A/N: A another chapter for you lovely readers! And thank you for the 1,000+ views I'm so happy this story is getting some love. Please share it around I would love to see and read more reviews and what you all think of our story so far! I love getting feedback and getting feedback gets me to write a lot more faster to get chapters out fyi :) Here is chapter 4 hope you all enjoy and thank you for sticking with me so far! There is a lot more to cover later on! When you all get to that little segment later it is a lullaby (but as a kh fan it sounded like a cute lullaby to me xD) I highly recommend listening to the music and vocals while reading, it would give it more emphasis on what we were about to portray. The link is on my profile(I tried putting it on here but didn't work D: and start on the thirty second mark before listening)
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Chapter 4-Arrangement
After that excruciating drive through the rain and Al's complaining about 'oh it's the wrong side of the road at least I drive on the right side' act, Arthur randomly pulled in steer clear to one of his regular pubs to gouge in a lovely pint and talk about plans for their wedding with his future husband, the dense and loveable guy in the world. While walking inside, they spotted out two empty stools close to the counter to claim as their own. Luckily for them, there were no other seats available besides those two. Sitting down, Arthur motioned with his hand, grabbing one of the bartender's attention for their order.
"I'll take some whisky on the rocks my good sir."
Alfred searched around the back of the counter spotting out what he desired and sure enough they had what he was hoping for. He turned back towards the bartender and shouted, "Straight jack bro! With shot glasses!" The bartender nodded and started to prepare the refreshments. Alfred didn't get the chance to have drinks with Arthur for a very long time. He figured he had been here since the setting looked kind of familiar. The place looked a tad old for his style, but hey Arthur's an old man with old people taste. Within a few minutes preparing their drinks the bartender placed them on the counter carefully and continued onwards towards working the rest of his shift. Arthur immediately grabbed his drink taking a big gulp and placing it back on the counter loudly getting the American's awareness. "So we need to plan this love." Alfred poured a full shot and just hammered it down like a bullet later collapsing his head on the edge of the counter.
"Yeah wedding planning."
Arthur was feeling flustered than ever. There was little time to do so many things at once. First of all make a reservation at a church, get the food but that is covered almost a few of their friends were willingly to help besides that frog Arthur would definitely refuse for him to make anything that could be edible, then the decorations, everything that a simple wedding should at least acquire. Arthur dreamt of having a perfect wedding with his true love getting frisked away with doves in the background fluttering around a lovely atmosphere like one of his fairytales that he treasured but doubt that could ever happen in reality. Along with his and Alfred's economy, mainly Alfred's, they were tight on their budget, but could obtain the necessities. Arthur took another gulp down almost completely finished with his drink and randomly slurred out bopping Alfred's head to wake up. "You don't want an outside wedding?" Alfred asked. Arthur hiccupped out, "An outside wedding sounds lovely." Arthur hiccupped back once more, "But I'm afraid of the weather conditions." He motioned the bartender for another glass and gladly paid the man a tip for the service. Alfred propped out leaning on the counter resting his head on his right hand in boredom. Party planning was not his forte. He was the partier if you put in his terms. How much work was there to make a wedding anyways? Call a few places and people up, simple. But for Arthur it was another story. He was like a flustered bride trying to make it perfect on spot as possible.
"Oh the wedding is going to be at your place?" Arthur quickly took another gulp of his whiskey alerting Alfred. Arthur couldn't handle a single drink or more. Whenever the Brit drank things blow out of proportion. "Careful there babe, don't drink too much!" Alfred guided the Brit's hand off the glass to ease his pace for awhile. "Right," Arthur hiccupped back regaining his stamina. "Sorry. Well my place is good but what about after? How are we going to manage? Our bosses have us up to our necks doing things. I don't know how we can handle that."
"Well, Obama is always up my ass anyways, I could live up at your place. Plus your boss is so stricter and you're always busy so it is best if you'd stay in London. I'll really miss the states though." That took some guts from Alfred.
Oh well I'm doing this for him because I at least care.
"Really?" Arthur asked. What is Arthur kidding? It was crazy for someone giving up everything just to spend their time and life with him. "You don't have to do it. I'm not worth it," Arthur collapsed his head on the counter using his arms to rest his head. Alfred took 'no' for an answer. He flicked Arthur's forehead to prove his point sighing in annoyance. "You are worth it dumbass. You're drunk." Arthur blushed on spot and sat up quickly in his seat. "Noooooo! I swear to drunk I not god!"
"You are babe," Alfred sighed out rubbing his temples trying to get rid of a massive headache that was almost circulating his skull. "Alright babe, let's get you home."
Alfred paid the full fee on the counter, slinging Arthur's limp body over his shoulder hoping that the poor soul doesn't drool on his authentic bomber jacket. Walking out of the smelly, dark pub the rain luckily cleared up making an easier advantage dragging the drunken Brit back to his vehicle. Alfred dished out the beeper from the Brit's jacket pocket clicking for access to get in safely. Once Alfred buckled in the unconscious Arthur he ran rapidly back to the driver side sliding the key in the car's ignition roaring it to life. He drove fast and steady on the road towards Arthur's home trying to beat the rain clouds from following his path. Driving in his country it was really been a simple task but here it was a tad difficult for the 'American wonder' to handle.
"Swear to god you guys are morons up here driving on this side of the road!"
Alfred muttered silently to himself. Every time both boys take a lovely drive around Arthur's home and or any part of the UK Alfred always complained. But hey what could he do about it? He had his own way and Arthur had his.
Perhaps after a few years he can finally see how driving on the right side is the right side. I'll give it time. He'll come around. Maybe.
Arthur started to stir slowly in his seat but Alfred could tell easily that the Brit was still out of it from those drinks before. "What is it baby?" Arthur said out of the blue. "Did you have a nightmare? Don't worry Mummy is here." Alfred rapidly eyed the sleeping Brit in a curious manner but then went back gluing his eye sockets back to the road. Arthur would have a flip if he makes even a little scratch on his car. "He's is dreaming about kids?" Alfred took another glance again trying to multitask: driving and getting into Arthur's head. Arthur smiled merrily in his sleep dreaming about something extraordinary making Alfred bounce back to his curiosity.
So far apart
No sense to restart
Our dreams are distant
Please don't be resistant
Memories obscure
But feeling so sure
I've not forgotten
Battles we both fought in
Yet I know how close we are together now
Bonded so pure
Your my only cure
Soaring with you here
Makes me want you more near
Feeling alive
For you I must thrive
It won't be easy
But I know you need me
Call for me and I will come, this I will vow
Open my heart
For us to restart
Our hearts connected
Now I feel protected
Now that I know
I, can see that glow
We, share together
That, lasts us forever
Here with you I quietly sleep in peace...now
That song sounds so familiar. But why I can't remember it?
Alfred gripped the steering wheel hard almost breaking it off hearing that similar melody that Arthur kept humming during the duration of the drive. Alfred set his jaw a bit grazing on the road, focusing on getting back home to drop off the sleepy Brit. But that song why would Arthur sing it at this particular moment?
Why are you so set on kids? With me for a fact. I'll be a horrible father. I'm not cut out for this I'm still a kid as well. Aren't we all? That there is a part of us somewhere deep inside not wanting to grow up at all, wanting to stay forever young? What if I mess up and he'll hate me or even our children if we plan to have any. Everything will be my fault because of my insecurity and self-awareness. I try to help I really do but I just mess up causing everyone misery.
"Alfred?" Alfred turned his head around slightly catching the Brit's attention. Arthur was still in a daze; he must been having a good dream to keep sleeping still. "They are so beautiful." Alfred tried to give a slight smile back in return then he turned his head slightly towards to the road later spotting Arthur's house and pulled up on the drive way.
Alfred parked the car in an almost neat fashion preventing it to collide with anything in sight. He ran over to Arthur's door and slung him back on his shoulder slowly walking towards the front door. At the front door the American tried as he might jiggling the doorknob for access, but no success given.
"Damn locked."
Alfred settled the sleeping Brit on his feet wrapping his arm around his waist for support. He tried looking through both Arthur's jacket and trouser pockets for the key but nope Alfred couldn't find it anywhere in Arthur's nooks and crannies. "Damn Brits. Can't they keep keys in their back pockets like everyone else?"
"Huh? Alfred?" Arthur lazily poked his eyes out inspecting what the American was doing. Alfred looked at the almost sleepy Brit giving an apologetic smile, "Oh sorry babe, didn't mean to wake you. Just lookin for your keys."
"It oooayy," Arthur slurred off in his dreamy speech. He pointed his index finger giving a hint to where a spare might be. "Under mat." Alfred looked down to the 'welcome' mat sign that Arthur got for his front porch and boy did it look so girly. The American chuckled a little. The whole mat was covered in flowers and screamed the word pink. There were so many shades of pink Alfred lost count. "Cheesy ass mat." Alfred flipped the mat over finding the spare that Arthur mentioned. He took the silver key placing in the tight lock gave a few turns and presto, open sesame! Alfred placed the key back under the mat and carried Arthur back right on his shoulder walking into the dark home. After closing and locking up the door inside Alfred found that Arthur's home looked like it was snapshot from one of those home design magazines. He really was into his feminine side Alfred laughed mentally in his head. The American continued onward up the slippery stairs trying to gain his momentum back from letting Arthur falling.
Out of all the days to get hammered and I the one dragging his sexy ass back here he decided to clean making the stairs a fucking ice rink!
Alfred sighed and slowly but surely made it to the top without any defaults. He walked over to Arthur's neat and tidy bedroom tossing the Brit nicely on the bed. He was about to change when suddenly Arthur grabbed his wrist pulling him in the bed cuddling. "Stay," Arthur commanded in his sleep. Alfred found it so adorable for Arthur to be needy a times. "I was going to anyway! Just lemme strip a bit, I don't want to sleep in these damn stuffy fancy guy clothes," He smiled back and unlatched Arthur's hands away getting off the bed in a swift motion. Later he spotted his bag that he had since he was staying over at Arthur's place. Alfred looked over what to wear but decided to screw it and started to strip off everything except his American flag boxers. After changing he got back to his snuggly Brit to sleep for the rest of the night. What a day it had been. Alfred yawned and quietly whispered in Arthur's ear, "G'night." He gave a light kiss to Arthur's forehead until Arthur later replied back, "Night," snuggling up into the American's chest deeply.
The next morning Alfred was the first one to wake up for once since Arthur was still comatose from the booze. He untangled himself lightly from Arthur's grasp and slowly walked towards the door to make some coffee. After Alfred went downstairs he found Arthur's spotless, for now, kitchen, but eventually will be messed up since Alfred was in a cooking mood. Looking at the clock it was almost noon so perfect timing to make the best brunch ever. He started to get all the ingredients he needed but there was one that he couldn't find throughout all the numerous cabinets, his beloved coffee.
"Friggin' kidding me! Just tea!?"
From that thunderous noise Arthur started to stir in his empty bed. He moved around freely to see if Alfred was still present but nope the American was nowhere in sight. "My head," The Brit sighed rubbing his temples. His headache scored a possible twenty out of ten which was lovely but the Brit couldn't find Alfred at all. "Alfred?" Arthur started to get out of bed without fully collapsing on the floor and noticed how he was still in yesterday's clothes. He quickly went over to his dresser and got some comfortable pajamas to wear for the day since he was always off the day after hosted meetings and luckily Alfred was off as well. Arthur heard numerous loud noises coming off from the kitchen downstairs figuring Alfred was going insane without his precious coffee.
I should be aware of this for next time. I'll buy that blasted item for now on.
Arthur walked a fast pace down the stairs and towards the kitchen commotion finding his once spot-less kitchen a total mess; pots and pans dirtied in the sinks and the smell of grease and butter churning his insides. Alfred quickly spotted Arthur walking in the doorway giving him a two finger signal as a 'hello' and continued to finish brunch. Arthur quickly spotted that Alfred was continuing on making the tea. How thoughtful. "Morning sleepin' beauty, it's almost noon, brunch sound good?" Arthur yawned back in return, "Sure thanks what happen yesterday? We were talking about our living arrangements then everything went black." Alfred involuntary scratched his covered bum since he was still wearing his comfortable boxers. He shortly snickered back prompting up the Brit, "You got drunk and the hero brought you home on your confusing ass roads~."
"My my roads aren't confusing thank you very much!" Arthur blushed furiously and later calm down on the matter, "But thank you for taking me home. But aside from that, what happen? I didn't do or say anything did I?" There was a pregnant pause before Alfred spoke which got Arthur's nerves to a boil. Whenever the English nation got a bit tipsy he would do any drastic to turn some heads around.
Hope I didn't do anything stupid how embarrassing if Alfred seen anything out of my boundaries.
"Mmmm. Well on the way home you were saying some stuff in your sleep," Alfred pointed out. "What did I say?" Arthur asked quickly blushing right on the spot of embarrassment, "I hope it wasn't bad."
"Just some stuff that you usually say to kids." Alfred turned around steering this eye contact away from the curious Brit. He later came back with a cup of tea ready for Arthur and pushed it close to edge of the counter. Arthur followed the gesture and sat in one of the wooden stools and took a sip of the tea to calm him further. The tea was perfect, Alfred knew him so well. "Like what exactly?" Arthur asked again and took another sip of the tea. "You said stuff like, 'Alfred, they're beautiful' like you were tucking someone into bed." Alfred averted his eyes back to the almost burnt pancakes flipping them like no tomorrow. His brother was a pro at the fluffy jacks, not him apparently. "I did?" Arthur asked promptly. Alfred finally took the jacks off the griddle and turned around not looking Arthur straight in the eye,
"Yeah. And there was that lullaby you sang too."
"Lullaby?"
Alfred finally looked Arthur straight in the eyes, "Yeah a lullaby. You were singing."
"What was I singing Alfred?"
Alfred bowed his head and turned his eyes away hoping the conversation could end right here. "Alfred you have to tell me there are many different lullabies." Alfred finally gave up and answered failing his arms in annoyance. "I don't know Arthur some song that you sing to children. If it would make you happy I'll sing the last couple lines alright!?" Arthur looked frighten, worried about Alfred but nodded quickly to listen.
"Alright. Now that I know I, can see that glow. We, share together. That, lasts us forever ~ Here with you I quietly sleep in peace...now."
Arthur almost dropped his tea cup from splattering. "H-How did you know that?" Alfred turned towards him and replied back rashly, "Hm.. I don't know you were singing it to our pretend child if that's your answer!"
Arthur promptly got out of his seat in anger and rushed over towards the American, "Do we have a problem Alfred? I do hope we don't. Please just tell me why you are all bloody hyped about with me singing that song!"
"What do you care!" Alfred replied back rashly. "Alfred F. Jones! We are engaged to be married soon we have to tell each other everything whatever was bothering us. So please love tell me what was bothering you I will try to fix it. Don't you trust me?" Arthur groaned and almost started to cry his eyes out.
"I do trust you Artie," Alfred replied back sighing, "I'm just scared is all."
"Like what?" Arthur cried out, "You don't want to be with me, to be married?" Alfred quickly waved his arms in a frantic pace as a definitely no. "No Artie I'm not I always want to be with you with the rest of my life. But what you were talking in the car got me a little upset."
"Upset from what Alfred, children?" The American quickly nodded and started to take everyone on the counters towards the table to eat. "Alfred! We aren't through with this!" Arthur frantically followed Alfred towards the table. "I don't want to talk," Alfred quickly sat in the chair and started piling up mountains of food on his plate. "Alfred!" Arthur pushed the plate away from and promptly sat on the American's lap placing his hands on either side of his face from breaking the eye contact. "Please tell me love. I'm here." Alfred closed his eyes and started to slowly answer, "You really want kids don't you?" Arthur started to blush redder and ever. He was at a blank state. "It's okay I could already tell," Alfred replied.
"You do?"
Alfred nodded slowly as a confirmation. "You look very into it when I saw you talking to your friends earlier today. It just made me scared and pressured. I know you want this I understand. But I'm not ready yet. I want to make you happy I really do but I feel I would be a total disgrace and have no idea what I am doing when we do have them."
"Alfred," Arthur cried and caressed the American's cheek slowly, "I'm not pressuring you into anything love. Yes I do want to have children with you but not this instant. We will wait till we are both ready and that will be the day. I promise." Alfred started to tear up as well but tried holding back the emotions grabbing Arthur's hand over his own, "Can I ask you something?" Arthur nodded slightly for him to continue. "What would make me a good father?" Arthur smiled and stroked the American's cheek more, "Love, you are already are I just know it. You are strong, brave, funny, sweet, protective; all the qualities a good father owns."
"B-But I'm not," Alfred gave a sad frown. "Poppet, listen to me one day when our children come into this world, they will gloat about how great you are: you listen to them, play games like you do with Geofrey, make sure they have the best of the best. Trust me."
"B-But what if I mess up and they hate me or you will hate me from not doing this right. I'm not that good with this."
"Alfred they won't hate you and neither will I," Arthur smiled back. Alfred whispered shakily, "And you think I can handle the responsibilities?"
"You aren't alone I'm scared as well too," Arthur blushed back twiddling his fingers through the American's hair, "But I got you and you got me. Whatever happens we have each other." After that little encouragement, Alfred started to feel a bit better smiling a tad leaning over the blushing Brit's lips and whispering, "You always know how to make me feel better." Alfred dove right into the Brit's lips claiming them forever and ever. Arthur just melted away making the kiss much deeper, wrapping his limp arms around the American's strong neck, tangling his fingers deeper in his wheat, golden hair. Every time they kiss Arthur felt he was always in paradise with his only love wrapping his strong arms around his waist, protecting him everlastingly, never leaving his side for now on. Once the boys needed air they broke the kiss simultaneously with a trail of saliva connecting to their parted lips. After a few breaths Arthur finally relished some words, "I'm happy that I could cheer you up love."
Alfred smiled back to his blushing Brit squeezing his midsection. "Sing me that song again. You have such a pretty voice."
"R-Really?" Arthur blushed back. Alfred squeezed Arthur's middle more as a 'yes'. When Arthur was singing Alfred was so entranced by his voice and the song in general.
This song is so familiar. I swear I heard this before.
After Arthur was finished Alfred asked a question, "What was that song about anyways?"
"Don't you remember?" Arthur asked. Alfred was stumped as ever giving a blank look Arthur simply smiled as a no worry. "You probably don't remember anyways I used to sing it to you when you were younger."
"Oh so that was why. I thought it sounded familiar," Alfred smiled back.
"O-Of course. My mother sang it to me too when I was little. She would always tell me that she sang it to my father as well when he was feeling a bit down to cheer him up."
"It cheered me up," Alfred grinned and quickly pecked Arthur's lips in a flash.
"You have to sing it to them someday."
"Them?"
Arthur blanked out and quickly got what Alfred was trying to say before.
"Yes. I most definitely will."
"Good," Alfred smiled.
"You know we never did pick the date you got too drunk off your rocker before we could discuss it."
"Oh blimey that's right!" Arthur face palmed his face in embarrassment. "Well, we best talk about it now, am I right?" Alfred winked back.
"Yes now is the perfect time. So I was thinking and don't laugh okay!" Arthur blushed. Alfred simply rolled his eyes, "I won't." Arthur blushed further and slapped the American's arm in annoyance.
"I was calculating our birthdays and I think I got a date so I added up our months together and we got November 27th." Alfred was blank. He just stood there prompting Arthur in further embarrassment. "It's stupid isn't it?" Alfred switched back to reality laughing his head off.
"What is so funny?!"
"It's not the date it's you!" The American couldn't stop laughing placing one of his hands on his abdomen. "What!?" Arthur yelled back. "You're so defensive over things you create and decide. I think it's a great idea, don't worry about it." Alfred beamed back and pecked Arthur's temple softly. Arthur blushed back as a 'thank you.' "Wait here okay?" Arthur jumped off the American's lap and went over to the living room to pick up a strange, thick book that Alfred had no idea what the contents were inside. The Brit came back and again sat properly on the American's lap placing the thick book on the table. This book turned out to be a big wedding catalogue. Everything inside this massive book had decoration tips, colors, themes, etc. Arthur was such a blushing bride. Alfred laughed mentally. "Why don't we start planning our future shall we?" Arthur smiled over to his fiancé. Alfred smiled pecking his cheek and wrapped both his arms around Arthur's middle.
This would take awhile but he's happy I'll give it at that.
"Sure babe let's get started."
A/N: So what do you guys think? :) Al would make a great dad soon don't you think? But thank you for reading the next chapters following will be trilogies of bachelor parties for both Al and Artie, stay tuned they are very interesting that's all I could say *coughdidyousayhangoverrefere ncecomingup;3cough* See you next week! Please please review we love reading them and I could finally finish this chapter that's kicking my butt atm xD Thank you!