Click. Click.
The perfect portrait of beauty. Alfred thought he should frame it later, but Arthur would probably feel pissed about it. His blond hair was pushed back by the wind, a shadow of a smile crept up on his lips, as he went on his bicycle, getting closer and closer to him. The American was with one knee in the ground, getting the right angle for another shot. The state fair was big and, as a college project, he decided to photograph the main attractions. But, as the boredom struck, and he waited up for Artie, he decided to wait to get the perfect photo.
The man, now wearing his usual scowl, walked up to him, leaving his bicycle in the ground. His deep green eyes were giant and had light of their own, so he refrained to use flash on the pictures. Also, it irritates Arthur's view (and Arthur himself). The other took awhile to get used to Alfred's favorite hobby. Although the boy was fascinated with the newest gadgets and technology, he still had an old Polaroid that he got from his parents. At first, the Brit wasn't too fond of the camera, but now, he had grown used to it.
"Alfred... You know, you should be taking the photos of the fair." it was too much like him, to remind the younger of the work he had to do. After getting up, the blue-eyed man stuck his hand out.
"Will do." he smiled and Arthur took his hand, a nice pink shade covering his usually pale cheeks. If there was something that he loved was when the other blushed. As always, he took a picture of a not so surprised Brit, with his cheeks pink.
"Git, are you going to be wasting all the photos on me?" the Brit frowned, but instead of getting a right answer, another click was heard, along with Alfred's laugh.
"Don't worry. I brought the digital camera for the fair photos... Those are going to our album." he pointed to the mail bag that he always carried around. As they got in, a lot of small places were selling food and other goods. Arthur spotted a place selling old books.
"And since when, my dear, do we have one?" he led the way to it, and the taller just followed.
"Since I can remember knowing you." Alfred admitted, a bit shyly. The other stopped looking at the old, hardcover, copy of "Sense and Sensibility" by Jane Austen, and glanced at those sky-blue eyes.
"So, in the five years we've been friends and then boyfriends, you simply took pictures of me and didn't tell me a thing?" his thick eyebrows made the scowl look more threatening. Alfred grabbed the book, before an old lady took it. "I want to see this 'album' of yours."
"Hey, you knew I was taking pictures. What did you think I'd do with them? Burn? Summon the God of the Eyebrows?" Alfred paid the owner of the place for the book and a copy of "Persuasion", a book by the same author, because he knew Arthur loved those books.
"Not funny at all, Alfred." although a bit mad at the American, he couldn't help but smile a bit at the consideration. "You found Persuasion too? What a great catch... Ugh, still."
"It's easy for you to get mad at me, but it's hard to keep being mad." Al stated, matter-of-factly, as Arthur gave him a soft punch on the side.
"I still want to see it. I won't forget." he huffed, holding the two books closer to his chest now.
"Okay, but first, let's eat. I'm hungry."
"Now tell me something I don't know..."
Both of them made their way to a place selling organic sandwiches. A month before, they made a bet on how many times Al could hang on without McDonald's. He had enduring well so far and the withdrawal had made him more muscular than he was before. When they sat and ate, Alfred noticed more adorable things about him. The adorable way his nose twitched when he chewed, per example. Again, Arthur heard a click and shrugged. After five years, he just knew he wouldn't be free of Alfred's photographs. As they had orange juice, Alfred picked the new photos and gathered them on a pile.
Under the attentive eye of the Brit, Alfred took a big leather photo album from his mail bag, opening on a blank page, nearly in the end of it. He stuck the photos there, he handed it to Arthur, that opened in the first page. A picture of him, in his backyard, plucking some flowers. The light made his hair brighter and made the colors pop. In the corner, one of then, in the beginning of the year, enjoying the end of the turned a few more pages, stunned at the American's ability. Not only to photograph, but arrange those memories perfectly. He noticed something... All those were from this year, and Alfred said he had older photos of them. Five years would overflow the leather album.
"Alfred... Do you have any more of these, don't you..?" all those memories, goods and bad, sent him back on a time tunnel. Now, it was the time for the American to blush.
"...Just four more." he muttered in a low voice and Arthur shot him a glare." I have four more."
"Fine... I want one." the green-eyes man stated. "You're too selfish to keep all those great memories to yourself. I want to keep them too." he sighed.
"Do you really want one?" Alfred's smile was giant and Arthur felt a bit uncomfortable, but happy at the same time. "You know what, Artie? When we're done with this, it'll be yours. For a year of great experiences together, right?" the man gestured for him to come closer, as he took a picture of both together and pasted it in the last page. "I love you, Artie."
"Love you too, Git." he said, receiving a soft kiss in the lips.