He didn't want to bother Alfred but he couldn't sleep.

After realizing that Arthur wasn't physically able to walk more than ten steps at a time, Alfred—quite heroically—escorted a blushing Arthur back to the guest room. It was then that Alfred, without warning, had collapsed on the guest bed.

It made Arthur Kirkland smile.

"Stupid gitface," he whispered, taking a seat on the chair beside the bed, watching the blue eyed man sleep. "How do you expect to take care of me when you can't even take care of yourself?"

Alfred answered with a loud snore.

"You're just a child…"

After watching the human slumber peacefully for an hour or so, the angel began to feel sleep overcome him.

The green eyed creature figured out the hard way that sleeping on the chair was definitely out of the question. So, hoping that Alfred was a heavy sleeper, Arthur climbed into the bed beside him.

The blond man stirred slightly and turned on his side, facing the other, which made Arthur lean back. He was on his side as well, and even though the bed seemed pretty big before the American had taken up quite an amount of space.

"Good night, human." Arthur murmured as sleep slurred his voice, and curled up against the blue eyed man, falling into a deep sleep.

"…good night, Arthur,"

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Arthur woke up the next morning to find himself in a bed by himself. To the left side of him, the covers were tossed and the mattress was still warm. He smiled slightly to himself and cautiously got out of bed, heading downstairs.

He was greeted happily by an eager Matthew and the smell of pancakes.

"Morning, Mr. Kirkland!" Matthew smiled, chewing his food in a rush. His school bus would be here any minute.

Arthur chortled. "It's Arthur, Matthew. Just call me Arthur."

The curly haired blond nodded, and gave him a spacey smile as he grabbed his backpack and gave Alfred a chaste hug. The older blond responded with a quick peck on the head. "Have a good day, Mattie," He smiled and went back to his cooking per usual.

The angel walked over to the table clumsily after waving good-bye to the little boy. Alfred grinned at the sound of the other's feet tapping around on the ground uncoordinatedly.

"Sleep well?" Arthur could barely hear him over the sizzling of the frying pan.

The creature nodded, as if the blue eyed man could see. "Yeah, it was really…warm." He reddened, glad the man was concentrating on cooking, or else he would've seen his face.

"Sorry I kind of collapsed on your bed," Alfred laughed warmly, the sound filling Arthur's ears. "I was dead tired, I hadn't realized it until it sort of, y'know, happened."

"It's okay. I don't mind."

I rather enjoyed it.

"Alfred." The man said as he placed a plate of hotcakes in front of the angel. Confused green eyes stared up at blue.

"My name," Alfred chuckled, taking his own seat beside Arthur, "it's Alfred."

Arthur could feel his face get hot. "O-Oh…um, well, thanks…erm, Alfred."

"Coffee?" The man questioned with a piece of a pancake hanging on his chin that he apparently didn't notice.

Arthur shook his head, lifting his hand to brush the piece of pancake away only to get uncomfortable look from Alfred. It occurred to the angel that it probably seemed like he had just caressed the man's face. "Pancake. It was on your chin." He fumbled the words out quickly to his defensive and went back to eating, a blush on his cheeks.

Alfred was grateful Arthur didn't look up from his food because his face was just as red.

What the hell am I doing?! I got embarrassed just because the guy touched me! How more gay can I get?!

Alfred peered over his syrup soaked pancakes, watching as Arthur fiddled to hold his fork, his hand trembling.

He went red in the face.

Apparently, he could get a lot gayer.

An eerie silence hovered over the thick atmosphere. Neither man knew what to say. Of course, it wasn't everyday that you were stuck home alone with an angel. And it also wasn't everyday that you were stuck in a house not your own, with someone you had just met the day before.

"Wanna watch tv or somethin'?" Alfred spoke up, washing both of their dishes in the sink. "I'm never home all day so this is kind of new to me as well. I have no idea what to do with myself here," he admitted, a bit a pain lingering in the back of his throat. It just occurred to him that he had lost his job.

Arthur nodded. It didn't matter to him, as long as they broke the uncomfortable silence that had him fidgeting in his chair.

The taller blonde placed a gentle hand on the other's shoulder, assisting him into the living room.

Warily helping Arthur onto the couch Alfred plopped beside him, turning the television on. "What do you wanna watch?" Arthur shrugged and Alfred exhaled noisily. He had forgotten, angels didn't have cable in heaven. At least, in his mind they didn't.

Making sure to stray away from anything romantic, Alfred had noticed the toga-like dress Arthur was wearing was from the night before. He hadn't even offered him a change of clothes.

"Do you want some different clothes?" Alfred inquired.

Arthur gazed down at his outfit; blood splattered on the back, still slightly damp from the rain. New clothes sounded wonderful.

"Yeah, if you don't mind, I mean."

"Not at all," the blond smiled as he jumped off the couch, leaving Arthur to place his hand over his chest. His heart was pounding, just because of a smile.

I'm so pathetic.

The blue eyed man came back with a fresh change of clothes: a plain shirt, and some sweats. "Sorry if they're a bit big. I was going to offer Matt's clothes but he's a little too small."

Arthur smiled and took the clothes. Alfred's face went pink as their hands brushed. "I'll go change then."

Alfred nodded, slumping against the couch as Arthur disappeared into the bathroom.

"I'm so pathetic."

Arthur quickly came back just as quick he had left and took his seat beside Alfred, who was already into whatever television show was currently on. The green eyed angel wasn't paying any attention, of course, he couldn't see what the big deal was with the bloody thing in the first place, but from the corner of his eye he watched Alfred's countless expressions throughout the show. He suppressed laughs and relaxed against the posh couch. Arthur simply took the pleasure of Alfred's presence.

It wasn't until the third episode of the show that Arthur noticed Alfred was snoring. Apparently, he hadn't gotten as much sleep as Arthur had.

"You'll hurt your neck sleeping that way." He mumbled to the other, nudging him with his elbow. This only made Alfred sway and end up with his head on Arthur's lap as the rest of his body sprawled out along the couch.

Arthur's cheeks flushed with blood, but contained his composure.

You really need to learn to take care of yourself before others.

They stayed in that position for awhile. Arthur would glance down every other moment or so to make sure he was asleep. And on certain occasions, if he was feeling brave enough, he would stroke Alfred's silken hair.

"What going on in the episode?" Arthur heard a calm voice ask.

He bent his head down to see Alfred, blatantly awake, staring at the television screen. First he wanted to yell at the man who had been pretending to be asleep, but after thinking it through rationally and seeing as how Alfred probably never got a chance to rest until now, he let it slide.

"Jonathan's cheating on Ruth with Olivia, Claire had her baby, and Marissa was shot on the way to see her lover Sam who had just woken up from his coma." Arthur said calmly as he smiled down at the blond on his lap.

Alfred smiled in return and closed his eyes.

"Your fingers are really cold." Alfred mumbled, curling on his side, facing the angel who, at this moment, looked like an average human. "They felt nice."

With a crooked smile Arthur's green eyes scanned the other's tanned face. Alfred was absolutely beautiful, in that rough boyish way. His eyes and his smile made him even more irresistible, Arthur had decided. Running his fingers through Alfred's golden locks he heaved a silent sigh.

What the bloody hell have I gotten myself into? Arthur questioned himself, as he leaned down to give Alfred a featherlike kiss on Alfred's cheek.

Alfred's eyes fluttered open for a moment look glance up at the red-faced man and he grinned. "Wake me up in two hours or so. Mattie should be coming home soon," he instructed before closing his eyes again.

"It…it was just pancake. You still had some on your face."

Alfred only chuckled.

"Well then, thank you."