You love me for the chase but hate me for the runaround (1/3?)
anonymous
January 20 2011, 04:03:46 UTC
Alfred was born with an insatiable curiosity. (Along with one or two or three insatiable appetites, but Arthur tried to pointedly ignore the loud munching during meetings and sodas sipped between conversations.)
This insatiable curiosity came hand in hand with the concerning dilemma that Alfred was hopelessly and terminally lazy, always looking for an easier and quicker way to get a task completed. It was very much a "quantity over quality" motto for him.
Arthur honestly could not be surprised that he'd become such a good partner to Yao in recent years.
But, digressions aside, Alfred always seemed to have a mouthful of questions (not to mention food) and lacked any sort of motivation to get them properly answered. He bypassed encyclopedias, specialists on the topic, and even the Internet to make a beeline for Arthur. He began to consider that even Alfred was unaware of his habit, or else was constantly denying that he ever required anything from Arthur.
But in the deepest and most suppressed regions of his mind (where Alfred claimed his youth and cooking abilities had been hidden), he'd admit that even though Alfred more often than not forgot his "pleases" and "thank yous", the rapt attention and interest in his eyes as he watched or listened to Arthur explain something new would stave away the irritation.
And it did help that Alfred was a very eager and quick student when the subject appealed to him.
Arthur could recall the time he'd come to him amidst the repairing of the land, soon after the second world conflict. Tired and occupied with more pressing matters, he'd hardly the time to entertain Alfred's enthusiasm and spontaneous whims.
"We are settling the matter of dividing Germany, Alfred," he'd reminded him in a tone that left no room for negotiation. He made a tip-lipped sip of his tea as he flipped through documents. The warm liquid loosened some of the tension in his shoulders, but he hadn't been relaxed in a very long while.
"But Arthur," Alfred had continued on, unnecessarily drawing out the "r"s in his name and flopping his upper body onto the table. He didn't bother to help as Arthur made a sound of discontent and bent down to pick up the scattered papers.
"Whatever it is this time, it can wait," he'd snapped back shortly, shuffling his papers loudly and hoping to regain Alfred's attention. What a fool's task that was.
"Well, you see-" Alfred lifted his head off the table and answered as if Arthur had responded with an inquisitive tilt of the head and a "Yes, Alfred? Please tell me about all your problems because I have nothing to do as an old senile man". "-there's this really swell girl I met while I was waiting for a taxi. I invited her out for dancing, and she said she loved ballroom dancing. Ballroom dancing. My grandpa does ballroom dancing."
"Alfred, you have no grandfather."
Alfred waved it off noncommittally. "So I thought since I already made the date with the nice lady, I'd ask you to show me some steps. You invented the thing, didn't you?"
And despite the fact that Alfred had backhandedly insulted him several times, and there was still the matter of work to be done, Arthur slammed down his papers with a begrudging scowl and admitted that teaching Alfred traditional dance would be infinitely more entertaining. But very little did they dance.
"Stop, stop, stop." Arthur stopped in the middle of a step and sent Alfred a very disparaging deadpan. "Your hand is crushing my kidney. Please remove it."
Alfred had enough decency to look a slightly sheepish as he dropped his hand from Arthur's hip, and then of course made up for any remorse he may of felt by commenting, rather petulantly, "Well, I'm sorry your internal organs are so delicate."
"Right then," Arthur trudged on, guiding his hand back to his hip. "Attempt to treat your dance partner with respect, as if you perhaps respect their company. Leaving bruises is rather unsightly, you know."
You love me for the chase but hate me for the runaround (1b/3?)
anonymous
January 20 2011, 04:06:52 UTC
He heaved a sigh in response, but looked back down at their feet never the less. Alfred's face twisted into concentration as he stumbled through the steps, narrowing his eyes and biting the inside of his cheek. Arthur only shook his head and wordlessly tipped Alfred's head up, forcing their eyes to meet as the steps became a dance. Arthur hummed his approval.
"Amateur but passable, considering this is your first time," he concluded bluntly.
Alfred seemed to be able to pick out the compliment and the corners of his eyes crinkled as he grinned. Arthur satisfactorily noted that Alfred had build up a small sweat on his brow, but also surprised that he'd taken the impromptu lesson so seriously.
"You have you consider that I probably had one of the oldest and grumpiest teachers history's ever seen," Alfred fired back smoothly as he stopped them. The gramophone Arthur had played in the background skipped at the end of the record, but they didn't make a move to stop it yet.
"And yet he was able to teach the most difficult and slow-witted student history has ever seen." Arthur raised a challenging brow to his partner, but Alfred just shook his head and laughed.
They smiled at each other for a moment and shared the companionable silence before Alfred shifted the hand on his hip up and pulled Arthur forward. With a enthusiastic glint in his eye that obviously spelt disaster for Arthur, he winked with a grin.
"Time to learn the jitterbug, Artie!"
And in the process of refusing to be defeated by anything American, Arthur did just that.
'8D First post on kink meme. Please forgive me for any problems. :< I mean, I already fucked up the title...previous post should read (1a/3?). My apologies to OP for straying off prompt...I promise you'll get your senseless kissing at one point. >>' Title is based off a lyric from "Love on the Rocks" by Sara Bareilles. I have an obsession for 50's culture, if you haven't noticed already. And next parts will be up eventually. That is all.
This insatiable curiosity came hand in hand with the concerning dilemma that Alfred was hopelessly and terminally lazy, always looking for an easier and quicker way to get a task completed. It was very much a "quantity over quality" motto for him.
Arthur honestly could not be surprised that he'd become such a good partner to Yao in recent years.
But, digressions aside, Alfred always seemed to have a mouthful of questions (not to mention food) and lacked any sort of motivation to get them properly answered. He bypassed encyclopedias, specialists on the topic, and even the Internet to make a beeline for Arthur. He began to consider that even Alfred was unaware of his habit, or else was constantly denying that he ever required anything from Arthur.
But in the deepest and most suppressed regions of his mind (where Alfred claimed his youth and cooking abilities had been hidden), he'd admit that even though Alfred more often than not forgot his "pleases" and "thank yous", the rapt attention and interest in his eyes as he watched or listened to Arthur explain something new would stave away the irritation.
And it did help that Alfred was a very eager and quick student when the subject appealed to him.
Arthur could recall the time he'd come to him amidst the repairing of the land, soon after the second world conflict. Tired and occupied with more pressing matters, he'd hardly the time to entertain Alfred's enthusiasm and spontaneous whims.
"We are settling the matter of dividing Germany, Alfred," he'd reminded him in a tone that left no room for negotiation. He made a tip-lipped sip of his tea as he flipped through documents. The warm liquid loosened some of the tension in his shoulders, but he hadn't been relaxed in a very long while.
"But Arthur," Alfred had continued on, unnecessarily drawing out the "r"s in his name and flopping his upper body onto the table. He didn't bother to help as Arthur made a sound of discontent and bent down to pick up the scattered papers.
"Whatever it is this time, it can wait," he'd snapped back shortly, shuffling his papers loudly and hoping to regain Alfred's attention. What a fool's task that was.
"Well, you see-" Alfred lifted his head off the table and answered as if Arthur had responded with an inquisitive tilt of the head and a "Yes, Alfred? Please tell me about all your problems because I have nothing to do as an old senile man". "-there's this really swell girl I met while I was waiting for a taxi. I invited her out for dancing, and she said she loved ballroom dancing. Ballroom dancing. My grandpa does ballroom dancing."
"Alfred, you have no grandfather."
Alfred waved it off noncommittally. "So I thought since I already made the date with the nice lady, I'd ask you to show me some steps. You invented the thing, didn't you?"
And despite the fact that Alfred had backhandedly insulted him several times, and there was still the matter of work to be done, Arthur slammed down his papers with a begrudging scowl and admitted that teaching Alfred traditional dance would be infinitely more entertaining. But very little did they dance.
"Stop, stop, stop." Arthur stopped in the middle of a step and sent Alfred a very disparaging deadpan. "Your hand is crushing my kidney. Please remove it."
Alfred had enough decency to look a slightly sheepish as he dropped his hand from Arthur's hip, and then of course made up for any remorse he may of felt by commenting, rather petulantly, "Well, I'm sorry your internal organs are so delicate."
"Right then," Arthur trudged on, guiding his hand back to his hip. "Attempt to treat your dance partner with respect, as if you perhaps respect their company. Leaving bruises is rather unsightly, you know."
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"Amateur but passable, considering this is your first time," he concluded bluntly.
Alfred seemed to be able to pick out the compliment and the corners of his eyes crinkled as he grinned. Arthur satisfactorily noted that Alfred had build up a small sweat on his brow, but also surprised that he'd taken the impromptu lesson so seriously.
"You have you consider that I probably had one of the oldest and grumpiest teachers history's ever seen," Alfred fired back smoothly as he stopped them. The gramophone Arthur had played in the background skipped at the end of the record, but they didn't make a move to stop it yet.
"And yet he was able to teach the most difficult and slow-witted student history has ever seen." Arthur raised a challenging brow to his partner, but Alfred just shook his head and laughed.
They smiled at each other for a moment and shared the companionable silence before Alfred shifted the hand on his hip up and pulled Arthur forward. With a enthusiastic glint in his eye that obviously spelt disaster for Arthur, he winked with a grin.
"Time to learn the jitterbug, Artie!"
And in the process of refusing to be defeated by anything American, Arthur did just that.
'8D First post on kink meme. Please forgive me for any problems. :< I mean, I already fucked up the title...previous post should read (1a/3?).
My apologies to OP for straying off prompt...I promise you'll get your senseless kissing at one point. >>'
Title is based off a lyric from "Love on the Rocks" by Sara Bareilles. I have an obsession for 50's culture, if you haven't noticed already. And next parts will be up eventually.
That is all.
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Looking forward to the part were Alfred kisses him senseless! :D
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Oh god you have my heart anon, I'm also shamelessly in love with that era.
Anyway I'm so glad that you filled this, it's looking great so far! :D
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