[ A/N: Here's the next chapter! I'd like to thank everyone who's still reading this! Keep in mind that it gets a lil' steamy near the end, so if you don't want that, skip it, but it's rated for a reason ò^ò Anyway, enjoy! ]

Arthur woke up early the next day, made himself some tea and sat down at his table. Memories and thoughts from yesterday kept flowing back. It was like he was another person. He would never act like that around other people! He let him lean on him so freely. How?!

He shook his head and tried to focus on his tea and the gallery that was this evening. He luckily found his suit, way at the back of his wardrobe. Just a little ironing and it'd be perfect. Arthur stood up and went over to his bedroom, only to flop down onto his bed, blushing.

"How am I going to do this... I can't let what happened yesterday happen again." He thought to himself. "I'll just...buy something and leave...that's all."

He sighed and pulled himself up, making his way to the wardrobe, pulling out the suite and turning on the iron he already had prepared.

"Bloody hell...!" He hissed as he burned his finger. "Tch" He put the iron down and put his red fingertip in cold water. A few hours passed by as he showered and dressed himself. He was quite the looker in it, that is for the still red finger he was still tending to.

He walked out of his apartment and into the main street, he got a few looks, each one making him even more embarrassed. Arthur sped up his pace until he reached the shining lights of the gallery. He sighed in relief as he approached the entrance. Matthew noticed him and walked over.

"Welcome Arthur! I'm glad you made it." He smiled sweetly. "I couldn't help but notice you were dressed so finely. Nice suit!"

Arthur laughed nervously, "A little too formal I suppose...Please spare me, it was the only thing I had with me at the moment."

"That's alright! Don't worry eh? Just walk right in! Photographs are selling quick!"

Arthur nodded and entered the building, only to be greeted by a proud looking Alfred, who was shaking hands with everybody that was visiting.

"Hi sir! Hi ma'am! Enjoy!"

It got to Arthur's turn and before he could say anything Alfred shook his hand, and felt it slightly.

"Hm...Feliks? Is that you-"

Arthur was about to correct him but a blonde man turned around from behind that was standing next to a tall brunette man.

"I'm, like, already here Alfred! You already totally said hello!"

"Sorry man, it's just there's so many people!

The blonde laughed and turned around again. Alfred kept feeling the hand until he got to the burn. Arthur hissed slightly. "Ah, Arthur! I'm so happy you came!" He said as his eyes lit up. "But you burned yourself!" He frowned. And quickly kissed his burn. Arthur went bright red.

"There! It should be all better now!"

He smiled brightly.

"I-ah, th-thank you..."

"A hero is always here to save the day! Arthur, go ahead and check out my stuff! I'll join you later."

"Very well." Arthur closed his eyes for a second and made his way through the crowds to look at the photographs. He really liked a specific one in which it was a beautiful picture of a small town, it reminded him of his town back in England.

"Magnifique, non?"

Startled, Arthur look next to him, to find another blonde, but with longer hair than the other.

"S-sorry I don't speak-"

"Non, non mon amie, no need to worry, for I speak English myself! I was just saying how magnificent this photograph is. I presume you know Alfred, oui?"

Arthur nodded, "Yes, yes I do."

"He was taking quite a liking to you as I can see." He winked.

Arthur was taken off guard. "What? Nonsense. How would you know anyway..." He was getting annoyed.

"I am close to him, I was in a fair amount of his childhood you see, I know him well, le pauvre, he was blind since he was born." The man shook his head.

He looked up at Arthur.

"I can give you this picture for free, since I can sell it to you, but only under one circumstance, ma cherie."

"And what is that?"

"To care for him."

Arthur and the man both jumped, startled by Alfred's presence.

"Hey Francis! I heard your voice, who ya talking to?"

"Ah, bonsoir again, I'm talking to your lovely friend Arthur here, he seems interested in your photograph of the small town"

"Oh really? Sweet! Did he get it yet?"

Francis quickly grabbed a copy of the photograph and roughly gave it to Arthur. "Oui, of course!"

"Cool! Thanks, Arthur, you always make me so happy!" He grinned joyfully.

Arthur blushed full of embarrassment and looked at Francis only to be greeted with a smirk followed by a wink from him clearly looking at the Brit and the American together.

Alfred took Arthur's hand and pulled him around the gallery as soon as he said goodbye to Francis.

While pulling him Arthur was looking around the whole place, scanning all the photographs, they passed by one that was crowded with people.

"This is awesome!"

"Que lindo! Right Romano?"

"Ludwig Ludwig! Look at this! Look at this!"

"How pretty, da?"

"Y-yes!"

"Bruder, look how nice this is!"

"Maybe some more cats...mm?"

"Berwald, look at this photograph, we should buy it!"

Arthur, still being pulled by America, managed to look at the picture through a small opening in the crowd, his eyes widened. It was himself, by the fountain. It was Alfred's second picture of him, beautifully taken. "Outstanding" he thought to himself as he was dragged by.

They both soon left the the crowded area into the end of the gallery. Alfred started feeling the wall in front of him until he reached a small doorknob, opened the door, and brought Arthur inside, it was pitch dark, (not that Alfred would know) but a dim light turned on soon after. The small room was full of spare, framed photographs in storage.

"What are we doing in here, Alfred? And how did you navigate all of this so quickly?"

"I used to come here a lot when I was a little kid, I was really rusty with my navigation skills since I was still growing accustomed to my blindness, but now I'm an expert! Anyway, I wanted to tell you something, when it comes to honesty hour, I'm a real sucker for that!' He chuckled.

Arthur was getting a little hot, "a-and what is that?"

"Well, I just wanna say that...you really make me happy, I may have known you for just a few days but you really do. The photograph I took of you at the park is selling really fast! You always make my day and I just really, really like you, Arthur. I hope you can accept that."

Arthur was speechless.

"Alfred I had no idea you felt this way-"

"It's okay dude, I just wanted to tell you this. You're special to me, no one else had ever made me feel this way. I may not be able to see you, but I'm sure you're... beautiful."

Arthur stared into Alfred's cloudy blue eyes, they began to come closer and closer to him until he felt a gentle warm pressure on his lips. Before Arthur could react Alfred broke away and chuckled, "S-sorry...I couldn't help it, you sound really cute y'know. We can go now."

Arthur was mesmerized. "Wh-what? Where?" Alfred grinned, "back to the gallery of course...unless you don't want to..." He teased.

"I just..it's...peaceful in here that's all."

Alfred smirked jokingly, "Mm, Sure, we'll stay here!" he put his finger on his lower lip as if he was thinking of something, he suddenly pointed at Arthur and grinned. "Only if you let me give you another lil' kiss!"

"Wh-what?! That's ridiculous!"

It was obvious what Arthur wanted but he wouldn't admit it.

"Please Arthur! Please!" Alfred was playfully begging.

Arthur gave in. "Just. One."

Alfred's face lit up and walked over to Arthur and immediately began kissing him, he didn't stop, the situation began to get very intimate, both returning each other's kisses. Arthur has never felt this before, and before he knew it, a small, muffled moan was heard coming from him. He could feel Alfred's lips form a smirk. Arthur ended up against a wall, flustered with his breath hitched. Alfred's husky voice whispered "Arthur..." into the blonde's ear, causing a shiver down Arthur's spine, The American started to gently nip different parts of Arthur's neck, driving him crazy and bringing waves of pleasure to both. Arthur couldn't help his moans anymore and was bucking his hips. The moans were awfully loud. Alfred could maneuver around a body flawlessly without sight. Arthur's suit and shirt were half undone and Alfred's jeans were unbuckled. It was getting extremely steamy.

A distant voice was heard from the other side of the hallway that the room was in.

"Alfred? Is...that you? ...H-hello?"

"Sh-shit," huffed Alfred, "Artie quiet dow-down"

It was Matthew, and he was coming closer. Arthur soon became fully aware of what was happening, but was still a little out of it.

"Arthur," whispered Alfred as he tried to feel for his belt to buckle it. He also tried to pat down his hair, "Stay behind those large photographs with the frames and come out when I leave the hallway with Matt." His voice was oddly commanding. Arthur nodded weakly and patted his hair down as well, moving over to the photos. When he was well hidden, Alfred walked out to greet his brother.

"Hey bro! Y-yeah it's me, just checking the place out..." He smiled reassuringly.

Matthew did not look convinced.

"Really? It sounded like you were struggling in there, that was...you... right?"

A small blush crept up to Alfred's cheeks, "No way dude! You probably heard something else, now come on let's go where the crowd here is huh?"

Matthews suspicious face eased away and turned into a small smile.

"If you say so..."

Both brothers walked away quickly, causing Arthur to hear the footsteps get further and further away, he soon got up and fixed his suit, quietly shutting the door behind him and walking towards the buzzing crowd. Still slightly blown away by what just happened.

[ A/N: Well •-• I hope you enjoyed that! On to the next chapter ( *ω´) ]