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There, on the bedside table, he makes yet another curious discovery - two pictures of himself and Arthur. But, unlike what he feared the previous day, there’s not a trace of that cheerful boy he used to be and who he has believed to be much more cherished by Arthur than a person the American has become. One is a photograph clipped out of a newspaper, commemorating the union of the Entante and United States against the Axis; while the other... Alfred gapes, then chuckles breathlessly, making Arthur groan and fidget against the taller man’s chest. He strokes the short strands of hair, causing the Brit to fall back into his slumber, breath coming out in tiny snores (Alfred notes to tease him about those after he wakes up).
But honestly, the American muses as he carefully extends one hand to grab hold of the frame and examine the photo closely, they should be more careful during the G8s - with Francis around even the most innocent scene might develop into a worldwide kiss-and-tell sort of affair.
Because, without a shade of doubt, the French is to be blamed for that candid photo - the addition in form of a tiny pink heart pasted above their heads and with ‘l’amour’ scribbled with a familiar flourish is really enough of a give away. But the photo itself really makes Alfred smile - not because of the way both apparently sleeping figures lean against one another, resting between conferences; but for the small detail, the way Arthur’s hand is ever so lightly clasped around his own, calloused one.
The gesture is so endearing that the American simply can’t hold back - he bows his head and kisses Arthur’s eyelids, one at a time.
“Electra complex, they call it”, a hoarse groan reaches his ears.
“Huh?”
“Or Daddy Issues, or however you want”, the Brit stretches in his loose embrace, rubbing at his eyes to chase the sleep away; but when he finally looks up at Alfred, his gaze is still bleary and unfocused, “Being attracted physically to one’s father that is.”
“But England... I’m not a girl!”, the other rolls eyes, “And while we’re at that, you’re not really my father, right?”
Arthur, always nitpicky when it comes to smart words and definitions, answers with a lazy, comfortable smile which has just the edge of dare to make the American swallow hard.
Because, of course, the Brit knows and acknowledges the fact there is a difference between ‘father’ and ‘father-figure’ - about the same as between an ungrateful child and a child of a man he has become fond of in a quite different way.
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Thank you for this sweet piece, anon~<333
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