Love is a Thing Only to Become and Eternally Be [6c/?]
anonymous
April 19 2010, 02:53:57 UTC
Now, years later, in the fine summer of 1876, with a new state in the union and everything going more or less very well, Alfred is knee high in mud and soaking wet. Matthew is gaping at him, his jaw open and eyes wide, hands clutching at his doorway in an almost painful looking fashion.
“Alfred?” The question is incredulous, and it makes the older country laugh a little.
“I hope you don't mind my dropping by unannounced,” Alfred is grinning so widely Matthew's face hurts a little in sympathy, “I was in the neighbourhood.” At this Matthew's astonishment vanishes, and he lunges forward for a hug, despite the fact his brother is filthy and wet.
“What are you doing here?” The question is valid, but for some reason it makes Alfred's smile dim, his eyes suddenly a little sad. Immediately, Matthew starts to apologize, that little irrational part of himself worried Alfred will be offended and leave, “I'm sorry Alfred, I shouldn't act like I do not want you here, really I'm sor-”
Alfred cuts him off with a laugh and a finger pressed against his lips, “don't apologize Matt,” he says gently, not removing his finger, “that should be my job.” Matthew, who'd been going a little cross eyed trying to see Alfred's finger, furrows his brow at that and looks up. Seeing the confusion on his face, Alfred laughs again, removing his finger, “I'll explain everything, but could I impose upon you to let me in?” Matthew flushes at this and quickly yanks Alfred inside, not caring about muddy boots on his floor.
Matthew, so much like Arthur in some respects, starts to fuss, asking his brother where his suitcase is and how he got here, all the while chastising him for trekking through the rain. Alfred just lets him, smiling softly, letting Matthew tug off his wet garments only to shove dryer ones at him. The chastisements last past the act of getting Alfred dry and all the way into Matthew setting a cup of cocoa down onto the table he sat Alfred at.
“Are you done?” Alfred asks, a teasing note in his voice as he wraps his hands around the warm mug. Matthew stumbles a bit at that, before flushing again.
“Sorry Al,” he mutters and ducks his head. Alfred takes a sip of his beverage and hums in appreciation, setting his cup back down.
“Didn't I say not to apologize,” Matthew sends him a semi-pained glare at that, and Alfred continues on, “besides, I should be apologizing. I've been so busy lately, we both have but that's not an excuse to miss out on your birthday!” Matthew just gives Alfred a blank look at that, violet eyes a little confused.
He opens his mouth to say something before snapping it shut again, realization dawning, “oh Alfred,” he breaths, looking flattered, “you didn't have to come all the way out here just for tha-” Alfred cuts him off again with a rather dark look.
“I did actually,” the blond says firmly, blue eyes locked with Matthew's, “because I have something for you.” Matthew frowns a little at this.
“I,” he flushes a little, “I don't have anything for you...” Matthew trails off, looking down so he misses Alfred's shrug.
“That's fine Mattie,” the older blond says, chugging down his drink and leaping up, “you will in a moment!” He catches Matthew off guard by practically swooping upon him, hoisting him up to his feet. Matthew, stunned by the sudden movements almost falls over but catches his balance, violet eyes wide. “Matthew,” Alfred says, hands on Matthew's shoulders eyes locked, “I love you.”
Love is a Thing Only to Become and Eternally Be [6d/?]
anonymous
April 19 2010, 02:56:27 UTC
The declaration hangs between them, heavy and loud in the utter silence of the rural home. Matthew is trembling in Alfred's grip and Alfred is quickly becoming nervous as Matthew remains there, looking down in complete silence.
“How do you know?” Matthew looks up at him, his eyes suspiciously bright, though his voice is steady. Alfred blinks at the question, trying to think of a way to explain the strange sensation he associates with love, with Matthew. The other blond looks increasingly distressed as he demands, louder but not as steady, “how do you know you love me? Hmm, how?” He jerks out of Alfred's grasp but doesn't go anywhere, just slides back into his chair, “how could I possibly know?” He whispers, and Alfred slides down to kneel next to him, licking dry lips.
“Matthew, I, I don't know about you but for me...” he dies off, huffing slightly trying to describe it adequately, “you make me warm and cold and you make me happier and sadder than anyone else and even when I'm mad at you, enraged because of you, I want you nearby.” He coughs lightly and continues, “that's how I know.” Matthew is still eyeing him uneasily so Alfred stands, “you don't have to say it back, if you don't mean it.”
Alfred leaves the kitchen, fully planning to go outside and back down the muddy rural road until he finds the inn he knows he passed, but Matthew catches him just as he reaches the front door. The other blond latches onto his back, clutching his shirt and leaning his head against the others warm, broad back, “I do,” he croaks, “you're all I ever wanted Alfred, I thought you knew.” Alfred did know, but he also knows wanting something is not the same as loving it. They stay there for a moment before Alfred turns, wrapping his arms around the other and kissing him soundly.
Mr laughing eh captcha? Sounds like Alfred alright.
Re: Love is a Thing Only to Become and Eternally Be [6d/?]
anonymous
April 19 2010, 04:14:59 UTC
DAWWWWW!!! These guys are so sweet together! I love this pairing, and I love this fill. What can I say? The love confession made me very very happy. Thank you so much for updating this.
Re: Love is a Thing Only to Become and Eternally Be [6d/?]
anonymous
April 19 2010, 05:31:53 UTC
This fill is gorgeous and sweet and. *Totally trying not to come up with a gibberish fangirly response* All the details of their relationship are lovely and the description of Canada as a mountain struck me as utterly, beautifully accurate. Keep up the great work!
Oh this is beautiful! I squeed at the love confession (thank goodness my flatmate wasn't here). I absolutely loved Canada reassuring America that he wasn't going to die.
“Alfred?” The question is incredulous, and it makes the older country laugh a little.
“I hope you don't mind my dropping by unannounced,” Alfred is grinning so widely Matthew's face hurts a little in sympathy, “I was in the neighbourhood.” At this Matthew's astonishment vanishes, and he lunges forward for a hug, despite the fact his brother is filthy and wet.
“What are you doing here?” The question is valid, but for some reason it makes Alfred's smile dim, his eyes suddenly a little sad. Immediately, Matthew starts to apologize, that little irrational part of himself worried Alfred will be offended and leave, “I'm sorry Alfred, I shouldn't act like I do not want you here, really I'm sor-”
Alfred cuts him off with a laugh and a finger pressed against his lips, “don't apologize Matt,” he says gently, not removing his finger, “that should be my job.” Matthew, who'd been going a little cross eyed trying to see Alfred's finger, furrows his brow at that and looks up. Seeing the confusion on his face, Alfred laughs again, removing his finger, “I'll explain everything, but could I impose upon you to let me in?” Matthew flushes at this and quickly yanks Alfred inside, not caring about muddy boots on his floor.
Matthew, so much like Arthur in some respects, starts to fuss, asking his brother where his suitcase is and how he got here, all the while chastising him for trekking through the rain. Alfred just lets him, smiling softly, letting Matthew tug off his wet garments only to shove dryer ones at him. The chastisements last past the act of getting Alfred dry and all the way into Matthew setting a cup of cocoa down onto the table he sat Alfred at.
“Are you done?” Alfred asks, a teasing note in his voice as he wraps his hands around the warm mug. Matthew stumbles a bit at that, before flushing again.
“Sorry Al,” he mutters and ducks his head. Alfred takes a sip of his beverage and hums in appreciation, setting his cup back down.
“Didn't I say not to apologize,” Matthew sends him a semi-pained glare at that, and Alfred continues on, “besides, I should be apologizing. I've been so busy lately, we both have but that's not an excuse to miss out on your birthday!” Matthew just gives Alfred a blank look at that, violet eyes a little confused.
He opens his mouth to say something before snapping it shut again, realization dawning, “oh Alfred,” he breaths, looking flattered, “you didn't have to come all the way out here just for tha-” Alfred cuts him off again with a rather dark look.
“I did actually,” the blond says firmly, blue eyes locked with Matthew's, “because I have something for you.” Matthew frowns a little at this.
“I,” he flushes a little, “I don't have anything for you...” Matthew trails off, looking down so he misses Alfred's shrug.
“That's fine Mattie,” the older blond says, chugging down his drink and leaping up, “you will in a moment!” He catches Matthew off guard by practically swooping upon him, hoisting him up to his feet. Matthew, stunned by the sudden movements almost falls over but catches his balance, violet eyes wide. “Matthew,” Alfred says, hands on Matthew's shoulders eyes locked, “I love you.”
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The declaration hangs between them, heavy and loud in the utter silence of the rural home. Matthew is trembling in Alfred's grip and Alfred is quickly becoming nervous as Matthew remains there, looking down in complete silence.
“How do you know?” Matthew looks up at him, his eyes suspiciously bright, though his voice is steady. Alfred blinks at the question, trying to think of a way to explain the strange sensation he associates with love, with Matthew. The other blond looks increasingly distressed as he demands, louder but not as steady, “how do you know you love me? Hmm, how?” He jerks out of Alfred's grasp but doesn't go anywhere, just slides back into his chair, “how could I possibly know?” He whispers, and Alfred slides down to kneel next to him, licking dry lips.
“Matthew, I, I don't know about you but for me...” he dies off, huffing slightly trying to describe it adequately, “you make me warm and cold and you make me happier and sadder than anyone else and even when I'm mad at you, enraged because of you, I want you nearby.” He coughs lightly and continues, “that's how I know.” Matthew is still eyeing him uneasily so Alfred stands, “you don't have to say it back, if you don't mean it.”
Alfred leaves the kitchen, fully planning to go outside and back down the muddy rural road until he finds the inn he knows he passed, but Matthew catches him just as he reaches the front door. The other blond latches onto his back, clutching his shirt and leaning his head against the others warm, broad back, “I do,” he croaks, “you're all I ever wanted Alfred, I thought you knew.” Alfred did know, but he also knows wanting something is not the same as loving it. They stay there for a moment before Alfred turns, wrapping his arms around the other and kissing him soundly.
Mr laughing eh captcha? Sounds like Alfred alright.
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I can't wait to see what's next!
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