Chap.7 -Thank you for reading! To Alphine: sorry, I forgot about there ages(thanks for reminding), they'd be around 19/20ish for Al and Matt and about 23/24ish for Arthur, I think. Thank you so much for the review! ^^

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After a bit of rummaging in the fridge Al emerged with a grin and a half-empty carton of eggs. He placed them on the side and causally pulled out carton of orange juice before closing the fridge door and turning to Arthur who was sitting quietly on a stool by the counter. He noted his cheeks looked a little pink but didn't think much about it, guessing it was because he was still a bit ill.

"So Arthur, what d'you think of scrambled eggs for breakfast?" he asked cheerfully, having no clue what types of food the other liked. Arthur just blinked a few times before smiling at him, but didn't say anything. Al took that as a 'yes' and set about making them, humming some random tune as he went. He wasn't a great cook, but he was pretty reasonable, well, good enough for it to taste okay anyway. Arthur watched him with silent interest, he knew a little about cooking but from the few times he'd tried it, it hadn't ended amazingly well. Alfred seemed to be able to do it though. He didn't cut himself once, there was no smoke or explosions and the food hadn't even turned black yet. He watched, kind of confused, wondering how he did it. Al finished up cooking pretty quickly and promptly set a plate and glass of orange juice in front of Arthur before taking a seat opposite him.

"Sorry it's not the best, but we'll be able to buy some better stuff later." Al grinned, his mouth already full of food. Arthur just nodded in response before cautiously taking a bite himself. Less than a minute after that his plate was completely empty, somehow managing to finish even before Alfred and with even less manners. Al laughed, watching him lick at his paw and lips and wipe his face with his sleeve, trying to clean the mess off him as best he could.

"I take it, you liked it then?" he laughed, standing up and taking both there plates, dumping them thoughtlessly into the sink. Arthur grinned back, finishing his drink quickly before answering.

"Yes, thank you. It was very nice." he said contentedly and stood up also, brushing himself down. He then froze suddenly, for the first time noticing that he was somehow in different clothing. Al noticing his confusion and surprise, put a hand on his shoulder. His voice sounding happy and slightly amused.

"When I brought you back here, you're clothes were kinda torn, and like, really dirty, so I gave you a pair of my pyjamas… sorry if they don't fit well, but we'll get you your own clothes later… until then your kinda stuck with mine." Al smiled and Arthur felt a blush quickly rising to his cheeks again. Turning his face so Al couldn't see, he spoke up quietly, trying to sound steady but he was feeling choked up at how kind Al was being to him.

"…Thank you, but you really don't need to do tha-"

"It's fine! Honestly, this is my choice, I wanna help okay? You don't need to worry cause its no problem, I mean, really, its not, okay?" Al cut him off quickly, seeing where Arthur was going. Arthur took a breath and after a second smiled back, feeling himself relax and comforted at his words. Al didn't wait for anymore of a response.

"Good! That's settled then. Now, how about we get changed? I'm sure I've got something that'll fit you and then we can go shopping for stuff!" Al grinned widely. Arthur grinned back, this human really was strange. Arthur's head tilted to the side as noticed something then, now that he was closer to Al's face he could make out a reddish cut going from his cheek to the corner of his mouth. He felt a small wave of hatred run through him making his eye twitch and causing him to bristle slightly, remembering that Scott had done that to him. Without realising it and acting on instinct he stepped close and took a hold of Al's arm and resting his paw on Al's opposite shoulder for balance, he leaned up higher, licking at the cut gently, wanting to soothe it. Al was surprised to say the least, but somehow not as much as the other it seemed. Arthur stood frozen in shock, his mouth open and looking almost horrified at what he'd just done. Al kept himself still, he could feel Arthur's warm breath tickling against his cheek and he tried suppress a sudden shudder that ran up his spine as his stomach fluttered oddly. Arthur flinched, quickly letting go and stepping back, his heart was pounding almost painfully against his ribs and he hurriedly looked at the floor, fidgeting nervously.

"I'm s-so sorry, I didn't m-mean to do that I-" He stuttered a bit, sounding extremely embarrassed. Al just laughed, waving his hand and cutting him off.

"Hey, don't worry about it! Haha it really wasn-" a loud series of knocks at the door interrupted him, at the same time making Arthur twitch quite badly. Still chuckling at Arthur's reaction, Al called out, though he was almost certain he knew who it was.

"Yeah, who is it?"

"The awesome me! Who else would it be you moron!" an obnoxious and overconfident voice yelled through the door. Al rolled his eyes, snorting. He was about to tell him to get lost but he could also make out the muffled voice of his brother outside the door, it sounded kind of like he was telling Gilbert off but it was to quiet to make out the words. He paused, not sure what to do. He wanted to let Matt in, but that would mean he'd also have to let that bastard in too…

"Oy! Open the fucking door already!" Gil yelled, banging on the door some more. He wasn't know as the most patient person in the world. Sighing, Al gave a still blushing Arthur another smile for reassurance, he was looking rather edgy and biting his lip, he didn't seem to like the sound of person on the other side of the door. Irritated, Al walked purposely slowly to the door before opening it.

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- really really sorry for the short/boring chapter, but im too tired to make it any longer now so ill try an add another chap later. (sorry for spelling/grammar/OOCness etc) . Thank you so much for reading! ^^