[Secret Santa] Operation L'Amour-(5/5)
A Secret Santa Fic for satirical_dream. Hope you like it!
Alfred and Arthur are both quite in love with one another, but they're stuck dancing around each other and can't seem to get together. Arthur makes a deal with Francis in an attempt to get help with the problem, but when Alfred sees them together, he becomes jealous.
This chapter: The End
The original prompt was: America and England have been dancing around each other for a while, both can't seem to ask each other out. England then starts to spend too much time hanging out with France (when in reality, he's trying to get help from him) and America gets jealous.
*Not required, but I would love it if they somehow include Prussia/Canada <3
Chapter 5
“I am not doing this,” Francis announced, his curls bouncing as he shook his head. “This was not part of my plan.”
The two nations had arrived together very early to the international meeting room. Unlike their previous meetings in the conference room, however, Arthur was the one marching back and forth while Francis sat pouting in a cold plastic chair.
“This most certainly is a part of your plan. We studied him, which revealed two things. One, he has fallen for someone else and we haven’t much time. And two, he can only be broken out of his slump if someone else is in need. It’s time to act. It’s step number four “wooing the target”, and in this case wooing means giving him a chance to play the hero.”
“Wooing is an art,” Francis argued back. “It involves conversation and good wine, not you trying to get yourself killed in the most spectacular way you can! You don’t even have anything planned. Assuming that something dangerous will occur on our little field trip to Wall Street is not a plan. It is fooli-”
“Belt up you great Frog! I hear footsteps!”
OoOoO
Alfred knew he was pouting. His chin was perched on the end of the table and his arms were sprawled out in front of him. He didn’t want to do anything, and he felt that Ludwig should stop glaring at him because it was impressive enough that he had shown up in the first place. He was so out of it, in fact, that he didn’t even want to draw pictures of Francis dying in horrible ways or Arthur looking up at him as though he were a hero.
When Yao announced that they would all be going up to Wall Street, Alfred let out a sigh so heavy that it actually distracted Matthew from gazing across the room at Gilbert.
“Cheer up Al, a walk will do you good,” Matt said helping him out of his seat.
“I walk around here all the time. It’s just the same old thing,” Alfred told his brother as he dug his hands deep into his pockets. The international assembly exited the room, and made its way down to the street all together. Alfred scanned his eyes across the crowd, trying to find Arthur.
When he saw him he was actually startled, their eyes made contact and they both froze for a moment. Arthur hastily looked away and continued his energetic conversation with Francis. It was at this point that Alfred began to seriously consider sneaking his way out of the group and simply disappearing.
It would be really bad form; he knew that. After all they were in his country, going to his economic epicenter, but he seriously couldn’t stand watching Arthur and Francis much longer. As the group made its way down into the closest subway station, looking considerably less strange than they would in any other city in the world, Alfred stayed on the stairs. He dwelled there indecisively, knowing he shouldn’t go back, but having no desire to continue either.
OoOoO
Arthur hadn’t had a chance to think of anything yet. Francis was being entirely too distracting, spending the entire walk muttering in his ear about how he was being stupid.
The problem, as Arthur saw it, was that as crowded as the New York City streets were, the traffic wasn’t very fast. He had considered walking out in front of a bus, but figured this simply wasn’t dangerous enough. He’d probably just bruise his face or something and then he’d just be even less appealing.
The group bought tickets, made their way through the turnstiles and approached the subway track. Arthur’s eyes widened.
“No,” Francis hissed. “I know what you are thinking and don’t you dare.”
“I won’t die,” Arthur responded, his eyes glued to the tracks with great intensity.
“No, you’ll just be smashed to a bloody pulp, broken and bruised and only alive because of what you are. You won’t be able to move for weeks or months or longer, and you’ll miss your chance to just tell him how you feel.”
“That won’t be a problem, because I’m sure he’ll rescue me. Now, hurry up and push me.”
“No. I refuse to have anything to do with this.”
“Hurry up and do it Frog. Another one will come by soon, we haven’t much time.”
“You’re going to regret this.”
Arthur spun on his heel, facing the Frenchman furiously. Yet as he did so he found that his footing failed. He began to fall back down onto the tracks, as he did so he realized with terror that Alfred was still behind the turnstiles far from him. When he landed he panicked even further. He felt his ankle snap and he could feel the ground shaking beneath him.
“Merde! Arthur, get back up here!” Francis shouted.
“I can’t,” Arthur croaked, “I can’t stand up.”
At this point they had attracted attention. The other nations were all staring down at him, as were a number of regular civilians. They all looked frightened and indecisive, as though unsure if going down to get him would help, or simply get two people killed.
Arthur could not believe how stupid he was. What had made him think this was a good idea? It was stupid, it was reckless, and he was going to get unbelievably hurt. The rumbling of the subway track grew stronger and he could now hear its horn.
That was when he saw Alfred push through the crowd and arrive on the edge of platform. Alfred looked down at him and their eyes met. The boy looked even more terrified than he felt. But fear had never frozen Alfred, it had always forced him into action, and it did so now. He leapt down onto the track, swept Arthur into his arms, placed him safely back onto the platform, and pulled himself out of harms way just in time for the Subway train to go rumbling by behind him.
Panting he laid down besides Arthur, supporting himself with his elbows so that his head remained elevated.
“You alright, Old Man?” He asked glancing down at Arthur. The older nation said nothing, he struggled into a sitting position before leaning down and kissing Alfred gently on the lips.
“I am the luckiest idiot in the world,” he said smiling. At that moment, however, he felt acutely aware of the pain in his ankle. He saw spots and then everything went dark.
OoOoO
Arthur awoke blearily and found himself laid out in a bed. It was not his room at the hotel, in fact he wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen this room before. Slowly he became aware of the movie posters adorning the walls. Old spy movies, sc-fis and westerns everywhere. There was only one person that he could think of who would own this room.
“He’s in the living room. He fell asleep on the couch after trying to punch me again,” Francis was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed, looking as though he’d rather not touch anything.
“What?” Arthur said stupidly; he still wasn’t feeling his finest.
“He thought we were an item, did you know that? He thought that we were dating and he was mad at me for not trying to save you. I told him that he was being stupid, and that I found the idea of touching you revolting. It seemed to cheer him up.”
“Oh,” Arthur said. His mind was racing.
“You are both incredibly stupid and deserve one another. I’m leaving. I’ll wake him up on the way out.” Francis stood up and began to pick his way across the room, avoiding clothes that were strewn across the floor.
“Francis,” Arthur called out, and the Frenchman stopped and turned. “Thank you,” Arthur said softly, avoiding his eyes.
“It is nothing. It’s what I do,” Francis said, and he left.
OoOoO
Alfred entered the room a few minutes later, and Arthur couldn’t help but smile when he saw him.
“Hey,” said Alfred, “Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m fine, Al, and thank you. You really helped back there.”
“Saved your butt is more like it. Francis said you jumped down on purpose,” Alfred said nervously. He sat down on the bed beside Arthur, but didn’t look him in the eye.
“No! Well… I was thinking about it, but I really did fall,” Arthur told him. There was silence as they both became very interested in the bedspread.
“You should’ve just told me that you liked me instead of sneaking around and getting yourself hurt!” Alfred said suddenly, looking at Arthur rather fiercly.
“You should’ve just told me that you were jealous instead of moping about and getting yourself in a fit!” Arthur snapped back. Their eyes met and suddenly they looked away again, uncomfortable.
“So…” Alfred began again after a minute or so had passed, “Does this mean you like me?”
“I suppose, if this means that you like me.”
Alfred suddenly broke into a grin, “Oh Arthur I love you more than anything!”, and he pulled the smaller nation into a crushing hug and kissed him rather passionately.
When he let go, Arthur smiled at him stupidly, leaned forward and kissed him again. Francis would have been proud.
OoOoO
Prince Arthur had been in grave danger, but he was free now. Free to walk in the sun, and run through the grass, and laugh as he pleased.
Alfred the brave Knight had saved him, with a little help from the wizard who maybe wasn’t so bad as he had seemed at first. Sir Alfred watched Arthur as he laughed, his face lit up in a way that he’d never seen before. Then Sir Alfred pulled the prince onto his horse, kissed him passionately and together they rode off into the sunset to fight aliens, gangsters and whatever else came their way.
Alfred and Arthur are both quite in love with one another, but they're stuck dancing around each other and can't seem to get together. Arthur makes a deal with Francis in an attempt to get help with the problem, but when Alfred sees them together, he becomes jealous.
This chapter: The End
The original prompt was: America and England have been dancing around each other for a while, both can't seem to ask each other out. England then starts to spend too much time hanging out with France (when in reality, he's trying to get help from him) and America gets jealous.
*Not required, but I would love it if they somehow include Prussia/Canada <3
Chapter 5
“I am not doing this,” Francis announced, his curls bouncing as he shook his head. “This was not part of my plan.”
The two nations had arrived together very early to the international meeting room. Unlike their previous meetings in the conference room, however, Arthur was the one marching back and forth while Francis sat pouting in a cold plastic chair.
“This most certainly is a part of your plan. We studied him, which revealed two things. One, he has fallen for someone else and we haven’t much time. And two, he can only be broken out of his slump if someone else is in need. It’s time to act. It’s step number four “wooing the target”, and in this case wooing means giving him a chance to play the hero.”
“Wooing is an art,” Francis argued back. “It involves conversation and good wine, not you trying to get yourself killed in the most spectacular way you can! You don’t even have anything planned. Assuming that something dangerous will occur on our little field trip to Wall Street is not a plan. It is fooli-”
“Belt up you great Frog! I hear footsteps!”
OoOoO
Alfred knew he was pouting. His chin was perched on the end of the table and his arms were sprawled out in front of him. He didn’t want to do anything, and he felt that Ludwig should stop glaring at him because it was impressive enough that he had shown up in the first place. He was so out of it, in fact, that he didn’t even want to draw pictures of Francis dying in horrible ways or Arthur looking up at him as though he were a hero.
When Yao announced that they would all be going up to Wall Street, Alfred let out a sigh so heavy that it actually distracted Matthew from gazing across the room at Gilbert.
“Cheer up Al, a walk will do you good,” Matt said helping him out of his seat.
“I walk around here all the time. It’s just the same old thing,” Alfred told his brother as he dug his hands deep into his pockets. The international assembly exited the room, and made its way down to the street all together. Alfred scanned his eyes across the crowd, trying to find Arthur.
When he saw him he was actually startled, their eyes made contact and they both froze for a moment. Arthur hastily looked away and continued his energetic conversation with Francis. It was at this point that Alfred began to seriously consider sneaking his way out of the group and simply disappearing.
It would be really bad form; he knew that. After all they were in his country, going to his economic epicenter, but he seriously couldn’t stand watching Arthur and Francis much longer. As the group made its way down into the closest subway station, looking considerably less strange than they would in any other city in the world, Alfred stayed on the stairs. He dwelled there indecisively, knowing he shouldn’t go back, but having no desire to continue either.
OoOoO
Arthur hadn’t had a chance to think of anything yet. Francis was being entirely too distracting, spending the entire walk muttering in his ear about how he was being stupid.
The problem, as Arthur saw it, was that as crowded as the New York City streets were, the traffic wasn’t very fast. He had considered walking out in front of a bus, but figured this simply wasn’t dangerous enough. He’d probably just bruise his face or something and then he’d just be even less appealing.
The group bought tickets, made their way through the turnstiles and approached the subway track. Arthur’s eyes widened.
“No,” Francis hissed. “I know what you are thinking and don’t you dare.”
“I won’t die,” Arthur responded, his eyes glued to the tracks with great intensity.
“No, you’ll just be smashed to a bloody pulp, broken and bruised and only alive because of what you are. You won’t be able to move for weeks or months or longer, and you’ll miss your chance to just tell him how you feel.”
“That won’t be a problem, because I’m sure he’ll rescue me. Now, hurry up and push me.”
“No. I refuse to have anything to do with this.”
“Hurry up and do it Frog. Another one will come by soon, we haven’t much time.”
“You’re going to regret this.”
Arthur spun on his heel, facing the Frenchman furiously. Yet as he did so he found that his footing failed. He began to fall back down onto the tracks, as he did so he realized with terror that Alfred was still behind the turnstiles far from him. When he landed he panicked even further. He felt his ankle snap and he could feel the ground shaking beneath him.
“Merde! Arthur, get back up here!” Francis shouted.
“I can’t,” Arthur croaked, “I can’t stand up.”
At this point they had attracted attention. The other nations were all staring down at him, as were a number of regular civilians. They all looked frightened and indecisive, as though unsure if going down to get him would help, or simply get two people killed.
Arthur could not believe how stupid he was. What had made him think this was a good idea? It was stupid, it was reckless, and he was going to get unbelievably hurt. The rumbling of the subway track grew stronger and he could now hear its horn.
That was when he saw Alfred push through the crowd and arrive on the edge of platform. Alfred looked down at him and their eyes met. The boy looked even more terrified than he felt. But fear had never frozen Alfred, it had always forced him into action, and it did so now. He leapt down onto the track, swept Arthur into his arms, placed him safely back onto the platform, and pulled himself out of harms way just in time for the Subway train to go rumbling by behind him.
Panting he laid down besides Arthur, supporting himself with his elbows so that his head remained elevated.
“You alright, Old Man?” He asked glancing down at Arthur. The older nation said nothing, he struggled into a sitting position before leaning down and kissing Alfred gently on the lips.
“I am the luckiest idiot in the world,” he said smiling. At that moment, however, he felt acutely aware of the pain in his ankle. He saw spots and then everything went dark.
OoOoO
Arthur awoke blearily and found himself laid out in a bed. It was not his room at the hotel, in fact he wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen this room before. Slowly he became aware of the movie posters adorning the walls. Old spy movies, sc-fis and westerns everywhere. There was only one person that he could think of who would own this room.
“He’s in the living room. He fell asleep on the couch after trying to punch me again,” Francis was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed, looking as though he’d rather not touch anything.
“What?” Arthur said stupidly; he still wasn’t feeling his finest.
“He thought we were an item, did you know that? He thought that we were dating and he was mad at me for not trying to save you. I told him that he was being stupid, and that I found the idea of touching you revolting. It seemed to cheer him up.”
“Oh,” Arthur said. His mind was racing.
“You are both incredibly stupid and deserve one another. I’m leaving. I’ll wake him up on the way out.” Francis stood up and began to pick his way across the room, avoiding clothes that were strewn across the floor.
“Francis,” Arthur called out, and the Frenchman stopped and turned. “Thank you,” Arthur said softly, avoiding his eyes.
“It is nothing. It’s what I do,” Francis said, and he left.
OoOoO
Alfred entered the room a few minutes later, and Arthur couldn’t help but smile when he saw him.
“Hey,” said Alfred, “Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m fine, Al, and thank you. You really helped back there.”
“Saved your butt is more like it. Francis said you jumped down on purpose,” Alfred said nervously. He sat down on the bed beside Arthur, but didn’t look him in the eye.
“No! Well… I was thinking about it, but I really did fall,” Arthur told him. There was silence as they both became very interested in the bedspread.
“You should’ve just told me that you liked me instead of sneaking around and getting yourself hurt!” Alfred said suddenly, looking at Arthur rather fiercly.
“You should’ve just told me that you were jealous instead of moping about and getting yourself in a fit!” Arthur snapped back. Their eyes met and suddenly they looked away again, uncomfortable.
“So…” Alfred began again after a minute or so had passed, “Does this mean you like me?”
“I suppose, if this means that you like me.”
Alfred suddenly broke into a grin, “Oh Arthur I love you more than anything!”, and he pulled the smaller nation into a crushing hug and kissed him rather passionately.
When he let go, Arthur smiled at him stupidly, leaned forward and kissed him again. Francis would have been proud.
OoOoO
Prince Arthur had been in grave danger, but he was free now. Free to walk in the sun, and run through the grass, and laugh as he pleased.
Alfred the brave Knight had saved him, with a little help from the wizard who maybe wasn’t so bad as he had seemed at first. Sir Alfred watched Arthur as he laughed, his face lit up in a way that he’d never seen before. Then Sir Alfred pulled the prince onto his horse, kissed him passionately and together they rode off into the sunset to fight aliens, gangsters and whatever else came their way.