Alfred and Arthur strolled happily down the park's road in late september, hand in hand. Alfred swung their arms, which Arthur only rolled his eyes and pouted about. Honestly, it was too childish, but the Englishman could deal with that. It would be very illogical if he couldn't; his boyfriend was practically a huge baby himself.
"I like holding hands with you and taking walks," Alfred murmured into Arthur's ear.
Arthur looked up, chuckling softly as he squeezed his hand tightly. Alfred always did say how much he loved him, but rarely ever said why, so it was a nice reassurance.
"Oh you do?" he asked back, a smile on his face. "I like taking walks with you as well. It's nice to get out every once in a while and not stay cooped up in the house all day watching the telly. Especially since we always watch your shows."
Alfred whined quietly and shook his head, bringing Arthur's hand to his mouth so he could warm it up with his breath. "Nuh uh. We watch your shows sometimes too. Like Doctor who! You know!" he exclaimed and brought down Arthur's hand.
Arthur frowned. They definitely did not watch Doctor Who. Maybe like once a week. Still, he didn't want to start another childish fight when they were enjoying themselves. So, he just exhaled and nodded. "Yes, yes. You're right, Alfred. Of course we do."
Alfred cheered, raising their hands together, causing Arthur to stumble a little. Alfred laughed and helped him back to his feet, only to be met by glaring eyes.
"Aw, don't be like that, Artie! You just tripped. Ain't my fault!"
Arthur grumbled and wiped himself off with his free hand. "Whatever," he mumbled, only to be cheered up by a hand tickling his side.