Dancey Dance, Rubber Boots, Party Pants

Alfred looked at the clock on the wall and sighed. It had been half an hour since his twin had agreed to coming round; a half a freaking hour. Why was it taking them so long? They only lived about ten minutes away. Alfred was getting really bored; he was sprawled onto the sofa, feet dangling in the air. A book was lazily held in his tanned hands. Driven to desperation in his sheer boredom, he'd begun flicking through one of Arthur's classics to keep himself occupied. Pride & Prejudice, one of Artie's favourites though in Alfred's opinion it sucked. He really couldn't care less about Mister Darcy or any other noteworthy characters.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Alfred dropped the book he was reading in a slight panic. After all, it could've been a ghost or a thief. However, reason told him that it was his twin.

"I'm coming!"

He raced off the sofa, and yanked open the apartment door to reveal his twin Matthew and his boyfriend Gilbert. Little flashes of memories came to him as he saw Gilbert. Yes, he recognised the albino who was loud and obnoxious (like him) and who liked to drink beer (like him) and who had a brother who was always trying to keep him in line (also like him). Alfred remembered that they had a lot in common and they probably got on very well.

"So…" Gilbert glanced around the hallway, shuffling his feet awkwardly. "Are you gonna let us in or what?" Gilbert asked, placing the heavy crate of beer the floor.

Alfred laughed, trying to conceal the feeling of awkwardness as he realised that he was stood in the way. "Yeah guys, come on in!"

Gilbert strolled in with Matthew closely following behind. The German headed straight for the kitchen, a sure sign that he'd been in Arthur's- no Arthur and Alfred's- apartment before. He began emptying the crate of beer into the fridge. Alfred sat on the sofa and gestured for Mattie to sit down-he, yet again, felt extremely underdressed. They were both in nice button downed dress shirts, a light green for Mattie and white for Gilbert and they were customised with what appeared to be designer jeans. Alfred looked down at his clothes and felt like a peasant; he hugged his jacket for comfort and reassurance.

"So, Alfred. How are you?" Alfred looked up, startled that his quieter brother had been the first to speak. Alfred must've been lost in his own thoughts.

He beamed at his twin, illustrating just how happy he was. "I'm fine, Mattie. Actually, I'm doing great!" He flashed a thumbs-up.

Matthew nodded before asking: "How's everything with Arthur? How's your memory doing?"

Alfred thought for a moment, something that was unusual so it took a while. How was everything with Arthur? He wasn't sure. He knew he'd developed feelings for the Brit and he knew that Arthur returned those feelings, but Alfred didn't know how to address it. It would be awkward, way too awkward. Last night as he lay next to the sleeping Brit, he'd watched Arthur's chest rise and fall; his face was completely relaxed as he dreamed, his cheeks were an adorable tint of pink, and Alfred had wanted more. Suddenly, he didn't just want to sleep next to the Brit, he wanted to sleep with him and this feeling managed to excite him and embarrass him at the same time.

"Uh, yeah everything's going great!" Matthew's look was sceptical and Alfred was reminded that he was talking to his twin, Mattie, who he shared everything with.

He opened up a bit more. "I don't know what to do, Matt" he gushed. "I think I like this guy, I mean really like this guy- I mean, we're engaged and I can't even remember! It totally sucks, and Mattie-" He whispered the next part, out of disbelief and embarrassment. "I think I want to sleep with him."

Loud laughter interrupted their serious conversation. "Alfred, that's so adorable! Just go for it, I mean you've slept with him before." Gilbert plonked himself on the sofa next to Matthew.

Alfred's cheeks turned a light shade of pink and he squirmed in his seat. "Yeah, but I can't remember and-"

*He was a virgin before Arthur." Matthew filled in for Alfred, glaring at Gilbert as the German tried- and failed- to hide his amusement.

"Gee, thanks Mattie." Alfred snapped, not liking the embarrassing turn in the conversation.

Matthew held his hands up in surrender as Gilbert got off the sofa, walked to the fridge, pulled out three bottles of beers, and walked back into the living room where the twins has resumed their talk. Gilbert, not caring about interrupting, bounded back on the sofa next to Matthew and handed the twins a beer, keeping one for himself.

Gilbert turned to Alfred and jokingly stroked his chin in thought. "Y'know, Alfred. I know what you need-"

Matthew groaned. "Don't you dare say it." He threatened.

"You need Dutch courage." Matthew emitted another loud groan. "You need to get drunk. I mean- don't take this the wrong way Matthew- but Alfred, you're pretty hot-"

"Thank you," the American said, blushing.

"You're welcome and Arthur- well, he tries to hide it but he's pretty much horny all of the time. I can totally tell these things. So, if you get drunk off your ass then you'll get all brave and confident, so that when Arthur walks through that door you can woo him and then it's off to bed." Gilbert leaned back in the sofa, looking pleased with himself and took a large swig of beer.

Matthew looked at Gilbert, a mixture of disgust and disbelief on his face. "You can't seriously think that will work."

Gilbert shrugged. "It worked with you, didn't it?"

Matthew rolled his eyes. "I wished it hadn't…"He jokingly muttered.

"Lies, Matthew!" Gilbert cried before grabbing his Canadian boyfriend and giving him a rough kiss on the lips, causing Matthew's face to turn bright red.

"Gil, not in front of Alfred!" This was followed by the sound of Gilbert's loud, obnoxious laughter that seemed to ricochet off the walls.

Alfred, who'd been watching their little scene with great amusement (he had to admit, they made a cute couple) decided that he would follow Gilbert's advice. If he embarrassed himself then he could use the alcohol as an excuse, it was the perfect plan. He downed his entire bottle of beer and set the empty bottle down on the coffee table.

"Okay, dudes! Let's get this party started!" Alfred yelled, before rushing to the fridge and grabbing three beers. His announcement was met with both appreciative whoops and slightly audible groans.

Jeez, Mattie really is a grumpy pants today, oh well; we'll have to change that! Alfred placed the beers on the coffee table with a flourish and began to scroll through his music collection; if he was going to make a fool out of himself tonight then he might as well have fun first!

Three hours later and their little "party" was in full swing; Gilbert and Alfred were well and truly drunk and Matthew, who was trying to be the sensible one, wasn't far off either.

"Birdie, wha's that song called?" Gilbert slurred an arm wrapped around Matthew, they were still all in the apartment and we slumped in the living room. Arthur's television was blaring music at its highest. At the minute it was playing a Katy Perry song which, judging by his ridiculous dancing, Alfred was pretty happy with.

"What song do you mean, Gil?" Matthew was staring at his brother with slight fascination. How could someone dance that badly?

"You know, that one which Specs and Luddy danced to that time." Gilbert stood up to try and mimic their dancing, which resulted in him tripping over the coffee table.

"NOOO!"

Alfred ceased his dancing and rushed over to the coffee table where a bottle of beer had spilt all his Spiderman comic. "I hadn't read that one yet! I'm so sorry, Spidey!" Alfred cried cradling the magazine as if it were a new born baby; he glared daggers at Gilbert who was slowly but surely getting up with the assistance of Matthew.

"It was about Germans dancing. C'mon Birdie, you have to know." Gilbert moaned.

Matthew sighed. He honestly had no idea what his boyfriend was on about. "No, Gilbert. I have no idea what song you mean."

Gilbert slumped onto the sofa, dejected. Then, as if he were a light being switched on, he jumped back up. "Sparkle party! Yeah, that's it- German Sparkle Party. God, I really am awesome. Go me!"

"I have never heard of that song, Gilbert." Matthew said, taking a swig of one of the many bottles of beer on the table, not caring who it belonged to.

"Alfred, do you have a Smart TV?" Gilbert asked, fiddling with the remote

"Yeah, why?"

"We're gonna have a Sparkle Party!" The twins exchanged puzzled glances as Gilbert loaded up YouTube. It took several attempts to find the song that he wanted and then he finally pressed play.

"Is this a party?~" A German voice enquired. Matthew groaned, he remembered this song now; it was awful.

"YES, I LIKE TO DANCEY DANCE!" Gilbert answered, dancing around the room obviously not caring about the fact that looked like an idiot.

Much to Matthew's distaste, the song was played twice. Alfred found that he wanted to dance to it now that he had heard the song.

"YES, I WORE MY RUBBER BOOTS!" Gilbert and Alfred twerked to the song whilst Matthew looked on, really wishing he was somewhere else.

"Come on, Mattie don't be such a sourpuss!" Alfred joked and before Matthew had a chance to argue; Gilbert grabbed him and began to twirl him around the room. Matthew allowed himself to be danced around; it was kind of fun.

German Sparkle Party was played for a third and final time and, as the drunken trio got to their favourite bit; "Dancey Dance, Rubber Boots and Party Pants!" The apartment door was burst open and a very angry Brit was standing in the threshold.

"What the in the bloody name of the Queen, David Cameron and Benedict Cumberbatch is going on here?"

Gilbert's facial expression said it all; busted.

Alfred raced up to the Brit and wrapped his arms around him, similar to the way a child would. "Artie! You're home; it's been so boring without you-"

"Hey! Who're you calling boring?"

Alfred giggled. "Okay, maybe not boring, but now you're here we can have more fun!"

Arthur narrowed his eyes; he had not been expecting this. He'd planned on getting home, making dinner that Alfred probably wouldn't eat, ordering a take-out instead and watching a movie. He had not expected to arrive home to find his apartment a mess and a drunken, clingy Alfred.

"No, we can't because those two," he pointed to a grinning German and an apologetic-looking Canadian. "Are going home right now."

Arthur could see that Alfred was about to whine and was internally preparing for an argument but then, something changed. Alfred's face lit up and he grabbed his brother's hand who then grabbed Gilbert's hand.

"Sorry guys, but Artie's being grumpy. You have to go, it was super fun though. Same time next week?" He waffled on as he ushered them out of the apartment. "Bye!" He yelled, slamming the door in their faces before they could protest.

"Phew! Thank God they're gone." Alfred walked to the sofa, seemingly unaware of Arthur's puzzled expression as he stared at his sort-of fiancé. "Wanna beer, Artie?" Alfred asked, gesturing to the unopened bottles that lay on the coffee table.

"No thanks." Arthur joined Alfred as the American made a "suit yourself" face and opened another beer. Arthur was slightly worried, this was so unlike Alfred. "Are you okay, Alfred?"

"Just dandy!" He flashed a thumbs-up to prove it. "How are you, Artie?" He asked, scooting closer to the Brit.

"Uhm, I'm fine Alfred." Arthur noted that the American's face was flushed with alcohol. It made him look adorable. "Why are you drinking Alfred? You don't normally drink."

"Don't I?" Alfred moved along the sofa another inch.

"No, I'm usually the one that's getting drunk." He chuckled, remembering nights where Alfred had to carry him home bridal-style from the bar.

"Really? Hmm…What's drunk Artie like, I wonder?" Alfred crossed his legs and had an elbow propped on his knees as he looked up at Arthur, they were so close now that their knees were touching.

"Drunken Artie is an idiot." Arthur replied jokingly. He found himself staring at Alfred's beautiful blue eyes and then at his luscious-looking lips. He tried to look elsewhere but found himself drawn to them. He just couldn't believe how gorgeous Alfred was, he was so lucky.

"Hmm…? Oh, I really doubt that." Alfred inched forward some more and turned so that their foreheads were touching, he brought up a hand and caressed Arthur's hair. "You could never be an idiot." He leant in and his lips brushed Arthur's lightly, a quick, flirtatious move, but enough to turn Arthur's face red. Alfred giggled and moved in again, powered by the booze. This time the kiss was less light, less hesitant as Alfred pushed his lips against the Brit's. He poked the Brit's soft lips with his insistent tongue, wanting to take their kiss to the next level.

Alfred's wish was granted as Arthur opened his lips and let the American enter. Alfred's tongue greedily explored the Brit's mouth, claiming every area as his. Whilst Alfred was busy exploring Arthur's mouth, the Brit was busy exploring the American's body. His hands roamed Alfred's upper torso as he began sliding his hand up Alfred's shirt. Alfred moaned and Arthur was brought back to his senses, he retracted his hand and pulled away.

"Aww, what was that for?" Alfred asked, pouting and breathing heavily.

"You're drunk, and this is your first time." Arthur struggled to keep in mind that "Pre-Arthur Alfred" was a virgin.

"Not technically and I'm only a little drunk," Alfred whined, though Arthur knew it wasn't true. He was a lot drunk.

As much as Arthur didn't want to, he found himself shaking his head. It felt weird saying no to Alfred; he had never done that before. "No, Alfred, not tonight. I will not be accused of taking advantage of you."

Alfred crossed his arms. "But it's not fair. I want you to take advantage of me."

Arthur chuckled and rolled his eyes. "I bet you do, you little flirt." He noticed that Alfred's eyes had begun to droop. "I think you need to go to bed and sleep off the alcohol. I'm off work tomorrow, so we can go somewhere. How does the cinema sound?"

"Anywhere sounds good if it's with you, Artie."

Arthur chuckled. "Yeah, you can stop trying Alfred. My underwear is not coming off tonight. "

"But, ARTIE~" The American whined, then looked around in confusion for Arthur had lifted the American up and was carrying him to their bed.

"Oh, wow Arthur you're so heroic!" Alfred gushed as he was being led into the bedroom.

Arthur found himself rolling his eyes again. "Yep, it's a curse. Okay, goodnight Alfred. You need some sleep." He gently placed the American on the bed.

Clearly spotting another chance to get it on with the Brit, Alfred propped himself up and tried to use his sparkling blue eyes to entice Arthur. Arthur thought back the temptation. "Arthur, lie down with me?" He asked, trying to sound innocent.

"Goodnight, Alfred!" Arthur turned and closed the door, a small smile on his lips.

"Meanie~" Alfred whined as Arthur walked off.

Alfred pulled the covers over himself as he tried to get to sleep. If living with Arthur was always going to be like this then he would be happy, he'd be very happy.

"I LOVE YOU, ARTIE!" Alfred shouted.

A sigh, then: "I love you too, Alfred."

Alfred sighed contentedly and went to sleep, safe in the knowledge that he'd wake in the morning next to the man he had fallen in love with.

A/N: I am such a bad/lazy/mean author, ohmygosh, I realised that I hadn't updated in ages, I hope you guys like this chapter, it took forever, aww I just love Artie and Alfred :3

I don't even ship PruCan that much, but they do make an adorable couple :3

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