AUTHOR: Lukas
2nd of November, 2014
Arthur shivered, hurrying down the street. The rain had come suddenly, as it always did in England, and it was Arthur's own fault for deciding not to bring his umbrella to work that morning.
The blonde cursed, and huddled under a roof ledge, soaked right through. Looking down the street, he couldn't spot any cabs and cursed again. Just his luck.
Dipping his head, he took a deep breath in an effort to quell any tears that threatened to fall. It had not been a good day.
He had woken up on the wrong side of the bed that morning, his job had been stressful, and his co workers had thought it a great day to pick on the irritable blonde.
Taking in another breath, he held his head in his hands, leaning against the side of the building.
Suddenly the rain wasn't there anymore. Snapping his neck up, he looked at the taller blonde who was grinning and holding an umbrella over Arthur's head.
"You're getting soaked, you git!" Arthur scowled and snapped at the younger man, who was quickly getting wet, his now dark blonde hair sticking to his forehead. A strand seemed determined to stand above the rest but eventually succumbed to the rain, flattening down.
"Ha! Yeah, no matter what I do with it, it always sticks up!" The blonde grinned, all child-like and sunny, and Arthur found himself blushing.
"You're American...?" The Brit asked, confused as to why this random American was shielding Arthur from the rain while allowing himself to get wet.
"Yeah!" He reached out; his hands warm, even through the leather gloves he was wearing. He took Arthur's hand and pressed the handle of the umbrella into it.
Suddenly he paused, and leaned toward the Brit. "Whoa! Your eyebrows are really thick!"
Arthur sputtered, highly offended.
Then there were lips against his, and before he knew it, he was kissing this American he'd just met.
The younger man pulled away, and Arthur opened his eyes slowly, green meeting blue. The American smiled, and without breaking eye contact, pulled something out of his pocket. Arthur flushed, feeling laid bare under the other man's gaze.
"My name's Alfred and you should call me!" The man grinned, breaking the spell as he grabbed the Brit's arm again and scrawled out a number.
Alfred hesitated before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the blushing Brit's cheek before he turned and jogged off.
Arthur stood for a second with his mouth hanging open, a blush on his cheeks. "Y-you can't just kiss random people in the street! You incomprehensible sod! You can't just..." The blushing blonde watched the other go, a hand coming to touch his lips.
Arthur smiled lightly, clutching the umbrella. Maybe today hadn't been so bad after all...