Sometimes Alfred caught Arthur staring at him.
Just staring, with this weird look on his face, something like a smile but there was sadness to it. It made him uncomfortable, bringing up things from their past and Arthur knew that so he would wait until his back was turned.
Annoyed Alfred looks down at him,
"What?"
Arthur's smile disappears,
"…I was just thinking-"
"Yeah well don't. You always get so damn nostalgic. You need to learn to let things go, pop." He tries to laugh like it's a joke but the strained sound comes out mockingly. Arthur hides his pain well like any Englishman but Alfred can see it even without his glasses on.
"-about when you were young."
His sometimes father finished stubbornly his voice cracking as he speaks and Alfred can't help but laugh.
"You can't win me over by bringing up that shit."
"…you loved me so much back then."
The taller man groans, he's really pushing it today.
"Yeah I did…a lot has changed since then. I've changed…but-"
Alfred sighs quietly, walking over to rest a hand on his fathers shoulder,
"-that…never really changed. Okay?"
Arthur isn't sure he believes him but he lets the subject drop.