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Set Fire to The Rain-(us/uk)
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5XahfMgxpG...gland+solo.jpg "What a cute little colony!!" Francis exclaimed with glee, though England knew that he wasn't as happy as he seemed. England had won America which he was sure grated on France's nerves. He merely smiled and held the tiny America proudly. "He is cute isn't he~?" England carried his little colony home, completely content. As the years passed, America grew larger and larger before Arthur's eyes. He went from diapers, to being potty trained, to being a full adult in what seemed like no time at all. He'd gone off to war, and when he'd returned America hadn't really needed him anymore. After that, he'd babied the little colony as much as he could to make up for lost time. Not long after Arthur came back from war, he found himself in one with a very uncommon enemy. His very own precious little colony was against him. He tried to fend off America, but he underestimated his brother's want for freedom. Arthur woke up from his dream. He hated the nights when his past decided to haunt him. He looked over at the clock and sighed. It was two in the morning, not even close to being a decent hour. He threw the blankets off and dragged himself to the kitchen. Usually a cup of coffee and a good book could help him go back to sleep. He set the kettle on the stove in favor of heating up some coffee he'd already made a few hours ago. It wasn't really a good idea to try and make a whole new batch when his mind was wandering. He sat in his favorite arm chair and closed his eyes. A few moments later, the kettle started to whistle, making England stir from almost having fallen back asleep. He stood and grabbed a cup, filling it with tea and milk, a tiny bit of sugar as well. He sipped at it irritably before setting it down and closing his eyes. |
http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/i/20...sy-d4dmfvq.jpg "GAME OVER!" Alfred blinked blearily at his television screen as those words were repeated loudly until he clicked at the controller in his hands. Why was he awake...? It was like, what. Two in the morning? The blonde crinkled his nose before turning off the electronics and tossing aside the thing in his hands. He realllyyyy needed sleep. But...that meant laying down. In his dark room. At two am. By himself. .. . . . That's when the things that came to kill you came out. He just knew it. .. That lamp of his was looking awful shady.. And that was how Alfred F. Jones, the hero among heroes found himself crouched beneath a blanket in his closet with a phone clasped desperately in his hand. "uuughhhhhhh. Pick up you stupid Arthur!! What if they monsters get me before you answer!?!!" |
Arthur jumped as his phone rang. He'd been so near asleep, and he cursed loudly. "Goddamn it. This had better be a life or death situation. If its Francis again I swear to god." He grumbled some more and nearly blew up when e saw the caller ID. He answered and tried to keep as calm as he possibly could. After his dream however, he was less than happy with the American. "Alfred Darling, surely this is important. It's quite late and I was trying to get some rest. Do you need something? I hope for your sake whatever you called for was important." He squeezed the phone in anger, trying not to scream at the dimwit on the phone. |
Alfred didn't seem to notice how agitated the other male seemed, rather, he was completely oblivious and breathed out a quiet sight of relief. "Arthur, Oh thank god." He had his voice down low so that the ghosts couldn't find his super sneaky hiding spot. . .and it may sound just a touch bit frantic because dude. ghosts. "About freaking time! Sleep is nothing. I am going. to. die." The blonde emphasized all the words because this was a very important matter. "There is nothing in the world more important and I need you to use your magic-y thing. Tell the ghosts to go eff off before they kill me. but ya know. nicer so they don't...kill me,." |
Arthur heaved a sigh. "Alfred, I really don't think you're haunted. I don't think any ghost could stand staying at a place where you are. Simply because you're quite a bit more annoying than they are. Besides, I was thinking of going to visit a er..friend of mine for the night. I don't have time for your silly ghost stories." He determined that Alfred would probably just annoy him until he did what was demanded of him. "If I enchant you home and make it ghost proof, will you leave me alone?" He sighed dramatically. He pulled out a book of spells and read one out. He read out the latin text, then took a breath. "Does that make you feel any better dear?" He rubbed his forehead as a headache started coming on. "That was a spell to protect you from any kind of night terror. Nothing can get you now" He could remember a time when he'd place that very spell where Alfred was sleeping to ward off nightmares and other things that might go bump in the night. He smiled sadly. "I promise you're safe Alfred. Do you trust me?" He felt his heart pounding painfully against his rib cage. He really did miss his little colony, though he knew Alfred was much, much larger and stronger than he was now. "How about this, if you're still frightened, I'll come get you and you can stay with me for the night. I already have some tea heated up, and I'm pretty sure I have some of Francis' food in the fridge if you're in the mood for Vanilla Crème Brûlée." He knew he'd regret offering this weather America accepted or declined, but he was feeling soft and sentimental. |
Arthur's words earned a somewhat irate huff from the younger blonde. "They aren't silly! Ghost stories are very serious business and totally way more important then some 2 am friend!" Alfred tended to be rather..rude at times without particularly meaning to be rude or nasty. He simply had things to say that just didn't come out right. "If you want me to leave you alone then yes! I will once you do it! I don't want to die!" He waited silently while Arthur chanted out the weird sounding words before letting out a relieved sounding noise. "Oh, thank you! You totally saved my ass~! It feels better already!" He pauses at the questions, mulling over them. "...I trust you, but......... if you want to come over. That sounds pretty cool. It's been like forever, dude!" There's a loud laugh from Alfred. "I'll get ready and I'll be expecting that food and tea!" |
Arthur raised his eyebrows. "I do think you're confused as to what I meant exactly. I'm going to come pick you up so you can come here. I don't really like your house. It's messy and smells like grease." He shook his head. "So how long do you think it should take you to get ready?" He picked up his sweater and and his keys. "Just...be ready in about ten minutes. I'll be there soon." He hung up the phone and set the kettle off of the stove before hopping in his car and heading to Alfred's. When he arrived at Alfred's, Arthur froze at the door. "Do I really want to be around him right now?" He whispered. He rang the door bell with a sign. It was too late to back out he knew. |
"Yeaaaah, Yeah, Yeah!" Alfred snorted "Dude, it's the smell of awesomeness. Do you know nothing?!" He hums "It shouldn't take long, I'll be ready by the time you're here!" He ends the call and hops up from his blanket to go by the door. Who cared if he was in his pajamas? He was probably going to sleep anyway. It wasn't like he was going anywhere aside from the older male's place anyways! So, once there's a knock at the door, Alfred throws it open instantly due to sitting right. by. the. door. "Hey, Artie! Thanks for coming to get me~!" He beams at the man. "I'm ready to go. so." He turned, giving his screen a somewhat wary glance. He turns back to his previous caretaker and spoke in a stage whisper "Let's go.. before she comes out of the screen or something, okay?" |
Arthur jumped with a gasp, having spaced out before the door opened suddenly. He looked up at Alfred. "You're quiet welcome. Come on then." He turned to walk to the car, rolling his eyes at Alfred. "oh come one Alfred. Surely you don't believe that silly movie!" He groaned and opened the door for Alfred, pushing him in. He went around to the driver's side and headed towards his own home. Once at the Kirkland residence, Arthur got out and opened the door for Alfred. "Come on in darling." He flushed, changing his words. "Er..I mean Alfred.." He walked into his home and went to the stove, heating up the tea. "Have a seat anywhere Alfred. I'll bring you food shortly." |
Alfred hupmfs slightly, crossing his arms in the car "Dude, That's what they say right before they die! Don't be that dude. You'll regret it later." For the rest of the car ride, the blonde was surprisingly quiet, dozing off here and there. Despite the British man's words, he follows after Arthur into the kitchen before plopping himself on the counter "'kay." He didn't quite understand why he was acting so weird about calling him 'darling.' Alfred had grown up with the man and from what he remembered, the pet names were actually somewhat common. Maybe he felt odd about using them now? .. or maybe the aliens took over his brain while he wasn't looking and thisactuallywasn'tarthuratall,holyshit. The younger male's eyes go huge as he slowly looks over to his kitchen companion. "..................." He would have to test him somehow. It was the only way.......but what could he say............? "................................................. ..........." There was only one way... "..You know what I hate so much, Arthur? HAMBURGERS." |
Arthur pulled the french dessert out of the fridge and put it on a small plate. "Alfred...?" He cocked an eyebrow. "If you want my attention, you don't have to be silly. Why would you say you don't like hamburgers? You eat them constantly." He sighed. "I do wish you didn't like them. They're so unhealthy. Why do you insist on eating things that could kill you?" He held a cup of tea out to Alfred. "Come with me to the living room. It's improper to eat in the kitchen. Besides, I finally got a television. Wouldn't it be nice to watch the tele together?" |
Alfred laughs loudly at that "HAHA- Of course! Silly me!!! I was just not thinking, I guess~!!" The blonde shrugs his shoulders in an easy sort of manner. "They taste good, I don't really care if it's healthy or not. Besides there's... lettuce and tomato and cheese! So, there's my veggie, and... fruit and dairy and whatever's in bread! Along with protein from meat! There's totally no way for it not be healthy." He takes the offered cup in his hands after hopping off the counter. "Alright. that sounds fine. " There's an amused grin hiding behind the tea cup. "Finally got one, huh? Good job~ You got some cool shows on there, right??" He trots off to the living room cheerily. "Aw yes! Got some yummy stuff!" |
Arthur sighed. "Alfred...Are you feeling well? Perhaps you should res. You're acting odd." He pursed his lips at the mention of hamburgers being even possibly healthy. "Oh for the love of god. I swear you know nothing of health. You're going to die young and I'll stand over your grave saying 'I told you so' You don't want that do you? Perhaps you should let me start feeding you again. You've gained some weight since you moved out." Arthur tried to calm down and stop worrying. "I suppose I have good channels. I'm sure they're different than your American channels, but I like some of the things that come on. Gordon Ramsey is rather funny." He plopped down on the couch, trying not to get in Alfred's personal space.
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"Ahaha! That's great! Then it'll be like the song! If I die young bury me in satin Lay me down on a bed of roses~" He keeps humming the tune for a moment, stopping to give Arthur a somewhat betrayed look. "I haven't! It's all muscle. Besides! I've been trying to exercise! I've been working super hard at it! " Alfred looks somewhat bristly for another second before settling down on the couch smack beside Arthur. "mmmmmmmmmmmm~? Yeah! He's cool! He yells a lot, though. Like Germany." He takes a sip of the tea before setting the cup aside and flopping his head in the other male's lap. "You are now my pillow. Resistance is futile." |
Arthur's face contorted and he shook his head. "Don't even joke like that. This is no laughing matter. I'm not even kidding. I worry about your health Alfred. Even if you exercise, you have to burn off the calories you eat. Cheeseburgers contain over a thousand calories, and if that all your eating you can't possibly burn all of that off." He continued to babble about ways to burn calories and good health foods until Alfred's head ended up in his lap. "I'll have you know this is highly inappropriate!" He sputtered helplessly, his cheeks glint a fine shade of red. Despite his claim that it was inappropriate, Arthur carded his fingers through Alfred's soft hair shyly. |
"Bluh bluh bluuuh." Alfred groaned and reached out for the french treat, eating at it as Arthur continued fussing over him. That is, until there were fingers in his hair. Now that felt nice... His hand drooped just plopping the food on his chest, just letting Arthur do what he was doing. "Mmmmm......" He pushed his head up against the British man's hand. "'s nice." His eyes drop closed and he makes a sleepy little groan that.....could be taken the wrong way. "Do it more......." |
"b-bloody hell Alfred..." The englishman's face hit a shade redder than Antonio's prized tomatoes. "Do try to keep down that racket. I know you like it when I play with your hair, but lets not make it any more intimate than it already is." He tried not to sound like a big pervert. He scratched Alfred's scalp, not knowing a thing about Nantucket. He ran his fingers over the little cowlick, trying to press it down. "Goodness. What a stubborn hair. I've never been able to get this piece to stay down. It stuck up like this when you were small too." |
Alfred shifts around, another low moan making its way from his throat and he resquirms so that he's laying belly down. "A-Augh." The little noise gets a touch louder when he pushes down on his cowlick. "A-Arthur.........y-you might want to--" his hands shift up to scrape lightly at his legs, kneading like a particularly large cat before another sort of groan is made "Stop touching that, maybe if you don't want to make it more 'intimate ' or whatever......" |
Arthur rolled his eyes dramatically. "There is no way a little piece of hair warrants making that much noise. Stop being silly Alfred. Besides, hair doesn't have nerves in it, and I doubt your scalp is that sensitive. Now hold still while I try to have this stay down." He kept trying to push Nantucket down. "Why is your hair as stubborn as you?" He huffed, frowning in concentration. He wet his hand with spit and used it as a sort of jel, finally getting the cowlick to lay flat. "There we go! That's better!" He smiled at his handy work, then wailed as the cowlick popped right back up. "Goddamn it!" He continued his fussing over it, trying to make it lay flat desperately.
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Alfred moans loudly, writhing around. "A-arthur, I'm serious! " He was sort of starting to freak out a bit, if he kept going like this... He looks up with a flushed face and a determined sort of expression before he tackles the somewhat smaller male and placing himself in his lap. "'s your own fault--" He grabs arthur's face and tugs him into a heady kiss while pressing his hips against him. "Ngh.........." |
Arthur's eyes went wide like golf balls. He found himself kissing back, wrapping his arms around Alfred's neck until he came to his senses. He pushed Alfred off roughly, his face pink. "Alfred F. Jones!" He scolded. "That wasn't at all necessary!" He shivered. Kissing America hadn't been bad. In fact, he'd rather enjoyed it. "I think it's time for bed." He croaked out nervously. "You remember where your bedroom is I trust?" He headed off towards his own room, shutting the door. |
Alfred crawls closer to him while they were kissing, curling his hands around Arthur's cheeks. When he was pushed off however, His eyes go wide. "But-- " For once he was quiet and just watched as the older male stormed off. He was still for a moment and sort of simply...... sat there. There was silence...... and he groaned loudly. "Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Arthur, You dick!!!!!" The blonde bopped up and simply made his way to the bathroom. Upon finishing his.. business, he wandered back out from the room and remembered why exactly he had left his house anyway. "................. .......................... " Only one thing to do. . . . There's a loud knock at the English Man's door. "Arthur. Arthur. Arthur, answer the door. Arthur. Arthur. Arthur. Arthurarthurarthur." |
Arthur paced around his room nervously, talking to Francis on the phone. "Oh god oh god oh god I screwed up...I let him kiss me. I didn't even try to stop him. I kissed him BACK. Oh my god..." He jumped when he heard knocking on the door, and he hung up on France. "Alfred..." He finally opened the door, peaking out anxiously. "Look, I'm sorry for earlier, I didn't know touching your hair would make you act like that. I promise not to do it again." He blurted, fiddling with his hands nervously. |
Alfred blinked as Arthur spoke, looking mildly confused "Huh? Oh, you're freaking out about that still? Don't worry about it, seriously." He launched out at him and slips his arms around the smaller male in a clingy fashion. "Anyways. Keep me safe with your weird magic. I'm here to protect you from the invisible monsters and stuff like a totally awesome hero!" Despite the rather.....crappy attempt at a protective attempt, it was rather obvious he came here cause /he/ was still freaked. "Guess I'll just have to sleep here. With you." |
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