The Way Things Were Meant to Be [1/?]
anonymous
June 20 2010, 01:10:11 UTC
Author-non apologizes for all of the jumps in the story, only wanting to highlight the different aspects of the relationship, which I am certain would not happen in only a span of a few days. Author-non hopes that the story is enjoyable though. -----
The anticipation thrummed in Alfred’s chest as the world meeting was to come to an end, the last meeting of the week for at least a good month. Normally, the American would have been dazing off, trying a bit too hard to cover up that he was dozing off during one of Germany’s speeches, yet failing miserably. Yet this time was different, this time…he was going to spill out his feelings with confidence, like the hero that he was. It wasn’t heroic to hide his feelings for this long.
Rejection was evident in his mind, he knew that those green eyes would stare disapprovingly at him and mark that he was much too young. That he was too boisterous, obnoxious, too narrowed minded, and just too damn amazing for him. Alright, so maybe that last part was added for the sake of giving some praise to himself and to calm his nerves. That was completely beside the point.
“Thank you for listening and I am looking forward to seeing the rest of you in the next summit meeting in August.” The German man said, voice deep and resounding, which made Alfred’s head snap up to finally pay attention to what was happening. Finally! This was perfect, especially since it seemed as if a certain nation was lingering around for a bit longer, making certain that all of the notes were in the files. As prim as always and rather prudish, but it was endearing.
As the other nations filed out of the meeting room, leaving just Arthur Kirkland and himself in the room, Alfred strode with pride towards the Briton.
“Hey Iggy!” He peeped our cheerfully, knowing that nothing would be able to make him falter.
Arthur turned around, prominent eyebrows furrowed in suspicion as he glanced around the meeting room, noticing that it was only the two of them. Oh hell, his closest ally was up to something and he could not imagine any situation in which it would be preserve his left over intelligence.
“What is it…America?” He asked warily.
If Alfred thought that nothing could make him falter, he was horribly wrong. Arthur always had a knack for killing hopes with just a stern glare. It wasn’t as if they still had tensions between themselves from the American Revolution. No, that was far in the past now. They were not so stuck on this idea of not being brothers anymore that they would fall into despair over it, though Arthur tended to dip into that stage when too much alcohol got into his system.
“H-Hey…wanna go with me to get lunch or somethin’?” Alfred asked, grinning sheepishly.
The eyebrows furrowed even more. Shit, that was not a good sign, so the younger nation attempted to make up for it.
“I-I mean! Look, you don’t have to or anything but…” He stuttered out. Dammit, where had all that confidence left off? The anxiety in his heart was only beating harder and harder, preparing for a snarky comment directed right at him. Yet the snarky comment that he was expecting didn’t come. No, he was only met with silence.
Arthur appeared impatient, lips twitching into a light scowl. “America, spill it. I know you’re up to no good, so just say what you have to say and let us not waste our time, mainly my own, with some lunch together.”
Re: The Way Things Were Meant to Be [1a/?]
anonymous
June 20 2010, 01:20:55 UTC
This was the moment though, the only moment that he would have until Arthur left on the plane and they headed off into different directions for another couple months. It was now or never. Okay, by never, he meant a couple of months but now was the time to act.
“Arthur…look…I…” He dragged off, hesitant. What would happen if the other rejected him, if Arthur wouldn’t talk him for years? He could possibly be ruining everything that he had built up with the Briton through this confession. “I really, really like you. Like, like like you. Dammit…I don’t know really how to say this, but will you be my boyfriend?” He asked.
Alfred closed his eyes, not wanting to see the look on the other’s face.
“Fine.”
Wait, what?
Blue eyes snapped open in surprise.
“Wait! What do you just mean by…’fine’?” Alfred asked, confused. That impatient look settled into emerald eyes again, lips never twitching up into a smile.
“I meant exactly what I said, you daft idiot.” Arthur replied, leaning back against the large meeting table, arms crossed and finger tapping impatiently on his arm.
The taller nation frowned. “Wait, so no…’I love you too, Alfred!’ or throwing yourself into my arms? J-Just ‘fine’?”
A roll of the eyes and the look of utter boredom. “Look, Alfred, love. This is not some teen romance. “ A pause. “But your enthusiasm is rather endearing.”
With that, Arthur leaned forward and brushed his lips against Alfred’s but never pressed against. The younger nation’s cheeks flushed and he tried to lean forward to press back into the lips touching his own, but the older man pulled away before he could do such a thing. The slightest tinge of pink was evident on Arthur’s cheeks as he huffed and turned away, grabbing the briefcase and starting to head out of the meeting room.
Alfred just stood there, watching as his new…boyfriend…started to walk away with wide sapphire eyes behind lenses.
A grin made its way on his lips as he jogged to catch up to Arthur.
It was the start of a beautiful relationship.
---- AN: I decided to start off with the very beginning of the relationship but the rest of the relationship will be written soon. Erm, I hope this was enjoyable so far. ><;
Re: The Way Things Were Meant to Be [1a/?]
anonymous
June 20 2010, 20:32:14 UTC
OP here!!
I haven't checked this fill in weeks, and I feel so lucky that the day I visit it I'm not too late to make a timely comment!
I'm loving this so far <3 Nothing like the over-dramatic hookup fics that are everywhere, which is really what I like about it. Very nice, I can't wait for the rest <3
Thank you! I'm horribly glad that you like it so far! |''D I'm huge into the cliches. Also, author-non was wondering if you have any side pairings that you enjoy? Not going to focus on them, but author-non might have a way to incorporate them into the story.
Re: Author-non
anonymous
June 29 2010, 01:47:10 UTC
Well, OP does like PruCan, aside form the classics, GerIta, Spamano, you know. Anon doesn't have to work them in if it's too hard, but if you want to, go ahead!
Re: The Way Things Were Meant to Be [2a/?]
anonymous
June 25 2010, 13:36:43 UTC
AN: I fail at counting. The previous was meant to be "1b/?". D| ---- i. Patience
The next couple of weeks were spent on and off with each other, but thus was the life of nations. Despite the separation between them, their relationship never wavered though it was difficult to set time for just themselves. Most of the time was spent with Alfred simply resting his head comfortably on Arthur’s lap as they sat on the Briton’s couch, either watching television or trying to force down the older man’s scones. Alfred wasn’t certain whether it was Arthur’s fault that they had not shared a ‘true’ first kiss with each other yet or whether it was his own fault.
The hesitation was still between the both of them, wary glances at the other’s lips, which were never caught by the other. In all reality, Alfred was expecting Arthur to spatter kisses all over his lips every day, to move his lips sensually against his own but that moment still had not come yet. Doubts at first came up in his mind, but soon Alfred came to realize that it was indeed not the Briton that was avoiding the kiss, but himself.
Hollywood was of course to blame.
It was all about timing in his mind. When should he kiss? How was he supposed to kiss Arthur? What happened it the man didn’t like the kiss, especially with how stodgy he always seemed?
Either way, he would have to take initiative soon or else this insecurity would never fade away. Hah, whoever thought that once you started dating someone meant you still weren’t nervous around them was a fool.
Glancing over the clock, the young nation soon saw that it was about time that he called Arthur. They always would set up a time frame to talk to each other on the phone, around their busy schedules and their time differences. Speed dialing Arthur, who was respectively nicknamed as Iggy with excessive hearts next to the name, he heard one ring before the so considered British gentleman answered.
“Hello, Alfred.” The hasty reply came.
Alfred couldn’t help but grin in triumph. His boyfriend had been actually waiting for his call. It was cute.
“Hey Iggy!” A pause before an added, “…Anything interesting going on?” Alfred wanted to take this opportunity to invite himself over to Arthur’s house and with his amazing diplomacy abilities; he would be able to do it in an cinch. Now while the self proclaimed hero didn’t want to boast too much about himself, that would only make him out as an egotistical bastard which was Prussia’s job, not him, he couldn’t necessarily deny how easily he was able to sway Arthur.
A soft sigh was heard. “Nothing really, love. I am just enjoying a cup of fine tea at the moment.”
Alfred almost sneered. How like the stuffy Brit, always drinking that tasteless crap! Ah well, he would eventually convert him to a coffee lover.
“Oh, well. I was thinkin’. It has been a while since I last saw ya’ and I kinda’ miss you.” The younger nation responded, innocence feigning in his voice. He could already imagine those massive dark forests furrowing down in their mighty rage.
“Honestly, Alfred? We last saw each other a week ago.”
“But I miss you! Plus, I’m free and I sure as hell know you are also! Also, my flight is coming in at six p.m. your time!”
The sound of teacups clinking against the wooden table loudly was heard before a sputter and he could practically hear Arthur seething from the other side.
“You actually fucking reserved a flight already, you damn yank!? Without my permission? What the bloody ‘ell were you thinking? You’re so damn impulsive and j-just -“ Alfred was blocking him out by now.
“Lovely Arthur! Thanks! See ya’ then! Love you lots.” Alfred laughed before hanging up the blackberry, grabbing his already packed suitcases before heading out of the house.
Arthur would be waiting for him at the airport, he knew that.
Re: The Way Things Were Meant to Be [2b/?]
anonymous
June 25 2010, 13:40:00 UTC
The trip was long. Painfully long and Alfred was restless the whole time as he headed towards London in this horribly cramped, commercial plane. Oh what he would do to have a hamburger at that moment, just to relish in those flavorful juices running along his throat and the burst of flavor from so many ingredients placed together.
Snapping to reality when the sound of the flight attendant’s voice came over the intercom, Alfred couldn’t help but excitedly look out of the window to see that they were indeed approaching the grand city of London. A few moments later, the young, bright nation came out of the plane and headed towards the luggage claim, the pathway through the airport already embedded in his mind. Grabbing his bag easily, Alfred looked around and pouted when there was no sign of Arthur anywhere. What happened if he actually didn’t come for him this time?
Stepping out of the airport, the American looked for a certain pair of thick eyebrows and a messy head of blonde hair, finding it difficult to find from the crowd of people. Sighing after a few minutes of searching, Alfred headed towards the side of the sidewalk before raising his hand up, trying to flag down a taxi so he could go to Arthur’s house. When a taxi seemed to catch sight of him, the car started to pull to the empty spot next to him and Alfred clutched the suitcase a bit tighter in his hand.
“You damn Yanks. Always so impatient.”
Alfred swiveled around at the familiar voice, smiling as he saw those piercing green eyes directed right at him and he quickly forgot about his luggage for the sake of running towards the Briton. Scooping him in a bone crushing hug…ouch, he heard a few loud cracks, Alfred looked down at the slightly shorter man with a considerably brighter grin.
“You came!”
Arthur scoffed in reply. “Oh please. Like I could let you roaming around London like a fool and harass my poor citizens.” Of course I would come.
Alfred simply disregarded the harsh remark as he loosened his embrace. They were so close…this was perfect. He wouldn’t try escaping from this anymore, not when there was such a moment presented to him. Wintergreen met azure and Alfred reached up gently to brush Arthur’s bangs to the side.
Quickly, Alfred leaned forward and pecked Arthur’s lips, letting their lips linger for no more than three seconds before pulling away. Hearing a loud beep from the taxi behind him, the American jumped considerably in surprise, face flushed before seeing an impatient taxi driver awaiting him. Giving an apologetic smile, the young nation rushed forward to grab his suitcase.
“Sorry, I got a ride.” He murmured before pulling the suitcase with him back to Arthur.
The Briton simply gave a raise of an eyebrow before shaking his head to himself and heading towards the car that he brought over. Alfred followed suit and placed the suitcase in the back of the car, taking a seat next to the driver’s as Arthur took the driver. Bringing a finger to his lips, he couldn’t help but give a small smile to himself as his lips still tingled with warmth.
It seemed as if Arthur caught sight of this as he closed the driver’s door and started the car because he scoffed softly.
“Oh please, you call that a kiss? You’re so naïve.” Arthur sneered, earning a pout from Alfred.
Re: The Way Things Were Meant to Be [2b/?]
anonymous
June 25 2010, 13:45:09 UTC
“H-Hey!” He retorted softly but soon found the front of his sweatshirt being tugged forward and those same warm lips placed on his own again, but for much longer this time and with the sweetest of movements. After a few moments, Arthur pulled away with a triumphant smirk.
Oh God, no wonder why Arthur was on the top of the kissing charts.
Though Alfred felt like he could tease the old man about it.
“Wow, you’re pretty bad at this, old man.” He teased, earning a furious glare before a loud and painful smack against his upper arm. Arthur looked absolutely pissed at the joke and horribly distraught at the same time, eyes showing uncertainty before the younger nation waved his hands in front of him in surrender.
“Hahaha-sheesh! I was j-joking Arthur! Just jo-stop hitting me, ouch!”
With a huff, the Briton finally stopped his attempts on assaulting the poor boy before pulling out of the empty spot, driving out of the airport as Alfred rubbed his now sore arm.
“You better be careful of what you say, lad. No one insults the former British Empire and gets away with it.”
Oh hell, it was that oh so dominating smirk.
Alfred shuddered.
---- AN: |D I'll have more up soon in hopefully a few days. From what I'm seeing, this is gonna be a pretty decent sized fill, so I hope you guys can stay with me. Also, thank you for all of the lovely comments, they just motivate me so much. <3
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The anticipation thrummed in Alfred’s chest as the world meeting was to come to an end, the last meeting of the week for at least a good month. Normally, the American would have been dazing off, trying a bit too hard to cover up that he was dozing off during one of Germany’s speeches, yet failing miserably. Yet this time was different, this time…he was going to spill out his feelings with confidence, like the hero that he was.
It wasn’t heroic to hide his feelings for this long.
Rejection was evident in his mind, he knew that those green eyes would stare disapprovingly at him and mark that he was much too young. That he was too boisterous, obnoxious, too narrowed minded, and just too damn amazing for him. Alright, so maybe that last part was added for the sake of giving some praise to himself and to calm his nerves.
That was completely beside the point.
“Thank you for listening and I am looking forward to seeing the rest of you in the next summit meeting in August.” The German man said, voice deep and resounding, which made Alfred’s head snap up to finally pay attention to what was happening. Finally! This was perfect, especially since it seemed as if a certain nation was lingering around for a bit longer, making certain that all of the notes were in the files. As prim as always and rather prudish, but it was endearing.
As the other nations filed out of the meeting room, leaving just Arthur Kirkland and himself in the room, Alfred strode with pride towards the Briton.
“Hey Iggy!” He peeped our cheerfully, knowing that nothing would be able to make him falter.
Arthur turned around, prominent eyebrows furrowed in suspicion as he glanced around the meeting room, noticing that it was only the two of them. Oh hell, his closest ally was up to something and he could not imagine any situation in which it would be preserve his left over intelligence.
“What is it…America?” He asked warily.
If Alfred thought that nothing could make him falter, he was horribly wrong. Arthur always had a knack for killing hopes with just a stern glare. It wasn’t as if they still had tensions between themselves from the American Revolution. No, that was far in the past now. They were not so stuck on this idea of not being brothers anymore that they would fall into despair over it, though Arthur tended to dip into that stage when too much alcohol got into his system.
“H-Hey…wanna go with me to get lunch or somethin’?” Alfred asked, grinning sheepishly.
The eyebrows furrowed even more. Shit, that was not a good sign, so the younger nation attempted to make up for it.
“I-I mean! Look, you don’t have to or anything but…” He stuttered out. Dammit, where had all that confidence left off? The anxiety in his heart was only beating harder and harder, preparing for a snarky comment directed right at him. Yet the snarky comment that he was expecting didn’t come. No, he was only met with silence.
Arthur appeared impatient, lips twitching into a light scowl. “America, spill it. I know you’re up to no good, so just say what you have to say and let us not waste our time, mainly my own, with some lunch together.”
There was the snarky comment.
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“Arthur…look…I…” He dragged off, hesitant. What would happen if the other rejected him, if Arthur wouldn’t talk him for years? He could possibly be ruining everything that he had built up with the Briton through this confession. “I really, really like you. Like, like like you. Dammit…I don’t know really how to say this, but will you be my boyfriend?” He asked.
Alfred closed his eyes, not wanting to see the look on the other’s face.
“Fine.”
Wait, what?
Blue eyes snapped open in surprise.
“Wait! What do you just mean by…’fine’?” Alfred asked, confused. That impatient look settled into emerald eyes again, lips never twitching up into a smile.
“I meant exactly what I said, you daft idiot.” Arthur replied, leaning back against the large meeting table, arms crossed and finger tapping impatiently on his arm.
The taller nation frowned. “Wait, so no…’I love you too, Alfred!’ or throwing yourself into my arms? J-Just ‘fine’?”
A roll of the eyes and the look of utter boredom. “Look, Alfred, love. This is not some teen romance. “ A pause. “But your enthusiasm is rather endearing.”
With that, Arthur leaned forward and brushed his lips against Alfred’s but never pressed against. The younger nation’s cheeks flushed and he tried to lean forward to press back into the lips touching his own, but the older man pulled away before he could do such a thing. The slightest tinge of pink was evident on Arthur’s cheeks as he huffed and turned away, grabbing the briefcase and starting to head out of the meeting room.
Alfred just stood there, watching as his new…boyfriend…started to walk away with wide sapphire eyes behind lenses.
A grin made its way on his lips as he jogged to catch up to Arthur.
It was the start of a beautiful relationship.
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AN: I decided to start off with the very beginning of the relationship but the rest of the relationship will be written soon. Erm, I hope this was enjoyable so far. ><;
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It is really cute~
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I haven't checked this fill in weeks, and I feel so lucky that the day I visit it I'm not too late to make a timely comment!
I'm loving this so far <3 Nothing like the over-dramatic hookup fics that are everywhere, which is really what I like about it. Very nice, I can't wait for the rest <3
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I'm huge into the cliches. Also, author-non was wondering if you have any side pairings that you enjoy? Not going to focus on them, but author-non might have a way to incorporate them into the story.
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*flies off to read part two, which she just saw*
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(And yay for not having them molesting each other at first confession)
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(Haha, molestation at first confession is a no-no! That comes later.)
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i. Patience
The next couple of weeks were spent on and off with each other, but thus was the life of nations. Despite the separation between them, their relationship never wavered though it was difficult to set time for just themselves. Most of the time was spent with Alfred simply resting his head comfortably on Arthur’s lap as they sat on the Briton’s couch, either watching television or trying to force down the older man’s scones.
Alfred wasn’t certain whether it was Arthur’s fault that they had not shared a ‘true’ first kiss with each other yet or whether it was his own fault.
The hesitation was still between the both of them, wary glances at the other’s lips, which were never caught by the other. In all reality, Alfred was expecting Arthur to spatter kisses all over his lips every day, to move his lips sensually against his own but that moment still had not come yet. Doubts at first came up in his mind, but soon Alfred came to realize that it was indeed not the Briton that was avoiding the kiss, but himself.
Hollywood was of course to blame.
It was all about timing in his mind. When should he kiss? How was he supposed to kiss Arthur? What happened it the man didn’t like the kiss, especially with how stodgy he always seemed?
Either way, he would have to take initiative soon or else this insecurity would never fade away. Hah, whoever thought that once you started dating someone meant you still weren’t nervous around them was a fool.
Glancing over the clock, the young nation soon saw that it was about time that he called Arthur. They always would set up a time frame to talk to each other on the phone, around their busy schedules and their time differences. Speed dialing Arthur, who was respectively nicknamed as Iggy with excessive hearts next to the name, he heard one ring before the so considered British gentleman answered.
“Hello, Alfred.” The hasty reply came.
Alfred couldn’t help but grin in triumph. His boyfriend had been actually waiting for his call. It was cute.
“Hey Iggy!” A pause before an added, “…Anything interesting going on?”
Alfred wanted to take this opportunity to invite himself over to Arthur’s house and with his amazing diplomacy abilities; he would be able to do it in an cinch. Now while the self proclaimed hero didn’t want to boast too much about himself, that would only make him out as an egotistical bastard which was Prussia’s job, not him, he couldn’t necessarily deny how easily he was able to sway Arthur.
A soft sigh was heard. “Nothing really, love. I am just enjoying a cup of fine tea at the moment.”
Alfred almost sneered. How like the stuffy Brit, always drinking that tasteless crap! Ah well, he would eventually convert him to a coffee lover.
“Oh, well. I was thinkin’. It has been a while since I last saw ya’ and I kinda’ miss you.” The younger nation responded, innocence feigning in his voice. He could already imagine those massive dark forests furrowing down in their mighty rage.
“Honestly, Alfred? We last saw each other a week ago.”
“But I miss you! Plus, I’m free and I sure as hell know you are also! Also, my flight is coming in at six p.m. your time!”
The sound of teacups clinking against the wooden table loudly was heard before a sputter and he could practically hear Arthur seething from the other side.
“You actually fucking reserved a flight already, you damn yank!? Without my permission? What the bloody ‘ell were you thinking? You’re so damn impulsive and j-just -“ Alfred was blocking him out by now.
“Lovely Arthur! Thanks! See ya’ then! Love you lots.” Alfred laughed before hanging up the blackberry, grabbing his already packed suitcases before heading out of the house.
Arthur would be waiting for him at the airport, he knew that.
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Snapping to reality when the sound of the flight attendant’s voice came over the intercom, Alfred couldn’t help but excitedly look out of the window to see that they were indeed approaching the grand city of London. A few moments later, the young, bright nation came out of the plane and headed towards the luggage claim, the pathway through the airport already embedded in his mind. Grabbing his bag easily, Alfred looked around and pouted when there was no sign of Arthur anywhere. What happened if he actually didn’t come for him this time?
Stepping out of the airport, the American looked for a certain pair of thick eyebrows and a messy head of blonde hair, finding it difficult to find from the crowd of people. Sighing after a few minutes of searching, Alfred headed towards the side of the sidewalk before raising his hand up, trying to flag down a taxi so he could go to Arthur’s house. When a taxi seemed to catch sight of him, the car started to pull to the empty spot next to him and Alfred clutched the suitcase a bit tighter in his hand.
“You damn Yanks. Always so impatient.”
Alfred swiveled around at the familiar voice, smiling as he saw those piercing green eyes directed right at him and he quickly forgot about his luggage for the sake of running towards the Briton. Scooping him in a bone crushing hug…ouch, he heard a few loud cracks, Alfred looked down at the slightly shorter man with a considerably brighter grin.
“You came!”
Arthur scoffed in reply. “Oh please. Like I could let you roaming around London like a fool and harass my poor citizens.” Of course I would come.
Alfred simply disregarded the harsh remark as he loosened his embrace. They were so close…this was perfect. He wouldn’t try escaping from this anymore, not when there was such a moment presented to him. Wintergreen met azure and Alfred reached up gently to brush Arthur’s bangs to the side.
Quickly, Alfred leaned forward and pecked Arthur’s lips, letting their lips linger for no more than three seconds before pulling away. Hearing a loud beep from the taxi behind him, the American jumped considerably in surprise, face flushed before seeing an impatient taxi driver awaiting him. Giving an apologetic smile, the young nation rushed forward to grab his suitcase.
“Sorry, I got a ride.” He murmured before pulling the suitcase with him back to Arthur.
The Briton simply gave a raise of an eyebrow before shaking his head to himself and heading towards the car that he brought over. Alfred followed suit and placed the suitcase in the back of the car, taking a seat next to the driver’s as Arthur took the driver. Bringing a finger to his lips, he couldn’t help but give a small smile to himself as his lips still tingled with warmth.
It seemed as if Arthur caught sight of this as he closed the driver’s door and started the car because he scoffed softly.
“Oh please, you call that a kiss? You’re so naïve.” Arthur sneered, earning a pout from Alfred.
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Oh God, no wonder why Arthur was on the top of the kissing charts.
Though Alfred felt like he could tease the old man about it.
“Wow, you’re pretty bad at this, old man.” He teased, earning a furious glare before a loud and painful smack against his upper arm. Arthur looked absolutely pissed at the joke and horribly distraught at the same time, eyes showing uncertainty before the younger nation waved his hands in front of him in surrender.
“Hahaha-sheesh! I was j-joking Arthur! Just jo-stop hitting me, ouch!”
With a huff, the Briton finally stopped his attempts on assaulting the poor boy before pulling out of the empty spot, driving out of the airport as Alfred rubbed his now sore arm.
“You better be careful of what you say, lad. No one insults the former British Empire and gets away with it.”
Oh hell, it was that oh so dominating smirk.
Alfred shuddered.
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AN: |D I'll have more up soon in hopefully a few days. From what I'm seeing, this is gonna be a pretty decent sized fill, so I hope you guys can stay with me. Also, thank you for all of the lovely comments, they just motivate me so much. <3
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The image of Al looking around the airport for Arthur is too much for me <3
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