ARTIST: april-cherie-sprinkles (Art is available on the 365daysofusuk tumblr)

AUTHOR: Anonymous

7th of November, 2014 - Teach me how to dance

Arthur Kirkland was your usual Brit. Blond hair, green eyes, he had an accent and he had really big eyebrows, and was really polite.

He attended high school, he had friends and he was invited to parties on weekends. The parties were good, only problem was that Arthur didn't enjoy these parties as much as his friends.

Why? Parties always started with talking and then they ate food and went to dance. Where was the problem? In the dancing part. Arthur's friends loved dancing, but he never liked it that much.

"Why do we move our hands like this?" "I don't think I'll be able to move like that" "Don't look at me I know I don't dance very well" "..Twerk, what, I can't do it" or "I hate this song" Where thoughts Arthur often had in his head.

His friends would try to make him dance, and Arthur would dance and enjoy it for a moment, but Arthur being himself would then notice how everyone always danced with someone even if they weren't that close to each other.

So Arthur was alone in this.

"Maybe it's just me and I'm exaggerating" he always said "Sorry guys, I'll go for a drink"

"I'll go with you" One of Arthur's friend said. He was taller than Arthur, had blue eyes, blond hair, wore glasses, and had a characteristic american accent. His name was Alfred.

With their drinks on hand, they sat on a table and talked for a while. But time passed and Arthur realised that maybe Alfred wanted to go and dance again, so he excused himself and announced he was going home.

"But wait Artiiiieee it's still early"

"I know but I.. mum wanted me to go early"

"Arthur you said your parents were on London for a business trip, and that you're staying with your brothers" Alfred had an accusative look on his face that made Arthur nervous. So he decided he would tell Alfred the truth.

"Okay Alfred, look." he paused and took a big breath "I know dancing seems really fun, but for some reason I can't enjoy it how you all do, and I don't know why. Maybe I'm exaggerating and it is just that I'm stupid, but since now dancing is the main fun on parties I get bored and.. please don't think bad of me"

"Okay"

He said okay. Alfred said okay. Arthur expected him to laugh and or to be angry since he did not think it was fun, but Alfred was really his friend, one of his closest, he was happy the american understood.

"Thank you Alfred, good bye" but Alfred grabbed his arm and stopped him.

"I said Okay, but if you don't like it, I'll just teach you how to!" he said this while smiling and that made Arthur feel all funny inside.

"No, don't mind it. It isn't your problem"

"Arthur, you're my friend. A friend's problem is also my problem. So an Arthur's problem is also an Alfred's problem"

This was nonsense, but it made Arthur happy. So he said yes and Alfred dragged him to the dance floor.

"Now now Arhur just listen to the song"

"Why?" the stereo was loud enough and he knew the song.

"Shh, silence Artiebrows just listen"

"...Now what?"

"Do you like this song?"

"Yes, not one of my favourites but still one of my likes"

"Okay, so now just dance"

What.

"Alfred, that is the bloody problem, I don't know how to without screwing it!"

Alfred shook his head

"That's the problem. You worry about what others think about you, even if you don't talk to them, instead of just knowing how to have fun. So as a hero I'll help you!" and this made Arthur smile.

"Just look at me and don't mind the others, try to move and don't worry if you don't know how to"

"Thank you"

More parties happened, but Alfred never left Arthur dance alone. The brit was thankful for that, but wondered if Alfred was bored sometimes or if he wanted to dance with someone else instead of the boring brit.

But even if Arthur said Alfred was free to leave him alone and go with someone he wanted to be with, the american said "There's no one I want to dance with other than you, Arthur, don't worry" and flash a smile.

Sometimes Arthur heard people laughing and pointing at him but Alfred will act like he also didn't know how to and while doing that, glare at those who laughed, like an angry puppy.

But everything couldn't be always that perfect and sadly for Arthur, he started to feel something for Alfred. "He would never like me" "He is going to hate me" and "I don't want to lose our friendship" were thoughts that always tortured Arthur. So he decided to stop dancing.

But that didn't work and Alfred now followed him asking "What happened?" This continued in every party they had now and in a desperate attempt to stop his feelings, he decided to stop going to parties.

The first weekend nothing happened, but on the second Alfred appeared on his door.

"What are you doing here!?"

"I've come to see my friend, Arthur" Yes friend, only friend.

"No, go and enjoy the party, I'll stay"

"Why Arthur, do you still hate dancing?"

He shook his head. If he knew maybe it was going to be easier to leave him alone. He could react bad and leave him. Of course that would crush his heart but Alfred would be free.

He took a breath and said "Alfred, I'm sorry, but I think I like you more than a friend."

"So?"

"What?! Won't you hate me now and be grossed?!"

"Arthur" he smiled a little "Didn't I say there's no one I want to dance with other than you?"

"So you don't hate me?"

"No silly, I like you too"

And everything was good. Arthur said they could go to the party, but Alfred said watching movies together was more fun. And so, they spent their Friday night like that.