Alfred got dressed; his lucky jacket was hanging off the door. The number 55 was faded from wear. A go-lucky smile was covering his whole face. He felt a hell of a lot better after cutting his old punching bag in half; he needed a new one anyways. This was going to be a nice calming night out on the town. They would go eat and see a scary movie. Everything would go just as he planed out in his head. As Alfred left his room, he grabbed his jacket and slipped it onto his body. Arthur was dressed in formal clothing. Alfred smiled and hid a laugh.

"You know we are only going to a restaurant down town. There really is no need to dress up." He informed the angel, he leaned his arm on the doorway. Arthur even had his hair done up nicely. The American smiled and moved over to the other man.

"Well unlike you sloppy Americans, us British care about how we look when we go in public." Arthur tightened his tie and looked at him self in a mirror. Alfred's smile got a little wider as he grabbed the sides of the angel's head, Arthur's eyes got wide as the American messed up his hair. The Brit made a high pitch squeal like sound. Alfred also started to re-move the tie and un-do a few black buttons. He looked over Arthur and chuckled.

"There you look so much better now. I like your hair messy; it makes me want to run my fingers though it." Alfred said as he shoved his wallet down into his back pocket of his pants. He grabbed his car keys and held back a yawn.

"Stupid twat, that took me forever to do! And don't say such embarrassing things?"

"Dude ease up, your starting to sound like a chick. Plus I like to watch you blush it's so fucking cute." Alfred told the other man and watched as that blessed burning red color filled the angel's cheeks. Arthur patted at his hair as he desperately tried to calm down the many fly-a- ways. This only made his hair look even worst. He was just about to reach for a brush when he was pulled out into the rain. The rainfall made him finally feel like he was back home. The angel missed the rain and the poor weather; after all, it never rained in heaven. Alfred unlocked the doors and blasted the heat. The American smiled at Arthur before pulling out of the driveway. The Brit tightened his seatbelt and his nails dug into the arm of his chair. Alfred chuckled at the sight; he made up his mind to give the angel a scare. At the next turn, he made the tires scream out like they do in the movies. Arthur's scream however, blocked out that of the car's.

"What the bloody hell were you thinking? Damn wanker, you're going to kill us both!"

"Don't be silly Artie, your already dead. It's impossible for an angel to die twice." Alfred laughed at his joke. The angel seemed to jump a little; he pouted and smacked the other man in the harm.

"That wasn't funny! Twat, what the fuck do you think you know about angels?" Arthur whispered the last part and then did not say a single word after that. Alfred noticed that he did something wrong, he pulled into the parking lot and found a open spot near the front doors. The American opened his door and was hit was an ice-cold wind. His teeth chattered together. Arthur open his door and didn't even flinch when the blistering wind hit him. The angel joined at Alfred's side and they walked in together. Alfred's teeth chatter didn't stop even after graced with warmth.

"Man I'm starving to death. I can't wait to eat." Alfred said as a cute short waitress walked under his nose with a tray of hot honey buns. His stomach growled loudly and he quickly stole a bun when the same short waitress walked by again. She gave him a dirty look and went back to work. Arthur turned away from the cocky bastard. In addition, it didn't take Alfred long to see that the other man wasn't talking to him. The silence only caused him to grin and come up with a little seam. Slowly he moved behind the Brit and slipped his freezing cold hands under the fabric of Arthur's shirt.

"WOOOO!" The angel yelped, his whole face turned red. The whole restaurant turned to the sound. Some girl was videotaping them with her bright mint green cell phone. Poor Arthur blushed deeper; he pulled Alfred's hands out of his shirt. The American laughed and wrapped his arms around the angel's waist and placed a soft kiss on his neck. The girl turned to the guy she was with and giggled.

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"That was so cute. Nevertheless, nothing will beat the tape Kiku got! I'll need to thank him for the copy." Elizaveta placed her cell back into her bag.

"Do I even want to know?" Roderich asked his wife while he pushed his glasses up. She only giggled as a response.

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A waiter took the couple to a booth. The American grabbed another bun and added butter. While the Brit waited for their sever. The short waitress came up to their table. She had a fake smile on her face from working to many hours.

"Hello are we ready to order? Would you like to try some white wine, its free tonight." She pulled a purple pen from her black hair.

"Oh yes some wine would be just wonderful. I would like the stake with potatoes." The American was a little on the down side because they didn't have any kind of hamburgers.

"I think I'll have the same thing." Arthur's stomach growled loud enough for the waitress to hear. She had to hide a giggle and she felt with out even looking where she was going. The Brit crossed his arms; he could feel Alfred's blue eyes all over his body. He could tell that the evil blush had claimed his cheeks once again. Alfred laughed at the other man's un-easiness.

"Dude ease up a little, it's just a date." He said and turned to a man standing at their table. The man placed two glasses down and a bottle of wine before he pulled the cork out. Alfred pored them each some of the wine. Arthur took his glass and stared down at it. His eyes gazed over and a small smile made its way onto his face.

"It's my first time going on a date. I didn't get much back home so I guess I'm just a little up-tight." The angel took a sip from his glass. Alfred was surprised but at the same time he also started to become some what nervous. He never had been good at the dating thing. Like with Ivan, Toris, and even Kiku they all ended badly. He knew that he was really starting to like Arthur. The feeling scared him.

"Really, well then I'll make this the best damn date you'll ever be on!" He laughed and gulped down his wine. Arthur blushed and locked eyes with the other man. Alfred leaned across the table and grabbed the angel's chin. The space between them got smaller and smaller until their lips touched in heavy kiss. The waitress came back with their meals. She got bright red and tried to place the plates down, but it was impossible. Alfred ran his hands through Arthurs sandy blond hair. The Brit peeked an eye open and saw the blushing waitress. His eyes went wide and he shoved the American away forcefully. The girl said nothing as she gave them their food and left. She almost took another sever down in her attempt to flee. Alfred chuckled and went in for another kiss. However, the front of his face met the palm of Arthur's hand and the hand shoved him back. Smiling they both started to eat the huge plate of meat.

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Hey everyone I'm really happy with this chapter and I really happy with all the reviews. Yup here is a little story. I went to camp over the summer and all the activists I went to were run by some wonderful British counsels well all but one. And I remember they got excited when it rained because it was the first time it rain since they got their, and they still had us do the games and stuff in the light rain fall except for my one thing I did that had American counsels. Yeah that one British guy was hot and tall.

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