Pairing: UKUS

Angst

Alfred sighed as he stared into the full-length mirror. They were right. He had gotten fat. But he exercised every day – why on Earth did he still look like this?! Perhaps he should just stay indoors and play video games, hide from the world. With a determined nod at his reflection he walked through to his games console, grabbing a blanket to wrap around himself as he thumped down onto the floor.

This was how Arthur found him when he let himself in. He stared in horror at the fast food wrappers strewn across the floor, the ice cream buckets on their sides, the pale American staring intently at the screen, tapping the buttons of the control. He didn't dare turn the light on.

"Alfred!" He was about to go into a rant when the startled American paused the game and looked up at him, a guilty expression on his face, tears in his eyes. The sight caused Arthur to pause. "Alfred…" he said, gently moving forward over the rubbish. He leant over and kissed him on the forehead. "Idiot," he muttered.

Fluff

Alfred was worried. What if the fight had ruined everything? What if he wouldn't show up? What if he wasn't there but there was something wrong and he'd never find out until it was too late? He clutched the parcel to his chest and hurried along, hoping he wasn't late – Arthur hated it when he was late.

He glanced up at his destination, the large Christmas tree in the middle of the square and was surprised to see a figure standing there. "Arthur…" he breathed in relief and happiness. He sped up, sprinting now to reach him, a grin on his face. Arthur glanced round at him as he threw his arms around the Brit's neck, laughing, dropping the present as he did so. Alfred felt Arthur's arms wrap around his waist, heard the rustle of the bouquet of roses in his hand as he pulled him in close, his relieved breath and the American was content.

Humour

Arthur placed the box of scones on Alfred's kitchen table while the American was busy with his work. He took of his coat and draped it over a chair. He noticed a head as he did so and he blinked, looking at it. It was Alfred's little alien friend. The alien stared back.

"What?" snapped Arthur.

"Don't hurt Alfred, fucking limey," stated the alien.

Arthur glared at him. The alien glared back. Suddenly, Alfred popped his head around the door. "Yo, Arthur, could you make me some coffee. 'Kay, thanks, bye." And with that he was gone, unaware of the glaring contest inside the room.

Smut

Huffing and puffing, Alfred smiled at Arthur. Arthur smiled back before hugging him close. His heavy breathing turned Alfred on a lot more than anything previously. Alfred clung to him tightly, bracing himself. "Arthur," he whispered, breathlessly.

"Alfred," came the reply in his ear. Then Arthur shifted and the slight pain and immense pleasure swept over Alfred and he gasped and moaned. He realised his nails were digging into Arthur's back but Arthur didn't seem to mind. In fact, the Brit began to increase his pace, thrusting harder and further. Alfred's nails dug in more, scratching Arthur's back…

Au/Crossover (Merlin)

Alfred picked up the clothes lying strewn across the floor. His own room was like this but he had to do this for the king. It was getting on his nerves. Especially when Arthur would appear and make things worse by giving him another job.

Sure enough, the door opened and Arthur walked in. "Oh, there you are Alfred. Back from your trip to the pub, I see."

"Huh?" said Alfred.

"Kiku said you were down in the tavern, flirting with some girl," said Alfred, placing some papers on the table and sitting down, watching him leisurely. "I hope she was worth all this extra work you have to do…"

(Cardverse)

Arthur stalked through the streets, wondering where on Earth his Queen had gotten to. He turned into another street, the citizens bowing their heads as they moved out of the way. As he did so, an intense wave of aromas hit him, wafting up from the other end. Roasted chicken, melted chocolate, oranges… It smelled as though there was a food market in town.

Arthur's heart skipped a beat. Newcomers could mean the kidnappers were here already. He started walking faster, speeding up as the end of the street seemed as far as when he had started. Finally, he was sprinting along the street, a blind panic overthrowing his sense of safety, unaware of shadows moving in the quiet and lonely street. He was panicking with such intensity that he almost ran headlong into Alfred, his precious Queen of Spades.

Kinky

The final credits of the last Harry Potter movie finished and Alfred stretched, glad the marathon was finished. He was tired and in need of some sleep. Of course, he would pay much more attention to Arthur in the morning.

He had been about to rise from his place on the couch when he felt a breath tickling his neck. "If you're going to bed, would you mind if I Slytherin?" A shiver ran down Alfred's spine and he realised that these simple words had woken him up a lot. He glanced at Arthur and struggled to catch his breath to reply.

Fetish

Whistling, Alfred walked into the bedroom, twirling a gun around his finger, grinning at Arthur. He pushed the brim of his hat up in greeting as his spurs jingled with his step. "Howdy," he said. "Did the young master call fer me?"

Arthur chuckled. "That he did."

"Well, then, the young master is very lucky," said the cowboy, walking to the edge of the bed and kneeling over Arthur. "He chose the best darned cowboy there is! You should see me at rodeos!" He pretended to lasso a bull while Arthur's fingers brushed his sheriff's badge.

Hurt/Comfort

Alfred trudged along the road to his house, his head hung low. He hadn't meant any of it – it had all been an accident. Yet, still, Matthew had shouted at him – well, raised his voice. He always hated when that happened. Matthew was gentler than him and he was supposed to protect his meek brother. At least, that was what he always told himself. He was a hero, after all. Whenever Matthew got angry, he realised he was doing something wrong but was never sure what.

He reached his front door just as Arthur did. Alfred stared at him for a moment. What's he doing here?! Alfred was panicking – he had felt near to tears as he had thought about what had happened and now he could feel the tears pricking the corners of his eyes. And Arthur was here, staring at him in puzzlement.

"What's wrong with you?" demanded Arthur. The tears overflowed, despite Alfred trying his best to hold them in. "Wha-?!" began Arthur but stopped as he pulled the younger man into a hug.

First Love

Alfred sat down, allowing Ludwig to take over. He opened his documents but barely looked at them. Glancing around the room to make sure no-one was paying attention, he opened his notepad instead. Inside were doodles that he wanted no-one to see, ever. The only person to have seen it was quiet and unnoticed so Alfred doubted he would tell.

Only half-paying attention to what Ludwig was saying, he started to doodle on a new page. First he sketched out a heart. It was slow going as he pretended to be taking occasional notes. Once he had finished that, he added an arrow and then, finally, he noted down a couple of names in his scratchy handwriting: "America & England". They fitted snugly in the heart and Alfred found himself wishing that he could be snug with Arthur somewhere. He glanced up at the Englishman to find him staring back, frowning at his notepad. Quickly shutting it, Alfred blushed and averted his gaze. No. It's okay. There's no way he could see what was in it from across the table…

Fantasy

The dragon snorted. "You won't be going anywhere, Mr Alfred. You will never be free until your true love frees you from this spell."

"What spell?" asked the confused Alfred, struggling in the dragon's grasp.

"This one," it said as it breathed on him, magical smoke the only thing being blown out. Immediately, Alfred went limp and his eyes shut tight. Then the dragon turned to lay him down next to Lili.

Arthur and Vash watched all this with horror. "Dammit!" snapped Arthur. "I told that idiot not to go in! Now what do we do? Lili is also unconscious; there's no way for her to wake him up!" Arthur glanced round at Vash who was staring at Lili, looking rather weird. He frowned. "What-?" he began but Vash had already left their hiding place and hurried forwards.

Horror

Alfred had always been terrified of ghost stories. And now he was in one. In the middle of the woods. He curled up, trying to sob quietly. Suddenly, he heard rustling from the bushes and froze. Very slowly, he rose his gaze to the offending bush, hoping, wishing it was just a rabbit. That it would go away. That the ghost wasn't real.

Arthur emerged from the undergrowth. "Alfred!" he exclaimed, breathlessly. "Thank God! I was- You idiot! Why did you run off?!" The Brit hurried over, dropping to his knees and gathering the American into his arms.

Adventure

Alfred heard a distant shouting and stopped what he was doing. Looking up from his tools he saw Arthur running full pelt towards him. "Arthur?" he asked as he got closer. And that was when he noticed the dozen or so tribesmen rushing after Arthur, gradually getting closer.

Arthur, meanwhile, didn't waste breath and grabbed Alfred by the hand, pulling him into a run. Alfred gave a cry as he stumbled but he obediently kept up with him. "Sorry, Al," said Arthur a little breathlessly. "My fault." And with that, he shut his mouth, refusing to speak while he ran.

UST（Unresolved Sexual Tension）

Arthur glared at Alfred as he crossed his legs. Alfred's heart skipped a beat and he began to sweat. He fiddled with his pen. He tried to concentrate. But all he could think of was Arthur and his crisp suit. He could smell him from here, too, a sweet smell of roses. It was intoxicating. In fact, perhaps he could use that as an excuse.

"Arthur…" he said, cautiously. "I need a break. My head is starting to hurt."

"Well, that's your own fault, isn't it?" said Arthur, giving him a blank look. "You should have gotten this done well before now." He uncrossed his legs and Alfred had to tear his eyes away from his crotch. "I'll go fetch some medicine." Alfred nodded and Arthur left as the American realised he would reallyhave to go to the toilet soon…

Future

Alfred didn't care what anyone thought. Robots were cool. And he would love the technology with every fibre of his being. Quite literally in some cases. However, it was starting to bother him how many people were telling him that he should get rid of the ARTHUR unit.

"I'm home!" he called as he opened the door. He was almost immediately grabbed by ARTHUR and dragged into the dining room.

"You are fifteen minutes late for dinner. Eat quickly so as to keep to schedule. Where have you been? I must know for my records."

Alfred sat at the table calmly and looked up at the humanoid robot. He had grown quite attached to the robot. And the robot seemed to worry about him a lot. He wished that he could do something to release it from his duties – it probably wasn't healthy to worry about a person so much.

Suspense

Alfred smiled at the man but his eyes didn't show it. He was fed up – the man was a jerk. He really wished this mission could just end already. "Ah," he said as the man leaned forward. "I… I have to go make a call. So sorry!" And without looking back, he hurried off into the foyer. Once there, he found an alcove and spoke into the earpiece. "I can't do this for much longer…"

"Relax, love," said Arthur, safely back at their temporary headquarters, overseeing the mission. "You're doing beautifully." There was a small click. "We're conversing privately, now, dear. Alfred… You have to do this. You're the only American we have. The only male, anyway. You know he's gay and into Americans. Just sweet talk your way in. Much like you did with me, okay?"

Alfred would have reluctantly agreed but he had just spotted the target moving into the foyer, a woman on his arm. He glanced around and spotted Alfred. "Oh, no," breathed Alfred. "He's coming this way…"

Death

Alfred's eyes widened and he turned, sprinting up the stairs as many as he could take at a time. Once he got to the roof, he forced the door open and rushed forward. Arthur was indeed on the roof, standing at the very edge. He turned as he heard the door open.

"Arthur! No!" yelled Alfred, rushing forward. "Don't! I can take care of myself!"

Arthur shook his head sadly before smiling and, with his arms outstretched, he leaned backwards. Alfred's eyes widened and he leapt the last few feet forward, grabbing for something to keep him up. He felt fabric in his hand and he pulled backwards, hard. He ended up falling back, hitting the roof hard. He stared in horror as Arthur's scarf floated down onto him. There was a distant thud and a scream. Alfred stayed where he was, frozen.

In case you were wondering, Kiku in the Merlin crossover is supposed to be the eqivalent of Gaius...