Alfred sighed, it was no big deal. He didn't understand why Arthur was freaking out, but the brit stood in front of him arms crossed and his face reddening with rage...but he slipped a small smile anyway. He was so cute.
Arthur held up the cell phone he had jerked away from him with a stern look, "I'm just saying. Don't tell people "Sorry, I'm spending time with my boyfriend" when you're out with me!"
He laughed, "Well ain't ya?"
"No! I am most certainly not! "I'm spending time with my father" or just "Arthur" would suffice!"
The American leaned forward pretending to consider this as he rubbed his chin, "So...when I fuck you should I think of you as my father then too?"
He was surprised the brit didn't chuck the phone at him the way his face contorted at his words.
"D...don't be disgusting."
"I don't think it's disgusting. I think its fun."
"Not that you dolt. I mean...it sounds weird."
"Hey, you're the dad whose fucking his son."
Arthur covered his face with his hands and Alfred was sure that redness in his cheeks was embarrassment now.
"Technically you were adopted!"
"Still diddlin' your kid."
"S-shut up!"
Alfred chuckled, slowly getting up he patted the brits shoulder, rubbing it reassuringly, "Okay...so what should I call you? Pop? Daddy? Or maybe I should say I'm out with my girlfriend?"
"Don't you dare." he grumbled lowly as he glared up at him through his messy bangs.
"What then?"
The brit sighed and held out his arms exasperated, "Can't I just be "Arthur"?!"
A small smile tugged at the corner of Alfred's mouth, "Nope. Thats boring. I want a pet name...something only I can call you."
Arthur's eyes hardened, "Does everything have to be a game with you?"
He said nothing.
"Even me?"
At that he grinned wolfishly,
"My favorite game to play."