"It's the bottom of the ninth with one man on third. The next batter up is this team's last chance at redemption. Who will it be?" Arthur gritted his teeth as he watched a large young man step up to home plate.
"And... it is Hector Madison, The most promising rookie batter in the high school league." Arthur was starting to get extremely annoyed with this announcer constantly talking.
"Does that man ever shut up?" Arthur grumbled.
"Yeah, we hate it too, but that team had to find something for him to do since he didn't make the cut." Matthew giggled.
"STRIKE ONE!" Arthur clenched his fist and watched as Alfred walked around the pitcher's mound. The American licked the tips of his fingers, wiped them off, and fixed his hat.
"Must he do that every game? I refuse to hold his hand or even kiss him until he drops that habit." Matthew shrugged and looked back at the game. He was starting to get annoyed with Arthur's constant yakking too.
"STRIKE TWO!" The dugout went completely silent. Even Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert were quiet for the last pitch of the game.
Alfred's eyes narrowed as he tightened his grip around the baseball. This was it, the last pitch of the game. He sighed in to his gloved hand and pulled his other arm back, He took a step forward putting everything he had left in to this pitch. The ball flew from Alfred's hand almost too fast for anyone to even see when it made its way to the catcher's hand.
"STRIKE THREE! You're out!" The umpire called.
"Mein gott, He did it! We won!" Gilbert shouted and hugged the other two-thirds of his trio.
"Gilbert, You a ruining my hair," Francis said trying to push the albino off.
"We are going to championships!" Antonio shouted.
Arthur smiled as he watched the team's reaction to their win. Although he didn't play in any of the games, Arthur was happy knowing he was a part of the team.
"Don't I get a kiss?" Alfred stood behind Arthur with his arms open for the shorter boy.
"Fine," Arthur pecked the American on the lips and hugged him.
"Arthur, didn't you say you wouldn't kiss Alfred?" Matthew laughed.
"That's right! Would you quit that awful habit of licking your fingers during games?" Alfred gave Arthur a confused but soon made an 'O' shape with his mouth.
"I only do that to get a better grip on the ball,"
"Still it's disgusting,"
"If it makes you feel better I'll go rinse my mouth out," Alfred pouted and made his way over to his water bottle and started to gargle.
Alfred and Arthur walked home hand-in-hand. Arthur swung a bag with his leftovers from their after game date, as Alfred babbled about nothing in particular. Arthur felt sad that the day was over. He didn't want to leave Alfred's side only to enter a dark an empty house. The Brit hadn't realized that his grip on Alfred's hand had tightened until Alfred stopped walking.
"Is something wrong?" Alfred asked putting a hand to Arthur's cheek.
"No," Arthur sighed, Alfred let out a chuckle and kissed Arthur's forehead.
"What's wrong Artie? Tell me,"
"It's nothing," Arthur gave Alfred a small smile and tried to continue walking.
"Okay Arthur, I know there's something wrong now," Arthur gave Alfred a look of confusion when the large American didn't budge.
"And how would you know if there was something wrong?"
"You let me call you Artie."
"Fine, I just don't want to go home yet." Alfred sighed and put an arm around Arthur's shoulders.
"Your parents working late again?" Arthur nodded.
"Hmmm…" Alfred was quiet as they walked the rest of the way to Arthur's house.
"Hey Arthur, have you unpacked those movies yet?" Alfred said giving Arthur a hopeful smile.
Arthur's green eyes lit up as he realized Alfred was asking to come inside with him. Arthur nodded and fumbled for his house keys in his duffel bag. After Arthur unlocked the front door Alfred made his way to the DVD case in the office.
"All you have is romance," Alfred pouted. Arthur stood behind Alfred and watched as he shuffled through the dozens of movies Arthur's family had collected over the years.
"How about this one?" Alfred held up the DVD in Arthur's face.
"That's fine, just don't go waving it around in my face," Arthur pushed box away.
Alfred's face was only inches away from Arthur's face when the American turned around.
"We should… uh... go watch that movie." the two slowly leaning in to each other. Alfred's lips were on Arthur's within seconds. Arthur felt himself being lifted off the floor.
"Alfred," Arthur managed to breathe the American's name as they broke away for air. Alfred stumbled to the small love seat on the other side of the room. Alfred's hands wandered down Arthur's sides and started to untuck Arthur's uniform shirt as Arthur tangled his hands in Alfred's silky honey blond hair.
Arthur shivered and let out a small moan as the tips of Alfred's finger ran up the Brit's back playfully tracing his spine. Arthur trailed kisses down Alfred's jaw line making his way to the lager boy's neck.
"Ahem…"
"Oh shit!" Arthur scooted to the other side of the love seat. Alfred and Arthur stared at the red-headed figure in the office door way.
"Ah Artie, am I interrupting?" Scott asked and laughed when Arthur shook his head.
"I always had a feeling something like this would happen. I just, never knew you would be with a boy." His Scottish accent was more noticeable now. Scott raised an eye brow and crossed the room to get a better look at the two.
"Artie, you look as though you just got caught doing something horrible," Scott reached over putting Arthur in a head lock.
"Uhm… who are you?" Alfred asked. Scott let go of the young blond Brit and sized Alfred up.
"Artie hasn't told you about his big brother? Artie that hurts," Scott put a hand over his heart and acted as though he were in pain.
"Like I really care, now what the bloody hell are you doing here Scott?" Scott only laughed which caused Arthur to become annoyed.
"Oi Cain, I found Scotty!" Liam shouted as he entered the office. "And Artie's home too."
"Oh… who do we have here?" Liam asked and walked up to Alfred. Alfred stood up and held out his hand to introduce himself to the red-heads standing in front of him.
"I'm Arthur's uh… friend. Alfred F. Jones," Scott laughed and Liam smiled shaking Alfred's hand.
"Friend my arse! Friends don't have a full make out section in a dark office." Scott burst out laughing. Arthur had finally had it and punched Scott in the stomach.
"Now, would you please tell me why you are in America?"
The boy's were quiet as Scott rolled on the floor holding his stomach. Alfred's was shocked By Arthur's sudden low blow to Scott. Liam just stood quietly waiting for Arthur to calm down. However, he couldn't hold the fit of laughing for too long and joined Scott on the floor.
"Oh god, that was great. When did you learn to do that Artie?" Liam wiped the tears from laughing.
"Shut up Liam, the lad asked why we're here." Cain said and helped Scott up.
"Nice to see you again, Artie," Arthur frowned at the awful nickname.
"Mum wanted us here for our father's birth day," Cain said indifferently.
"Yeah, she's planning some big party for him," Liam added.
"My name is Arthur! And she never told me about planning a party," Arthur murmured and looked at the floor hurt. Scott snorted.
"Well, maybe she didn't even want to invite you. After all you are the black sheep of the family."
"Scott!" both Liam and Cain shouted at the tallest redhead.
"Arthur," Alfred said and followed Arthur as he fled from the room.
"Was that really necessary Scott?" Cain shouted and smacked Scott on the back of the head.
Hey everyone!
I haven't updated in so long! ugh! I've been really wrapped up in testing and school work, but hopefully I can start writing more soon. And also if you guy's wanted to know who's who Scott is Scotland, Liam is Ireland, and Cain is Wales.