Chapter 2: The Next Morning.
The sun rose like nothing happened. Arthur rubbed his eyes against the sun's rays. "…Huh? Warmth…?" He slowly sat up, stopping when he felt something around his waist. A small blush pressed onto his cheeks as he looked over. His eyes widened a bit.
Kirkland was already up, he just didn't feel like moving. Still, to see what Arthur would do, he pretended to be asleep. He felt England trying to move his arm off, but he tightened his grip a bit, just like he would in his sleep. Arthur continued to struggle a bit against his grip before giving up, rolling over on his other side to face him.
"Get up, Artie." He said softly, placing a hand against his shoulder. The other stirred a bit, but nothing more. "Artie, get up, poppet." He repeated, moving his hand to his cheek instead. Kirkland stirred a bit, slowly opening his eyes.
"Why did you perform that spell when you know I always come out in the end? Do you miss me that much?" He said jokingly, taking the chance to lean up and kissed him on the lips with a tender touch. Arthur's face blushed a bit as he returned the kiss, scooting towards him a bit. The pirate slid a hand up his back and into his hair, but only for a few seconds. England playfully pulled away before they got too inimate, and the other whined loudly.
"Damn it! Why do you always do that in the mornin'?" He whined again, sitting up and shuffling out of bed. Arthur laughed and also stood up after moving the blankets off of him.
"Because you're just so cute when you're all whiny~." He teased, shaking his hips a bit. Kirkland blushed as well. How he just wanted to pounce him and get into his pants and -
Suddenly, the phone rang. Both of them sighed at the same time, and Arthur answered it.
"Hello? Arthur Kirkland speaking."
"Yo! Iggy!" Alfred said on the other line. England furrowed his brows together a bit.
"Don't call me 'Iggy'! What do you, Alfred?"
"Can I come over? I'm in London right now and I really wanna see you!"
"You- Why are you here?"
"To surprise you! See you in a sec!" A click and a long beep ended the call. Arthur let out a small sigh and turned to Artie. "Get dressed. Alfred's going to be here soon." He said, slightly annoyed. The other nodded and walked over to his dresser, tossing England a clean pair of clothing before grabbing himself some.
Both of them dressed a bit differently. Arthur had his usual vest, dress shirt (buttoned up, of course) and pants on, while Artie had jeans and his dress shirt was unbuttoned all the way, showing a white tank top under it.
A loud knock on the door brought both of them out. They both traveled to the door. Artie took a small side step to hide behind the door as Arthur opened it.
"Iggy~! It's been a while!" Alfred exclaimed, wrapping his arms tightly around the small Briton.
"Y-Yes it has! T-Too tight!" Arthur squirmed a bit, pulling Alfred into the house so he could shut the door, locking it with a simple click. 'Let the party begin.' Artie thought, sneaking his way back up to the bedroom. Something was going on inside that head of his.