Number One Princess in the World [3/?]
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January 11 2009, 18:13:14 UTC
Blushing despite himself, regretting it immediately afterwards, he yelled " Nothing is up! I called you by mistake!" In a quieter voice he continued, "I meant to call that French bastard, but I pressed the wrong button. You shouldn't have come over."
Alfred looked surprised and taken aback for one whole second before that grin was back on his face. "Okay." he said simply, shrugging nonchalantly. "Accidents happen. I'm here now anyway so looks like you're stuck with a guest for a while." He added as he brought his feet up onto the arm of the couch, lying back compliantly,lacing his fingers behind his head.
Arthur let out a 'hmmph' that could have been taken for anything, not moving from his position. Normally he would offer a guest tea, scones, or whatever other food was available at the time. He prided himself on being a good host. But in this case he was willing to make an exception and do everything in his power to make sure Alfred got absolutely nothing to eat while on his little visit.
I would rather call that moronic clown he worships so much over speaking to France. Arthur thought vehemently, letting the silence continue. He would not be the first to speak, he would let Alfred figure it out for himself that he was not welcome here and then he would leave and Arthur could...He could go back to reading by himself and quite thoroughly being alone... and miserable.
He felt a presence suddenly looming over him and sure enough, there was Alfred's feet, very close to his own. His eyes darted up quickly, frowning up into two bright blue orbs. Still he said nothing.
"Acting like that, I know you're just pretending to be tough."
What? A look passed through Alfred's eyes, like he had finally figured out something. The air of satisfaction around him was suddenly almost unbearable. Just - "What?" Arthur asked finally. Once, twice, three times.
"Well. If you say it that much, I'll poke you once, twice, three times, Okay?" Alfred replied mischievously, stooping down slightly, until they were both at eye level with the other.
"Get away from me!" He yelled again, trying to push America away. He always seemed to be shouting at him, even if there was usually a perfectly good reason for it. It was a wonder really that he even put up with England to begin with. Not many others did. Why did he just take the abuse? Practically everyone else avoided him when they could. Some didn't, but it seemed to be more out of politeness or pity than actually enjoying his company.
Alfred, on the other hand, rarely left him alone.
"No." Came the simple reply as said Nation lowered his hands from his ears, which he had previously been cupping protectively. And there came that smile. That unavoidable, stunning smile. It was warm and filled with...something. Arthur didn't know,or for that matter, wanted to know, what it was. But he was frozen, unable to move or yell; utterly fixated on the other.
Alfred grabbed at his right hand, entwining their fingers together quickly and gave it a tight squeeze. If Arthur had been blushing before, now his face was an explosion of colour. He was certain an assortment of foods could have been fried, if they were even brought into close proximity of him.
Alfred looked surprised and taken aback for one whole second before that grin was back on his face. "Okay." he said simply, shrugging nonchalantly. "Accidents happen. I'm here now anyway so looks like you're stuck with a guest for a while." He added as he brought his feet up onto the arm of the couch, lying back compliantly,lacing his fingers behind his head.
Arthur let out a 'hmmph' that could have been taken for anything, not moving from his position. Normally he would offer a guest tea, scones, or whatever other food was available at the time. He prided himself on being a good host. But in this case he was willing to make an exception and do everything in his power to make sure Alfred got absolutely nothing to eat while on his little visit.
I would rather call that moronic clown he worships so much over speaking to France. Arthur thought vehemently, letting the silence continue. He would not be the first to speak, he would let Alfred figure it out for himself that he was not welcome here and then he would leave and Arthur could...He could go back to reading by himself and quite thoroughly being alone... and miserable.
He felt a presence suddenly looming over him and sure enough, there was Alfred's feet, very close to his own. His eyes darted up quickly, frowning up into two bright blue orbs. Still he said nothing.
"Acting like that, I know you're just pretending to be tough."
What? A look passed through Alfred's eyes, like he had finally figured out something. The air of satisfaction around him was suddenly almost unbearable. Just - "What?" Arthur asked finally. Once, twice, three times.
"Well. If you say it that much, I'll poke you once, twice, three times, Okay?" Alfred replied mischievously, stooping down slightly, until they were both at eye level with the other.
"Get away from me!" He yelled again, trying to push America away. He always seemed to be shouting at him, even if there was usually a perfectly good reason for it. It was a wonder really that he even put up with England to begin with. Not many others did. Why did he just take the abuse? Practically everyone else avoided him when they could. Some didn't, but it seemed to be more out of politeness or pity than actually enjoying his company.
Alfred, on the other hand, rarely left him alone.
"No." Came the simple reply as said Nation lowered his hands from his ears, which he had previously been cupping protectively. And there came that smile. That unavoidable, stunning smile. It was warm and filled with...something. Arthur didn't know,or for that matter, wanted to know, what it was. But he was frozen, unable to move or yell; utterly fixated on the other.
Alfred grabbed at his right hand, entwining their fingers together quickly and gave it a tight squeeze.
If Arthur had been blushing before, now his face was an explosion of colour. He was certain an assortment of foods could have been fried, if they were even brought into close proximity of him.
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