A/N: WOoooooooa you guys O.o

I was like, totally blown away by the responses! I really have never recieved so many reviews and favs/follows at once! You guys are really amazing. So, I updated even faster than I planned! Sorry if the length isn't that much longer than the last, but I honestly could't think of how to stretch the events over the number of chapters I want. (I mean it is a really short manga.)

I also apologize if it's too far out of character, 'casue I like literally finished the series all in last week ^_^ buuut anywho, enjoy the fluff! (no trolling this time, this chapter has fluff.)

"Well you fell quicker than I expected."

Arthur whirled himself around, eyes widening. "How did you get in here-?" his last word stretched out a bit as he swung his fist at the oddly dressed intruder. He made contact-with the wall. Huh?

"Not the first time I've received that reaction; but your swings a little slow, old man." A smug voice taunted from below.

Arthur slowly dropped his gaze from the dent in the wall to down at his shoes. There's…there's just no way…! The angel doll stood at his feet. Grinning. Quite cheekily at that.

"…But this is the very first time I have been able to move so quickly after being purchased." The boy primped his blond locks in mock narcissism. "…you must have been quite taken with my beauty."

Arthur shook his head as if to clear it. This can't-there's just no way-

In shock, and for a lack of proper brain function, he stuttered out stupidly: "Y-you can shrink."

The doll snorted. "That I can. I can also do this." The doll drew his wings into his back and slowly enlarged himself until he was eye-level with Arthur. A few inches taller, actually. As a…human, Arthur supposed, the doll was rather brawny; but the cherub like pudge around his cheeks remained, still giving him the child-like adorableness. Arthur blushed as he realized what he had just thought.

The doll shrank back down to his supposedly "normal" size, and his wings re-sprouted from his shoulders. He flitted them a few times until he rose to actual eye-level with Arthur this time. He made eye contact with Arthur and studied him for a few moments. He leaned his head forward slowly, not breaking eye contact; and pecked the end of Arthur's nose.

Arthur lunged backwards, pink dusting his cheeks. "Whaaa-"

"I can only come to life when my master loves me." The floating blond gave a genuine grin. "And even though you are afraid of me like every other one of my masters has been, I'm still awake."

Arthur's blush deepened. "I'm not afraid of you." he attempted to sound convincing, but his voice wavered. He shot a glare at the angel and cleared his throat. "Do you…do you have a name?" he eventually ventured, once he felt he had collected himself enough.

The doll frowned and gently landed on the mantle, sitting still eye level with Arthur. "None of my masters has ever loved me long enough to give me one. They always become terrified and then I can no longer move."

Arthur immediately felt sorry for the boy. "Well then I will give you one. I'll need something to call you by anyway."

The doll's entire expression seemed to glow, and he burst up into the air. "Does that mean you're going to keep me?"

Arthur gave a reassuring smile. "Of course; I told you I am not afraid of you. I bought you, so you're my doll. Why would I get rid of you?"

The doll let out a joyous whoop and rotated in the air. He stopped a few inches away from Arthur's face. He peered curiously into the large emerald eyes. "And what should I call you, master?"

Arthur turned redder than he ever had before. "Not that!...my name is Arthur."

"Arthur…Arthur…Arthur. Arthur! Haha, Arthuuuur!" The doll swung around the room repeating the name with childish enthusiasm and laughter.

"Why are you so excited about my name?"

The giggly cherub came to a stop again at Arthur's face; his expression remained as cheery as ever, but his eyes were tinged with a sadness. "I've never been awake long enough to know my master's name, much less speak it." He gave a hearty smile now. "You are the only one that has let me live this long before!"

Arthur's expression softened at the boy's innocence. He really was completely adorable.

"Alfred."

"…what?" The doll quirked a brow.

"Alfred. That's what I'm going to call you."

"Alfred? Why Alfred? Do I even look like an Alfred? I'm an angel for pete's sake! God! And why does it sound British? I'm not British, I'm American! But wait…you're British aren't you? Funny, I've never met a Brit before…"

A vein popped from Arthur's face. He took it back. He was bloody annoying.

Alfred released another huff and gave an impatient wiggle. "Ow! That hurt!"

"Well if you would just stop moving, I wouldn't stick you!" Arthur grunted just as impatiently.

"I though your buddy Francy-pants was gonna make me clothes." Alfred complained.

"Francis designs extravagant apparel that is far too gaudy for everyday use. I'm just going to fit you some everyday wear."

Alfred rolled his eyes and huffed again.

"There; done, mister wiggle-wart."

Alfred extended his wings through the holes in the back of his shirt and gave himself an experimental spin. "I don't see what was so wrong with my old clothes."

Arthur gave an amused hum. "Well, we couldn't let you fly around in a dress all day."

Alfred glared at him. "It's called a toga, not a dress."

Arthur disregarded that comment. "Anyway, not proper clothes for doing chores in."

"Chooores?" The angel cried in disbelief.

"Well, if you're planning on staying, I won't let you freeload; you must pull your weight around here, lad. Now how about you help me prepare dinner?" he shot an inquisitive glance at the small boy before him. "You can eat, right?"

Alfred looked contemplative. "I think so…I mean, I've never eaten before, but since I'm living, I guess I'll have to."

The British man smiled. "We'll just have to fix that then. I'll make you my best meal!" Arthur retrieved the ingredients from his recently stocked cupboards. "Here: you slice the onions."

Alfred enlarged himself and quickly changed into the extra set of clothes for him at this size.

He looked at the odd vegetable and the knife placed in his hands and placed them on the plate on the table and gave a slice. "I can do this!" He enthused.

Arthur chuckled and they both sat in relative silence as they prepared their ingredients. Not 10 minutes in, he heard slight sniffling from Alfred. "Alfred…?"

"W-why…why does this vegetable make my eyes sting? What is this?"

Arthur looked sympathetically at the boy with tears spilling from his eyes. "Onions make people cry."

"Cry…I'm crying? Is that what I'm doing?" He whispered. "I see; so even a doll has the ability to cry. I've never cried before…and I can't make it stop!"

Arthur wiped his hands off on his pants. "Hey..hey Alfred." He gently got the attention of the boy who was crying desperately now. "Alfred, could you shrink back for me?"

Alfred wiped his nose and complied, shrinking until he was swimming in a pile of much too large clothing. Arthur reached over and pulled the boy to his chest, cradling him to himself and patting his hair. "It's okay to cry if you need to; whenever you feel the need to cry, just shrink back and I'll always be here to hold you like this."

Alfred raised his large, cerulean, tear-filled eyes to Arthur's. "You promise?"

"I promise." Arthur raised the boy to nudge his nose with his own. Really, he was far too cute for his own good.

After Alfred had reasonably collected himself, he sat in his owner's lap as he stroked his hair.

"Hey, Arthur; I forgot to tell ya somethin'" He drawled sleepily. "The rules for ownin' me."

He gave a sleepy gaze and yawned. "You hafta' tell me you love me every single day and give me lots of attention." He snuggled further into Arthur's stomach, his face still upturned.

"Arthuuur! Tell me you love me." He whined, quite adorably. Arthur promptly flushed.

"You are like a stubborn child with no discipline; there is no need for me to further inflate your ego." He denied.

I think I do love him, like he said…but I would never tell him that.

"Arthuuuuuuur! Gimme a kiss!" Alfred pulled on his shirt, trying to reach his face. Arthur took one look at the puckered lips, chubby cheeks with a slight flush, and the beautiful eyes squeezed shut and gave in immediately with a sigh. He took his finger and placed it on his own mouth first, the reached to nudge the tiny mouth of the boy on his lap with it. Alfred looked up in surprise.

"That's all you get for now."

Alfred beamed up at him. "I love you Arthur!" He cried, with the sincerity of a child. Arthur blushed further.

Really, this boy was going to be the death of him.

Omake:

After Arthur had finally gotten around to completing the meal, he set it before Alfred and waited for the boy to take a taste. The angel took a bite and chewed…and then another, and another.

"Do you like it?" Arthur asked.

Alfred placed a finger on his lip and thought for a moment. "It sucks."

"Whaaa-?"

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