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Drunken Confession [2/3]

[anonymous]

It was only an hour later that Arthur decided it would be fun to hang off of Alfred. Hang as in looping his arms around the American’s neck and just hanging there. He blushed and tried to get Arthur off of him, but it was futile. Alfred sighed and decided to let the Englishman do whatever the hell he wanted.

After half-an-hour things started to get really awkward for Alfred.

“I still don’ see wha’ ye saw in bloody France,” Arthur spat, glaring at the younger nation, “I’s all yer bloody faul’ anyway.”

“The hell? What do you mean it’s my fault?” Alfred sputtered, once again offended by the drunken nation. The Englishman muttered darkly under his breath before replying.

“Wha’? Ye don’ mean ta say tha’ i’ isn’ yer faul’ I can’ go ta yer bloody birthday withou’ feelin’ depressed? Ye don’ mean ta say tha’ i’ isn’ yer faul I feel weird aroun’ ye?!” the American really wasn’t sure where the hell this was going now. Well, he figured it out just as soon as Arthur’s lips crashed against his own.

He tastes like alcohol…and tea. Alfred thought absently before pushing the Englishman off, a blush dusting his cheeks. Damn it, Arthur probably meant none of this! He was drunk for God’s sake!

“Dammit, boy! I’s all yer faul’! All ye ‘ave ta do is lookit me or smile an’ I ‘ave buh-erflies in my damn stoma’!” Arthur told the American heatedly, “Dammit, woi di’ oi ‘ave ta fawl in love wi’ ye?! ‘Cause oi do love ye, ye know.”

By that point, the Englishman had slipped into the Cockney accent. Not only was he drunk off his rocker, but he was saying things in Cockney and that made it hard to understand him. Alfred’s eyes softened at the confession, but he couldn’t believe it. Although the American would admit to loving Arthur as well, the man was drunk.

“Pfft, if ye thin’ oi’m too drunk ta mean i’, oi’ll ‘ave ta sen’ ye ta Russia in a box wi’ a le’er tha’ says, ‘Ta Russia wi’ love,’” Arthur threatened, seemingly able to read Alfred’s mind. The American chuckled nervously, knowing that drunk or sober, the Englishman followed through with his threats. In all honesty, Alfred hoped fervently that he would remember all that was said that night. Maybe then it would be easier to deal with the decision he was about to make.

“Oh, c’mon, Arthur. I’ve loved you the best out of all the nations, you should know that by now,” Alfred replied with a soft smile. That stopped the blond Briton’s tirade abruptly. They were silent for a long while. “I’m taking you home. Any more of that and I’m afraid you might get alcohol poisoning, old man.”

The American said all of that cheerfully and paid the bartender. Then, Alfred stood up, scooped Arthur up into his arms bridal style, and left the bar.

Re: Drunken Confession [2/3]

[anonymous]

The next morning, Alfred woke up to Arthur in his arms…in the American’s bed. He sighed, figuring that the Englishman was going to freak when he saw the position they were in. Seriously, they had done nothing last night. All Alfred had done was try to get him to sleep without doing things they might regret later.

He held the blond Briton closer to his body, almost possessively. It was way too damn comfortable to be legal. Alfred buried his face into Arthur’s hair, breathing in his scent. They had both meant what they had said; yet the American knew that his British companion would probably be in embarrassed denial.

Actually, that was exactly what happened when Arthur woke up. Predictably, the Englishman jumped out of bed and was apologizing while pulling his clothes on. Alfred lazily let Arthur rant before getting out of bed tiredly and embracing him from behind. Arthur froze and the American gently rested his chin atop the Briton’s head.

“It’s okay, really. We didn’t do anything last night, I promise. But…what you said…and what I said…well…I know I meant what I said,” Alfred murmured softly, too tired to really put up an argument. Instead, he hoped that Arthur would understand what he was trying to tell him. “Did you mean it? Did you really mean that you loved me?”

“…Yes,” the blond Briton replied after a pause. Alfred sighed and smiled.

“Great. Then we’re going back to bed. It’s too early to be up.”

“You idiot! It’s 11 AM!”

“Too early,” Alfred said forcefully before dragging the slightly protesting Briton back into his bed.
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Done~! I hope it was enjoyable!

Re: Drunken Confession [2/3]

[anonymous]

OP here! This is all I wanted and more, I love this fic so much, writer anon! ♥ The fluff was so adorable and made my night, Your drunk Iggy was really humorous as well, which made it even more enjoyable! Thank you so much for filling my request :)

Re: Drunken Confession [2/3]

[anonymous]

I'm glad you liked it! :) It was way too much fun to write. *laughs*

Re: Drunken Confession [2/3]

[anonymous]

very cute. i like the closeness of the last scene. <33 thank you for writing this!!!

Re: Drunken Confession [2/3]

[anonymous]

Oh, this was great. The Cockney made me fall out of my chair laughing, and the closeness of the end was just adorable. There needs to be more intimacy in this meme, not just explicit stuff.

Re: Drunken Confession [2/3]

[anonymous]

Insane!Anon would like to say she loves you.

You got the drunk!Cockney accent PERFECT, and insane!anon knows this as she has a crazy British friend who reminds her of Arthur, and does indeed babble with a Cockney accent when drunk.

Insane!anon would liek your babies, please!

reCaptcha says: withhold beloved. How long have you been hiding those feelings, Arthur...?