Alfred- Junior
Arthur- Senior
They got home from the meet at exactly ten past midnight.
The four roommates dragged themselves into the apartment; Matt quick to grab a change of clothes and was off again to Kat's apartment, Kiku straight to the sink to wash up before stalking into his room and closing the door for the night, Arthur to his room to grab his towel and pajamas and heading to the bathroom to shower, and Alfred...
Alfred fell onto the couch in the living room and didn't move.
Arthur scoffed, stopping quickly in the kitchen to make sure his left-over snacks were put away before he washed himself. "Honestly, Alfred? You're not even going to shower, or go to your room, for that matter?"
"Too tired," Alfred moaned, snuggling deeper into the couch for good measure. "Room far away. Alfred stay here."
"Charming." Arthur closed the refrigerator and stood condescendingly behind the armrest the American was using as a make-shift pillow. "You're not even going to brush your teeth?"
"Nope."
Arthur scrunched up his nose in disgust. "Fine. Willow away in your own filth for all I care."
"Kay."
Arthur showered rather quickly, his own tiredness catching up with him as the warm water soothed him into relaxation. Once he was dressed, he poked his head into the living room, sure enough finding Alfred exactly as he had left him, only now with the addition of some documentary on the Food Network about sea salt chocolates.
"You'll get your fat arse up to turn on the telly but not to go to bed?" he asked.
Alfred pointed to the remote, laying haphazardly on the floor next to Alfred's fingertips. "Didn't havta get up."
"Goodnight, Alfred," Arthur snapped, making sure to smack Alfred in the head with his damp towel and earning a childish, whiney moan for his trouble. Smirking, he finished getting ready for bed.
And that blanket that he snuck onto Alfred before turning off the TV and finally, actually going to bed was not for him, just so you know. Arthur just didn't wan't to have to listen to Alfred complaining about his horrible night of sleep the next morning.
That's all.
The fact that Alfred looked fucking handsome when he slept had nothing to do with it.
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Arthur was putting dishes away in the kitchen, wasting time until the cafeteria opened for brunch, when the lump on the couch let out a gruff, disgusted groan.
"Good morning sunshine," he quipped, blinking back in surprise as Alfred started coughing and hacking wildly, throwing the blanket off of himself, and ultimately rolling off the couch and landing on the floor with a thump. Arthur of course, found this hilarious." The hell is wrong with you?" he asked between laughs.
Alfred's horrified face popped up again over the top of the couch, looking so confused and adorable, Arthur could do nothing else but laugh even harder. "UGH!" Alfred exclaimed. "Oh my- ARG! Stop laughing! I just woke myself up with my own stench!"
Arthur cleared his throat, wiping his eye with one last little snort. "You did what now?" he asked, clearly still amused. Alfred pouted.
"I woke up because I smelled something really funky, and it was me!" he cried in disbelief, sticking his nose into the collar of his shirt and coughing again. "Holy sh-Ugh!"
Arthur shook his head, leaning over the counter sassily and shaking his head sadly. "I told you to wash up before bed, but you wouldn't listen," he sang.
"Dude, I didn't think it would be this bad!" He pulled his shirt off over his head, and Arthur could almost forgive the fact that he then sniffed at his own armpit, at that sight of his delicious chest. "Man, I am RANK right now. Check this shit out."
Which was when he made a beeline for Arthur; his armpit bared and aimed directly at Arthur's face.
Arthur (understandably) shrieked, ducking out of the way, and sprinting down the hallway as fast as he could. "Get that bloody thing away form me, you twat!" he exclaimed, Alfred close behind.
"C'mon take a whiff!" he laughed, lunging at Arthur. Thankfully for the Brit, Kiku chose this moment to open his door to see what was causing such a racket, and that was just enough of a distraction that Alfred fell just short of his target, landing on the floor with a crash. Arthur whooped victoriously at the end of the hallway.
"I will not ask," Kiku mumbled, quickly stepping over Alfred and walking stoically down the hallway.
He had learned a long time ago not to question most things that went on in their apartment.
So the next chapter is taking longer than I expected it would, but I didn't want to make you guys wait too long for a chapter so I wrote up this derpy little thing! I totally woke myself up with my own stink once when I was too lazy to shower after a meet. It was gross. XD
Anyway, keep a lookout for the next chapter! It's gonna have PLOT! :DDD
-Car