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So, first post to this comm and I bring a fic. To understand it you're gonna have to read this fic community.livejournal.com/starrose_fanfic/15120.html by Starrose17.
Title: Arthur's Side
Genre: Humor maybe a little bit of angst
Pairing(s):US/UK (duh)
Rating/Warnings:PG-13 for mentions of sex and partial nudity
Summary: Arthur's thoughts on that week.
Arthur rearranged himself on the sofa for what seemed like the hundredth time that evening, bringing a hand up to fiddle with the tie on his collar. It was straight, just like it had been every time before that. Stupid hamburger eating twat better appreciate this. He stared at the insides of his eyelids, straining his ears for the familiar stomping down the stairs. Arthur brought his lower back up off the cushions to ease the pinpoint of pressure that the tie on the apron was becoming, and arranged himself again, limbs haphazardly splayed in a way he hoped was becoming.
He fought the urge to swing one of his legs back and forth where it hung off the sofa.
Alfred had been acting so...strange lately. One night, he kissed him goodnight and both of them went to bed. The next, nothing, yet again. No annoying cuddling, definitely no sex, and he had slept with his back to Arthur.
His nose itched, so he quickly scratched it.
When Arthur had tried to show that a morning kiss was welcome to become something more, nothing happened.
He yawned.
His not-worried inquiry into the situation was greeted with a simple “I'm awesome! Why d'ya ask?” and a bright smile. Like nothing was wrong.
Wait...is something wrong?
Arthur had no time to think any harder on that possibility, as he quickly went limp as a rag doll when he heard the beginnings of Alfred's ridiculously loud trip down the stairs.
As the lock gave he mentally braced himself for the force of nature that he knew an aroused Alfred could be.
Don't smile, don't smile! You're asleep and he's helpless to resist!
He steadied his breathing, heard Alfred reach the bottom of the stairs-
This is going to be great!
-only to hear the ruckus of Alfred going back UP the stairs.
Arthur's brow furrowed in confusion, and he cracked an eye open to scope the room. No Alfred.
He must be going to get the lubricant. He thought. Ah, I taught the boy well.
He let his head fall back into the position that it had been in before and waited.
A while.
What is he, lost?
Arthur sat up on the couch and looked up the stairs. Nothing. There weren't any noises coming from the floor above either. He stood up and rubbed his face, hoping that made him look sleepy, and quietly climbed the stairs. The light was off in their room, but the door was slightly ajar. He opened it slowly, happy that the hinges didn't squeak.
What the-?!
Alfred lay on their bed. Sleeping. While he was mostly naked downstairs.
Arthur was shocked. Walked into the room, changed into a pair of pajama's in the dark, and stiffly got into bed, staying far onto his own side.
--
Arthur had been ridiculously angry the next morning when Alfred tried to kiss him. He ignored him then, through breakfast, for the rest of the day, and most of the way through the next. Though, his anger had waned into something he was dread to call self-doubt. He spoke when spoken too during the meeting, but other than that, remained in his own thoughts.
He got up to leave when everyone else did, and made it out the door first, needing a few minutes to get ready to talk to Alfred.
After he had gathered his thoughts, he went off in search of the American.
He found him, where else, but in front of a coffee machine.
“Alfred, can I talk to you?”
“Oh, hey.”
Alfred smiled.
Arthur was worried.
I don't really like it, but Starrose17 does, so that's all that matters!
Title: Arthur's Side
Genre: Humor maybe a little bit of angst
Pairing(s):US/UK (duh)
Rating/Warnings:PG-13 for mentions of sex and partial nudity
Summary: Arthur's thoughts on that week.
Arthur rearranged himself on the sofa for what seemed like the hundredth time that evening, bringing a hand up to fiddle with the tie on his collar. It was straight, just like it had been every time before that. Stupid hamburger eating twat better appreciate this. He stared at the insides of his eyelids, straining his ears for the familiar stomping down the stairs. Arthur brought his lower back up off the cushions to ease the pinpoint of pressure that the tie on the apron was becoming, and arranged himself again, limbs haphazardly splayed in a way he hoped was becoming.
He fought the urge to swing one of his legs back and forth where it hung off the sofa.
Alfred had been acting so...strange lately. One night, he kissed him goodnight and both of them went to bed. The next, nothing, yet again. No annoying cuddling, definitely no sex, and he had slept with his back to Arthur.
His nose itched, so he quickly scratched it.
When Arthur had tried to show that a morning kiss was welcome to become something more, nothing happened.
He yawned.
His not-worried inquiry into the situation was greeted with a simple “I'm awesome! Why d'ya ask?” and a bright smile. Like nothing was wrong.
Wait...is something wrong?
Arthur had no time to think any harder on that possibility, as he quickly went limp as a rag doll when he heard the beginnings of Alfred's ridiculously loud trip down the stairs.
As the lock gave he mentally braced himself for the force of nature that he knew an aroused Alfred could be.
Don't smile, don't smile! You're asleep and he's helpless to resist!
He steadied his breathing, heard Alfred reach the bottom of the stairs-
This is going to be great!
-only to hear the ruckus of Alfred going back UP the stairs.
Arthur's brow furrowed in confusion, and he cracked an eye open to scope the room. No Alfred.
He must be going to get the lubricant. He thought. Ah, I taught the boy well.
He let his head fall back into the position that it had been in before and waited.
A while.
What is he, lost?
Arthur sat up on the couch and looked up the stairs. Nothing. There weren't any noises coming from the floor above either. He stood up and rubbed his face, hoping that made him look sleepy, and quietly climbed the stairs. The light was off in their room, but the door was slightly ajar. He opened it slowly, happy that the hinges didn't squeak.
What the-?!
Alfred lay on their bed. Sleeping. While he was mostly naked downstairs.
Arthur was shocked. Walked into the room, changed into a pair of pajama's in the dark, and stiffly got into bed, staying far onto his own side.
--
Arthur had been ridiculously angry the next morning when Alfred tried to kiss him. He ignored him then, through breakfast, for the rest of the day, and most of the way through the next. Though, his anger had waned into something he was dread to call self-doubt. He spoke when spoken too during the meeting, but other than that, remained in his own thoughts.
He got up to leave when everyone else did, and made it out the door first, needing a few minutes to get ready to talk to Alfred.
After he had gathered his thoughts, he went off in search of the American.
He found him, where else, but in front of a coffee machine.
“Alfred, can I talk to you?”
“Oh, hey.”
Alfred smiled.
Arthur was worried.
I don't really like it, but Starrose17 does, so that's all that matters!