next to Arthur. "HEY! What are you doing!"

Alfred turned on his side facing the brit who was now trying to shove him off the bed. "When you have nightmares it helps to sleep with someone..." Alfred tried to sound as innocent as possible so that the brit would know that he meant it and wasn't going to try something.

"...Fine..." Arthur turned so that he wasn't facing the American. Alfred blushed slightly and then looked up at the ceiling.

After about a minute of thinking about how soft the bed is and how the whole house smelled like the brit lying next to him, Alfred looked over at Arthur. He was asleep.

"How! Already! Seriously!" Alfred whisper/screamed. Alfred chuckled to himself and then closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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Arthur woke up to the sound of something/someone falling onto the floor. When he opened his eyes he noticed Alfred on the floor rubbing his head. "Ouch~"

Arthur rubbed his eyes and stared at the American. "You alright?" Alfred looked up at the sleepy brit on the bed. "O-of course! Ha..hahahaha! I'm gonna go take a shower!" Alfred's face was bright red. Luckily Arthur hadn't noticed since the American ran out of the room to quickly. "Ummm... okay?"

BEFORE ALFRED FELL OFF THE BED:

Alfred woke up. He opened his eyes slowly and noticed a certain brit's face only centimeter's away from his own. He also noticed he was holding on to that certain brit around the waist and pulling him up against himself.

This isn't what made the American jump out of bed. No. Not there yet.

Alfred couldn't help but notice Arthur smelt like something familiar. The entire house smelt like it, but he couldn't place the smell. It was some kind of tea. Probably the brit's favorite. So, to get a better smell, Alfred sniffed the brit's hair.

As he sniffed the brit's hair he accidently brushed his lips against Arthur's forehead. THIS is when Alfred realized he is holding and sniffing an unconscious man. Not to mention he just kissed the man's forehead. Sure, he's gay, but he's a virgin.

As all of these thoughts popped into Alfred's head he managed to freak out and jump out of bed, successfully hitting his head and waking up the brit.

CURRENTLY:

Alfred ran into the bathroom. Then he realized he didn't have any clean clothes to even change into.

"Artie~" Alfred peeked out from around the corner into the kitchen, where Arthur was making his cup of morning tea. "What?" Alfred walked into the kitchen and sat on the counter. "We gotta make a stop by my apartment today..."

"Alright..." Alfred stared at Arthur, who hadn't looked up from his tea. "Soo...let's go after breakfast?" "Sure" Alfred quirked an eyebrow at the brit. "Don't you have work later?"

Arthur continued making his tea and not looking at the American. "I work at the daycare in town. I have today off." Alfred stared at the brit. A daycare...?

Arthur glanced up at Alfred, who was still staring. "What?" Alfred blushed and looked away. "I-I was just thinking it was weird... I never thought of you as someone who would work with little kids is all!" Arthur glared at the American. "Thanks."

Alfred tilted his head to the side and then realized what the brit meant. "Wait! No! I mean I just thought of you as someone who would work in an office or something!"

Arthur chuckled at the flustered man. "It's quite alright. I just like kids is all... they're so cute and innocent."

Alfred stared at Arthur's smiling face, as if he was the most innocent person in the world, untouched by the scum of the world. It made Alfred want to protect him. He is a hero after all.

Arthur glanced back up at Alfred. "Want some tea?" Alfred thought for a moment. "Have any coffee?" Arthur thought for a moment. "Actually... no... I don't..." Alfred dropped his jaw in awe. "No way! Seriously!"

Alfred jumped off the counter and started shaking the brit back and forth. "Coffee makes the world go round dude! There's no way you can't have any!" "I'll go buy some later if you want it that badly. AND WILL YOU STOP SHAKING ME!"

Alfred let go of Arthur and calmed down. "Sorry... but seriously?" Arthur brushed himself off and nodded. "Afraid so. It's disgusting."

Alfred pouted. "Well when we go to my apartment I'll bring all of mine over." Arthur shook his head in agreement as he drank his tea.

Alfred fist pumped the air. "Alright! I'll make you some awesome breakfast while you go get ready!" Arthur blinked a few times. "There's no need for that. I'll make breakfast." Arthur didn't even want to imagine what kind of mess would be left for him to clean up after the American was done cooking.

"But you need to get ready~ I can make it!" Arthur sighed in defeat. Not like the kitchen would be any cleaner then when he cooked. "Alright... try not to make to big of a mess alright?" "No problem dude!"

Arthur walked out of the kitchen and grabbed a pair of clothes from his closet before walking into the bathroom.

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When Arthur stepped out of the shower a whiff of pancakes and bacon filled his nose. He quickly changed and put his dirty clothes in the laundry room before walking into the kitchen with a towel around his neck.

Alfred had just finished putting the bacon on the table. "Ready to eat?" Alfred smiled at the brit who stared in awe at the food. "Will I get heart disease if I eat this?" "Hahahaha! No way dude! I've been eating this since I was little! And I'm perfectly fine! Hahaha!"

The food may have smelt good but looking at all the grease was making Arthur sick. "I'll stick with the pancakes." "Suit yourself!" Alfred pulled the plate full of bacon closer and started shoving it in his mouth at an incredible speed.

"..." Arthur watched in pure amazement at how much of a fat ass Alfred could be. After eating one pancake Arthur put his plate in the sink. At the same time Alfred finished eating the entire plate of bacon and the rest of the pancakes.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Alfred stared at the brit who was covering his mouth looking as if he was going to puke. "Why would you be sick!" Alfred patted Arthur's back a little to harshly. "You only ate one pancake! Hahaha! Don't tell me you didn't like it?"

Arthur looked up at the oblivious American. "I'm afraid your going to kill yourself..." "What was that?" Alfred was laughing to loud to hear the brit. "Nothing..."

Arthur looked around the kitchen, feeling as if something was missing. Ah. That was it. There was no disgusting greasy mess. Instead the kitchen looked as good as new. Even the dishes had been cleaned.

Arthur was snapped out of his inspection by a hard pat on the back. "Well! Let's go Artie!" Arthur hated the nickname, honestly. But he knew it was a hopeless cause to try and get the American to stop calling him that.

"Yeah.. Let's go." Alfred grabbed Arthur's hand and pulled him out of the house and into the London streets. People were busily walking around, minding there own business as the two men walked out into the streets and headed for the American's apartment.

As Alfred dragged Arthur along he started looking for anyone who looked suspicious. All he knew was that he was looking for a man who was a rapist, he needed more info to go off of.

"Alfred!" "Huh?" "Geez! I've been calling your name for a while now..." Alfred hadn't noticed, he was to busy trying to find the criminal. "Ohh.. Sorry... what is it?"

Arthur held up the hand that Alfred had been subconsciously holding on to and refusing to let go. "Ohh... sorry." Alfred let go of Arthur's hand and blushed. Arthur started rubbing his hand. "It's quite alright."

Alfred turned around and faced Arthur. "Well, were here!" Arthur looked up at the dreary apartment. "..."

Alfred rubbed his nick and glanced at the sidewalk. "Well... anyway... let's go inside!" Alfred ran up to the door and unlocked it, motioning for Arthur to fallow. Arthur walked into the American's apartment. It was messy, to say the least.

Paper was scattered across the floor. Blankets and pillows were in a big pile in the corner that was probably meant to be a bed. There were wrappers or McDonald's all over the floor and-

"Wahhh! OMG ARTIE SHIELD YOUR EYES!" Before Arthur could take in any more of the disaster called Alfred's apartment Alfred had screamed and put his hand over Arthur's eyes.

"H-hey! Let go!" Alfred picked up the brit with one hand and used the other to cover Arthur's eyes. Alfred carried Arthur to the pile of blankets and pillows and covered him with the blankets. "Don't come out of there Artie! Stay under there!"

Arthur reluctantly did as he was told in fear of what might happen if he took another look. As Arthur tried to get comfortable in the pile of blankets he just happened to run into a dirty sock. "AHHHHHH!" Arthur jumped up but got tangled up in the blankets and tripped over.

"Artie! Are you okay! WAIT! DON'T LOOK!" Alfred ran over to the brit and tripped over a stack of papers, causing him to land on top of Arthur. "Owww... Hey... you alright Artie?" Arthur wasn't moving, and Alfred could have sworn he saw Arthur's soul leaving his body.

"OMG ARTIE! DON'T DIE!" About an hour later both Arthur and Alfred left Alfred's apartment and headed back to Arthur's.

Alfred put all of his stuff down in Arthur's bedroom while Arthur started to make lunch.

"BOOM!" Alfred jumped and ran into the kitchen to find Arthur on the floor covered in dirt and a cut on his hand. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED ARTIE! ARE YOU ALRIGHT!"

Arthur simply stood up and looked at the smoking oven and pieces of burnt scones all over the floor. "What could have gone wrong this time?" Alfred let his jaw drop. "THIS TIME!" Alfred ran over to Arthur who had turned off the oven and started picking up the burnt scones off the floor.

"OMG ARTIE! YOUR BLEEDING!" Arthur looked at his hand that was covered in blood and had a rather large cut on his palm and sighed. "Indeed I do..." Alfred furrowed his brows and grabbed Arthur's wrist, pulling him into the bathroom and sitting him down on the toilet.

"Be more careful.. Seriously dude... You could have died or something..." Arthur snorted at Alfred's comment. "Yeah right! I'm Arthur Kirkland! Besides, this happens all the time. It was a simple miscalculation in the recipe and temperature. Nothing more."

Alfred grabbed a towel from the closet. "Yeah yeah." Alfred grabbed Arthur's hand and rinsed it under the sink. "Ouch."

"Be more careful..." Arthur rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I can take care of that. It's just a cut." Alfred ignored the brit and continued to clean Arthur's cut. Arthur started to get annoyed at Alfred since he hated being ignored and he wasn't strong enough to pull his hand out of the American's grip.

"Artie... There's something we have to talk about... you need to tell me what happened last night with the... man... who almost raped you..."