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He raced around until he got to the front door, putting his jacket on.
“Thank god I remembered! I would have KILLED myself if I missed this week’s episode of The Hills! I have to see if Whitney is going to get that promotion or not!!!”
As he started to put his jacket on, another thought came up.
Well… he was having his T.V. record the episode either way…. And Arthur seemed to be pretty upset over the bad catering. He might as well look for the guy and make sure he was all right. God he got so upset over that catering! Alfred had half the mind to kick the shit out of the people who gave Arthur such horrible, disgusting, awful, terrible, unappetizing, horrendous….. not-even food!
Alfred wandered the house for a bit, finally finding where Arthur was…. In the library. Leave it to a brit to go angst in a library. He walked into the room, hearing Arthur doing… something in one of the corners. He walked around until he found Arthur, curled up in a ball and sitting in the corner of one of the displayed of books. He was shaking pretty badly…. Was the catering company really that bad?
Alfred walked over to Arthur, kneeling down next to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. He was sobbing…. Sobs echoing through the room as Alfred tried to calm him down.
“Woah, man. Calm down…. Its okay, I’m sure you can get a refund from the catering company! I can give you one of my lawyers so you can even sue their asses…” he said, with a gentle smile. “run em out of business for giving you such crappy food!”
It didn’t help. Arthur was just sobbing even more.
“I….. I d-didn’t get it from a… From a catering company.” Arthur sobbed out, trying to push Alfred’s hand off and shrink away from him, as if trying to morph through the wall of books to get away. “I made that grotty mess of food myself you git!” he said after, snapping that one offensively more than sobbing it.
Alfred sat in shock for a few moments, the wheels in his head slowly turning…. Very very slowly. So if Arthur made the food…. That explained why it was so bad. And it was bad so Alfred didn’t like it. So why was Arthur upset? There was no catering company… meaning it came from Arthur. And Alfred didn’t like it. Alfred didn’t like the food when it was from the catering company so he insul-…. Ted….. it…….
“HOLY SHIT. YOU MADE IT?!”
Alfred was a bit slow on the uptake. VERY slow.
“Yes. I bloody made it.” Arthur said, turning away from Alfred even more. “So go on! Insult my cooking even more than you have already!” he whimpered, leaning against the display of books now.
Alfred was not going to let this case slide without winning though. America was not some bully that came into another nation’s house, insulted him, and walked away without gaining that trust back! OH HELLS TO THE NO!
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“Arthur. Arthur, look at me.” He said, sternly. Arthur did… and he looked terrible. He was still crying, eyebrows knit together in determination to stop the tears from flowing and to stop his lips from quivering. “Arthur, exactly how long did you work on that meal?”
Arthur mumbled something, forcing his gaze away for a moment as he tried to turn away. Alfred just shook him a bit, demonstrating his hulk-like grip on him. Arthur repeated himself. “Two. Days.” Arthur hissed out. Alfred’s jaw dropped. This was an even bigger shock than when Flavor Flav didn’t choose New York in season two of Flavor of Love!
“Woah waitaminute…. You worked on that for TWO STRAIGHT DAYS?!”
“A little dozy, aren’t you…”
Truth. Arthur hadn’t slept a wink… trying to actually cook something right for once. He had gone through enough food to feed a third world country in the process… and ended up with the crap he served Alfred. Arthur nodded at Alfred, letting another tear roll down his face.
Alfred was floored. And after a few moments….. guilt crept in. More guilt than he had ever felt before in his life. Damn…. No one had ever worked on anything for more than 5 minutes for him. And as if that wasn’t enough… Arthur put one of his hands up to wipe away one of his cheeks, and Alfred got a look at his hands. He grabbed Arthur by both of the wrists, pulling them out… they looked like someone put them in a blender on ‘frappe’. Bruised and cut everywhere, burnt in some places and just worn down.
That was the final straw on Alfred’s conscious. He pulled Arthur into a tight hug now, wrapping his arms tightly around him. “Holy fuck Arthur…. “ he said, gulping and then saying something he hadn’t cared to say in a long time seriously…. “I’m sorry.”
Arthur stayed limp in his arms, not returning the hug. “….. No you’re not. You said my food was manky…”
“No I said your food was disturbing and disgusting. I would never call you food some kind of pokemon…” That would be a compliment. Alfred shoved that comment aside as well, trying to continue his apology. “I am sorry though. I thought that you hired a crappy caterer…. I wasn’t insulting YOU.” He tried to explain.
Arthur refused to respond for a moment…. Before he started to shake a bit again, wrapping his arms reluctantly around Alfred… and then sobbed again. “I hate you…. You damn wally.”
“And you’re an otis, but I still love you.”
Arthur pulled away now, just enough to look Alfred in the eye as he displayed a ‘what the fuck’ look on his face.
“…. Oh common! You can make up insults but I can’t?” Alfred whined, frowning. When he saw Arthur roll his eyes… the slightest hint of a smile on his face, Alfred leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
“Now Comon. Lets go get some hamburgers!”
Arthur felt like punching Alfred, but sighed instead and just frowned. “Let’s… just go out and get ice-cream.”
That was something they could both agree on.
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This is adorable.
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*wipes eyes* Whew...cute story!
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