Re: Hatsukoi 2/3
anonymous
April 12 2011, 18:28:02 UTC
It was quite a while after the fleeting touches and hand holding that Alfred began to notice. He found it quite charming actually, and couldn't help but grin happily whenever Arthur did something cute like grab his hand at an inopportune moment or tug on his arm as if he wanted his attention or just drape over him at home. The Brit had even begun joining in with his video games for an excuse to get closer; he often started out badly and told Alfred he had to teach him, and then sat in between the younger man's legs, allowing Alfred to cover his hands and show him properly. Sometimes, he just watched, leaning against Alfred's shoulder and tracing patterns on his arm absently.
Alfred was... intrigued. And curious. Due to all of their disagreements during meetings and their arguments, especially prior to their established relationship, he had expected Arthur to recoil against his touch and become furious upon any displays of public affection. For once thing, whenever Francis touched him, he flinched and didn't waste time in punching the frog in the face.
He was, unfortunately, well aware of his beau's very promiscuous endeavours from the past. He still got irked and repulsed thinking about it, horrified by what Arthur had been subjected to during the Viking's tirade along with France's victory in 1066 and how he forced his culture upon England. The Brit reluctantly reiterated the tales, having been rather inebriated at the time, and confessed that he gave as good as he got, especially during the reign of the British Empire.
Still, in spite of the older man's sexually active past, he had never been one for physical affection. Alfred recalled being trained by Arthur during the first World War, remembering how he'd complained of exhaustion when Arthur had still been recovering from the Somme, but the Englishman's training was still relentless. He had later peered into Arthur's tent after training to see Matthew changing his bandages, and he had thrown up whatever he'd consumed that day upon witnessing the extent of his ex-coloniser's injuries.
In terms of violence, Arthur wasn't shy when it came to fights. He made calculated risk assessments and strategic decisions, but his pride made him unwilling to back down against most. But affection, it seemed, was sparse, be it given or received.
That was, until they got together.
They shared their first kiss upon Germany's surrender during the 1940s. It was chaste, fleeting, a feather-light brush of the lips, and then Arthur began furiously stammering excuses before Alfred grabbed his hand, tugged him closer, and kissed him with more passion and love and longing than either of them had ever felt before, lips enraptured and tongues occupied in a heated tango that lasted long enough to force them to gasp for breath a while after.
Alfred had been prepared for Arthur to snap at him for even smiling at him or pecking him on the cheek, smack him for trying to hold hands and shun him and sulk at him for daring to try and kiss him. But really, it was Arthur who began initiating physical contact, telling Alfred to fix his tie and then doing it for him, hands lingering on his torso before sliding up to grasp his shoulders, and then press a kiss against his lips.
It left him baffled and disorientated. He liked it. He liked it a lot and found it endearing and absolutely adorable, not that he'd admit it. It was just... confusing.
"Is there anything troubling you, Amerika-san?"
Alfred's gaze lifted from incomprehensible papers to meet monochromatic brown eyes staring down at him curiously. He offered the man a polite grin. "Nah, it's nothing, Kiku," he replied, running a hand through his hair as he glanced away to see Arthur hissing at a smirking Francis.
Re: Hatsukoi 3/?
anonymous
April 12 2011, 18:29:40 UTC
Silly!anon miscounted. =n= Hmph, Maths has never been my strong point...
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"In that case, I won't pry," the Japanese man said politely, nodding his head as he placed his paperwork in his briefcase and clicked it shut. "However, I believe that since you were watching Igirisu-san throughout the entirety of the meeting, it does not seem as if nothing is wrong."
The American blinked, surprised by Kiku's uncharacteristic forwardness. Although it was a very formal and sly way of going about it, it was evident that he was trying to get Alfred to talk. Smiling wearily and chuckling quietly, Alfred scratched his neck sheepishly. "I'm just overthinking," he murmured, mindful of allowing anyone to hear. "Just... I've been wondering about Arthur. He's... He's pretty touchy-feely, y'know? Not that I don't like it," he added quickly, looking over at the Brit. An unconscious smile formed on his lips. "I just... never expected him to act like he does. I mean, whenever France touches him, he hits him. When someone brushes against him in the street, he grimaces, and if someone comes onto him he quickly tells 'em where to shove their..."
"I understand, Amerika-san," Kiku interrupted, coughing into his fist as a light flush decorated his cheeks. Really, Alfred was too crude sometimes... "If it is on your mind, then perhaps you could bring it up with him..."
Alfred's features marred into a slight frowned and he hummed thoughtfully, looking dubious. "It'd be kind of weird if I asked him why he likes hugging me," he mumbled. "Besides, I don't want to scare him off and make him stop."
"How cute..."
"What?" The American's gaze flickered back to Kiku, who smiled mysteriously.
"Nothing," he replied evasively, "but just think about it. Sayonara, Amerika-san."
"Later, Kiku..." he said absently, sighing before he grabbed his things and approached the hot-tempered Brit. Looping an arm around his shoulders, he smiled and felt warmth spread through him when Arthur raised a hand to touch his. "Anything wrong?" he asked, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on the Englishman's forehead, only to be greeted with another pair of lips.
"France is just being a self-righteous, pompous, arrogant wanker who can't go without utilising his libido for a few hours," Arthur replied airily, sniffing haughtily. "France is just being himself," he concluded crisply.
"So cruel, Angleterre," Francis drawled, rolling his eyes at the other nation's over dramatic summary of the happenings. "I was simply offering a few services..."
"And continued doing so even when I declined," the Brit added, scowling. "Once again, France, no. Please, fuck off and go grope someone else."
Francis, exasperated, snorted and drifted over to greet his Spanish friend. Alfred glanced at his lover and asked, "You all right, babe?"
Arthur nodded, leaning against him and sighing softly. "Of course I am. I can handle myself, you know," he muttered. "I just don't appreciate being groped or any comparable touches."
The larger man tilted his head, subtly looking down at the Englishman, and then murmured: "Hmm? But you seem to like me touching you."
Arthur flushed slightly, looking a bit guilty. "Well, you are my lover, aren't you?"
Alfred grinned. He always loved hearing Arthur say it. "Yeah," he agreed amiably, dropping his arm from Arthur's shoulders to thread their fingers together. The older man squeezed back. "I guess I just didn't expect all the affection."
Arthur didn't answer, seemingly fixated upon the soft drizzle colliding with the windows, so Alfred sighed in defeat but smiled. "C'mon," he said, swinging their hands, "let's go grab something to eat, yeah?"
Re: Hatsukoi 4/4
anonymous
April 12 2011, 18:30:27 UTC
"You make me happy."
Blue eyes flickered up from a polystyrene cup full of fizzy pop to meet earnest green eyes. "Eh...?" He blinked several times, shocked by the sudden admission.
Arthur flushed slightly but didn't avert his gaze. He leaned across the table to put his hand over Alfred's, rubbing it gently with his thumb. "You make me feel loved," he murmured. "I want to ensure that you feel the same way..."
The American felt his own face heating up slightly. He was bewildered by Arthur's behaviour, yes, but very pleased. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have someone like Arthur. The man, whilst a bit cynical and very pessimistic at times, was a selfless lover with the utmost of care lingering beneath the surface of moody glowers and cryptic remarks. He never forced himself upon Alfred; whenever Arthur topped in bed, it was sensual and romantic, not rough and painful. Whilst Alfred was dominant most of the time, the nights the Englishman was left Alfred breathless. Arthur was always mindful of his lover's needs. He wasn't docile or placid at all, but he wasn't selfish or needy either.
"I feel so... fortunate. I'm amazed that... someone like me..." Arthur trailed off, brows furrowing as he considered his words and then shook his head, pride getting in the way of a very honest admission. He sighed softly and peered up into Alfred's eyes again. "I'm just... very grateful. You're a wanker at the best of times. You can be a right prat when you want to be and you're always insulting my food and consuming disgusting things from fast food restaurants; you dropped me once in the shower even though you promised it would be safe and you wouldn't get us hurt; you were a complete dick when I was sick during the 1900s; you were utterly off your rocker during the Cold War... but I've been a tosser too," he said, pursing his lips. "I've... loved before, but... I've never been in love... until you, Alfred."
For once, Alfred was struck speechless. Arthur wasn't as predictable as he had once thought; he'd anticipated fleeting touches and embarrassed blushes and fierce reprimands and quickies in the closet but not soft, lingering kisses at unexpected moments. And now, along with all of those loving touches, Arthur had said such beautiful words, and... he was being completely honest, flushed cheeks and dazzling eyes and teeth nervously digging into his lip...
Smiling, Alfred leaned over the table, tilting Arthur's face up, and met his lips. He pressed his tongue forwards, lightly tracing over Arthur's teeth, before dancing with his own, soft groans and mewls emitting from both their throats. The Englishman bit softly on his lip as he drew back, pulling him back into the kiss, tongue flickering out to lick as his lower lip before sliding past them again to kiss him deeply.
Eventually, they pulled away, falling back into their seats and gasping for breath, both wearing dazed smiles as their hands remained intertwined in the middle of the table.
"I fall more and more in love with you every day, Artie," Alfred murmured, lifting their joined hands to press a kiss against Arthur's.
Is bursting in happiness! That was a perfect fill :D The light touches, romantic air, and even excuses to be held! Really Arthur, video games on Al's lap? And you were still able to keep some of his tsun intact. Wonderfully fluffy and romantic :D
Author!anon here~
anonymous
April 16 2011, 16:48:29 UTC
I'm very glad you enjoyed it! I saw this on the unfilled list a while ago and was hoping it'd be filled, but then decided to do it myself. It was my first fill, so I was a tad worried, but thankfully you don't know who I am anyway. *sighs in relief!*
Re: Hatsukoi 4/4
anonymous
April 12 2011, 22:37:59 UTC
SO CUUUTE!!
Anon, anon, anon. This fill is absolutely adorable!! I love the little things and EEEE. Thank you for hitting so many of my fluff kinks, I love you. The little bits of them and historical adds were wonderful as well <3
Re: Hatsukoi 4/4
anonymous
April 13 2011, 00:14:10 UTC
*takes a flying leap and tacklehugs Author!anon <3* Ahem. I'm glad you de-lurked, because this was really fun to read; I think I'm getting too old for dark!fic or something, and this was a lovely find for me. I especially enjoyed your characterization for Arthur; I kind of imagine him as starved for affection and touch myself, so I always imagined him as being pretty affectionate once he's let his guard down. Especially in lieu of outright professing his love!
How long it takes him to trust someone and let his guard down probably depends on how long he's withdrawn from others, whether it's from abuse and neglect or from fear of being tricked, exposed, or hurt emotionally. I get the feeling that Arthur and Alfred have been together quite awhile in this story, because Arthur has opened up amazingly and Alfred has had the chance to notice the differences in his behavior over time and wonder. (And I am so amused by Japan's take on their relationship. XD) It's nice to see Alfred actually figuring Arthur out a little; I'm sure they've had plenty of communication difficulties, but it's nice to see them resolved a little more than the standard new relationship clueless!Alfred/tsundere!Arthur I'm used to seeing. That's fun to read too, but ... people change. Although I suspect France's hands will always wander... OTL
Ah, and I loved how Arthur was finally indulging himself in giving and receiving affection and touch WITHOUT seeming needy; I'm sure he might have been more needy at first, but I like that that changed and that he's seems secure in his relationship and himself. <3 I'd kind of like to see more healthy but not idyllic relationships on this meme. I encounter that far too often. :'D
Pfft, I thought the title was cheesy until I read the fic, but you know what? It really fit the theme nicely, especially with the constrast of Arthur's many past partners and his one love. That's definitely adorable instead of cheesy. ;D
*... sends English A!A violently American hugs for a rainy day*
Author!anon here.
anonymous
April 16 2011, 16:47:00 UTC
GEH! D-don't just hug people you don't so in such a familiar way! =///=;
I do enjoy dark fics every so often. I've written a couple myself, although not on the kink meme... but I'm a complete sucker for happy endings. *sighs!* I feel like such a sappy idiot... I don't know who to blame. u//ú;
I think Arthur would always maintain some tsundere behaviour, but it would tone down upon feeling more secure with Alfred... Until he insults his cooking. But hey, no couple is perfect!
Mmm... In my headcanon, I imagine that they got together following WWII. WWI was when Arthur would have begun to realise that Alfred wasn't a hopeless little boy any longer, the Great Depression would probably give him incentive to feel that way but since America acted quite professional about it he might've been quite begrudgingly proud, and WWII... well, I'm sure you know enough about it to understand why. Churchill commenting on their Special Relationship and all that... I shan't ramble, however. =u=; But yes, I imagine that they got together during the 1940s and were turmultuous and hesitant with their relationship for a good several years, testing their boundaries. During the modern day, however, I think they'd find it easier to show affection, even if they'd sometimes feel anxious due to all of the homophobia, but we're doing things about it now. :) The Day of Silence was yesterday, after all, for one thing...
I really don't believe that Alfred is a clueless idiot. I loathe when he's portrayed that way in serious stories. He's obviously intelligent enough to compete with Japan on the technology front, he's got strong forces and political standings... He's not stupid and, whilst a bit dense, isn't entirely clueless. *takes things too seriously!*
I doubt Arthur would ever allow himself to appear needy, no matter what... =u=; Yes, I'm a bit tired of their relationship being portrayed as chidish... *huffs!*
D-don't say it's cheesy! I didn't even expect people to understand the title, so I was hoping nobody would comment on it. Leave me alone! ;//3//;
... Th-thank you. =///n///= B-but I don't want any hugs!
Since they said they were American, I think they were just making fun of American and British stereotypes with the hugging. You know, loud, extroverted, and touchy versus reserved and "Why are you touching me? Do not want!" ;D
Alfred was... intrigued. And curious. Due to all of their disagreements during meetings and their arguments, especially prior to their established relationship, he had expected Arthur to recoil against his touch and become furious upon any displays of public affection. For once thing, whenever Francis touched him, he flinched and didn't waste time in punching the frog in the face.
He was, unfortunately, well aware of his beau's very promiscuous endeavours from the past. He still got irked and repulsed thinking about it, horrified by what Arthur had been subjected to during the Viking's tirade along with France's victory in 1066 and how he forced his culture upon England. The Brit reluctantly reiterated the tales, having been rather inebriated at the time, and confessed that he gave as good as he got, especially during the reign of the British Empire.
Still, in spite of the older man's sexually active past, he had never been one for physical affection. Alfred recalled being trained by Arthur during the first World War, remembering how he'd complained of exhaustion when Arthur had still been recovering from the Somme, but the Englishman's training was still relentless. He had later peered into Arthur's tent after training to see Matthew changing his bandages, and he had thrown up whatever he'd consumed that day upon witnessing the extent of his ex-coloniser's injuries.
In terms of violence, Arthur wasn't shy when it came to fights. He made calculated risk assessments and strategic decisions, but his pride made him unwilling to back down against most. But affection, it seemed, was sparse, be it given or received.
That was, until they got together.
They shared their first kiss upon Germany's surrender during the 1940s. It was chaste, fleeting, a feather-light brush of the lips, and then Arthur began furiously stammering excuses before Alfred grabbed his hand, tugged him closer, and kissed him with more passion and love and longing than either of them had ever felt before, lips enraptured and tongues occupied in a heated tango that lasted long enough to force them to gasp for breath a while after.
Alfred had been prepared for Arthur to snap at him for even smiling at him or pecking him on the cheek, smack him for trying to hold hands and shun him and sulk at him for daring to try and kiss him. But really, it was Arthur who began initiating physical contact, telling Alfred to fix his tie and then doing it for him, hands lingering on his torso before sliding up to grasp his shoulders, and then press a kiss against his lips.
It left him baffled and disorientated. He liked it. He liked it a lot and found it endearing and absolutely adorable, not that he'd admit it. It was just... confusing.
"Is there anything troubling you, Amerika-san?"
Alfred's gaze lifted from incomprehensible papers to meet monochromatic brown eyes staring down at him curiously. He offered the man a polite grin. "Nah, it's nothing, Kiku," he replied, running a hand through his hair as he glanced away to see Arthur hissing at a smirking Francis.
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"In that case, I won't pry," the Japanese man said politely, nodding his head as he placed his paperwork in his briefcase and clicked it shut. "However, I believe that since you were watching Igirisu-san throughout the entirety of the meeting, it does not seem as if nothing is wrong."
The American blinked, surprised by Kiku's uncharacteristic forwardness. Although it was a very formal and sly way of going about it, it was evident that he was trying to get Alfred to talk. Smiling wearily and chuckling quietly, Alfred scratched his neck sheepishly. "I'm just overthinking," he murmured, mindful of allowing anyone to hear. "Just... I've been wondering about Arthur. He's... He's pretty touchy-feely, y'know? Not that I don't like it," he added quickly, looking over at the Brit. An unconscious smile formed on his lips. "I just... never expected him to act like he does. I mean, whenever France touches him, he hits him. When someone brushes against him in the street, he grimaces, and if someone comes onto him he quickly tells 'em where to shove their..."
"I understand, Amerika-san," Kiku interrupted, coughing into his fist as a light flush decorated his cheeks. Really, Alfred was too crude sometimes... "If it is on your mind, then perhaps you could bring it up with him..."
Alfred's features marred into a slight frowned and he hummed thoughtfully, looking dubious. "It'd be kind of weird if I asked him why he likes hugging me," he mumbled. "Besides, I don't want to scare him off and make him stop."
"How cute..."
"What?" The American's gaze flickered back to Kiku, who smiled mysteriously.
"Nothing," he replied evasively, "but just think about it. Sayonara, Amerika-san."
"Later, Kiku..." he said absently, sighing before he grabbed his things and approached the hot-tempered Brit. Looping an arm around his shoulders, he smiled and felt warmth spread through him when Arthur raised a hand to touch his. "Anything wrong?" he asked, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on the Englishman's forehead, only to be greeted with another pair of lips.
"France is just being a self-righteous, pompous, arrogant wanker who can't go without utilising his libido for a few hours," Arthur replied airily, sniffing haughtily. "France is just being himself," he concluded crisply.
"So cruel, Angleterre," Francis drawled, rolling his eyes at the other nation's over dramatic summary of the happenings. "I was simply offering a few services..."
"And continued doing so even when I declined," the Brit added, scowling. "Once again, France, no. Please, fuck off and go grope someone else."
Francis, exasperated, snorted and drifted over to greet his Spanish friend. Alfred glanced at his lover and asked, "You all right, babe?"
Arthur nodded, leaning against him and sighing softly. "Of course I am. I can handle myself, you know," he muttered. "I just don't appreciate being groped or any comparable touches."
The larger man tilted his head, subtly looking down at the Englishman, and then murmured: "Hmm? But you seem to like me touching you."
Arthur flushed slightly, looking a bit guilty. "Well, you are my lover, aren't you?"
Alfred grinned. He always loved hearing Arthur say it. "Yeah," he agreed amiably, dropping his arm from Arthur's shoulders to thread their fingers together. The older man squeezed back. "I guess I just didn't expect all the affection."
Arthur didn't answer, seemingly fixated upon the soft drizzle colliding with the windows, so Alfred sighed in defeat but smiled. "C'mon," he said, swinging their hands, "let's go grab something to eat, yeah?"
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Blue eyes flickered up from a polystyrene cup full of fizzy pop to meet earnest green eyes. "Eh...?" He blinked several times, shocked by the sudden admission.
Arthur flushed slightly but didn't avert his gaze. He leaned across the table to put his hand over Alfred's, rubbing it gently with his thumb. "You make me feel loved," he murmured. "I want to ensure that you feel the same way..."
The American felt his own face heating up slightly. He was bewildered by Arthur's behaviour, yes, but very pleased. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have someone like Arthur. The man, whilst a bit cynical and very pessimistic at times, was a selfless lover with the utmost of care lingering beneath the surface of moody glowers and cryptic remarks. He never forced himself upon Alfred; whenever Arthur topped in bed, it was sensual and romantic, not rough and painful. Whilst Alfred was dominant most of the time, the nights the Englishman was left Alfred breathless. Arthur was always mindful of his lover's needs. He wasn't docile or placid at all, but he wasn't selfish or needy either.
"I feel so... fortunate. I'm amazed that... someone like me..." Arthur trailed off, brows furrowing as he considered his words and then shook his head, pride getting in the way of a very honest admission. He sighed softly and peered up into Alfred's eyes again. "I'm just... very grateful. You're a wanker at the best of times. You can be a right prat when you want to be and you're always insulting my food and consuming disgusting things from fast food restaurants; you dropped me once in the shower even though you promised it would be safe and you wouldn't get us hurt; you were a complete dick when I was sick during the 1900s; you were utterly off your rocker during the Cold War... but I've been a tosser too," he said, pursing his lips. "I've... loved before, but... I've never been in love... until you, Alfred."
For once, Alfred was struck speechless. Arthur wasn't as predictable as he had once thought; he'd anticipated fleeting touches and embarrassed blushes and fierce reprimands and quickies in the closet but not soft, lingering kisses at unexpected moments. And now, along with all of those loving touches, Arthur had said such beautiful words, and... he was being completely honest, flushed cheeks and dazzling eyes and teeth nervously digging into his lip...
Smiling, Alfred leaned over the table, tilting Arthur's face up, and met his lips. He pressed his tongue forwards, lightly tracing over Arthur's teeth, before dancing with his own, soft groans and mewls emitting from both their throats. The Englishman bit softly on his lip as he drew back, pulling him back into the kiss, tongue flickering out to lick as his lower lip before sliding past them again to kiss him deeply.
Eventually, they pulled away, falling back into their seats and gasping for breath, both wearing dazed smiles as their hands remained intertwined in the middle of the table.
"I fall more and more in love with you every day, Artie," Alfred murmured, lifting their joined hands to press a kiss against Arthur's.
The Englishman's smile widened.
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Fin.
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You're great anon <3
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Thank you very much!
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Anon, anon, anon. This fill is absolutely adorable!! I love the little things and EEEE. Thank you for hitting so many of my fluff kinks, I love you. The little bits of them and historical adds were wonderful as well <3
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How long it takes him to trust someone and let his guard down probably depends on how long he's withdrawn from others, whether it's from abuse and neglect or from fear of being tricked, exposed, or hurt emotionally. I get the feeling that Arthur and Alfred have been together quite awhile in this story, because Arthur has opened up amazingly and Alfred has had the chance to notice the differences in his behavior over time and wonder. (And I am so amused by Japan's take on their relationship. XD) It's nice to see Alfred actually figuring Arthur out a little; I'm sure they've had plenty of communication difficulties, but it's nice to see them resolved a little more than the standard new relationship clueless!Alfred/tsundere!Arthur I'm used to seeing. That's fun to read too, but ... people change. Although I suspect France's hands will always wander... OTL
Ah, and I loved how Arthur was finally indulging himself in giving and receiving affection and touch WITHOUT seeming needy; I'm sure he might have been more needy at first, but I like that that changed and that he's seems secure in his relationship and himself. <3 I'd kind of like to see more healthy but not idyllic relationships on this meme. I encounter that far too often. :'D
Pfft, I thought the title was cheesy until I read the fic, but you know what? It really fit the theme nicely, especially with the constrast of Arthur's many past partners and his one love. That's definitely adorable instead of cheesy. ;D
*... sends English A!A violently American hugs for a rainy day*
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I do enjoy dark fics every so often. I've written a couple myself, although not on the kink meme... but I'm a complete sucker for happy endings. *sighs!* I feel like such a sappy idiot... I don't know who to blame. u//ú;
I think Arthur would always maintain some tsundere behaviour, but it would tone down upon feeling more secure with Alfred... Until he insults his cooking. But hey, no couple is perfect!
Mmm... In my headcanon, I imagine that they got together following WWII. WWI was when Arthur would have begun to realise that Alfred wasn't a hopeless little boy any longer, the Great Depression would probably give him incentive to feel that way but since America acted quite professional about it he might've been quite begrudgingly proud, and WWII... well, I'm sure you know enough about it to understand why. Churchill commenting on their Special Relationship and all that... I shan't ramble, however. =u=; But yes, I imagine that they got together during the 1940s and were turmultuous and hesitant with their relationship for a good several years, testing their boundaries. During the modern day, however, I think they'd find it easier to show affection, even if they'd sometimes feel anxious due to all of the homophobia, but we're doing things about it now. :) The Day of Silence was yesterday, after all, for one thing...
I really don't believe that Alfred is a clueless idiot. I loathe when he's portrayed that way in serious stories. He's obviously intelligent enough to compete with Japan on the technology front, he's got strong forces and political standings... He's not stupid and, whilst a bit dense, isn't entirely clueless. *takes things too seriously!*
I doubt Arthur would ever allow himself to appear needy, no matter what... =u=; Yes, I'm a bit tired of their relationship being portrayed as chidish... *huffs!*
D-don't say it's cheesy! I didn't even expect people to understand the title, so I was hoping nobody would comment on it. Leave me alone! ;//3//;
... Th-thank you. =///n///= B-but I don't want any hugs!
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Wow, I definitely needed something cute and sweet like this after a cold and rainy day...Goodness the way you write these two is darling. *__*
Lovely little fill!
I hope you will take time to write more for the meme, because this was lovely!!
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Now I just need to get my arse in gear and write a fill too. XD
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Yes, you must write a fill! I really do like your writing... ¬//n//¬;
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Hello Author!Anon~ I know who you are and askdldjxjdhejehj THIS WAS SHOOOO CUUUUTE. ;W; I always loves your writing. *snuggles*
Now I just need to get my arse in gear and write a fill too. XD
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