Screw making you guys wait! I’m finishing this up NOW! D:
Title: Always There (2/2)
Series: Hetalia
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Warnings: Language, boy love
Pairings: US x UK
Summary: The confession was said in the rain after a fight. Their first date was spent at the movies. And the first kiss…was amazing.
~*First Date*~
Their first date could have gone better. Actually, it should have gone better. Seriously, Alfred had taken Arthur to the movies as their first date. The movie they were going to see was supposedly romantic and the American was looking forward to some cuddling in the empty theater.
Screw that to hell and back.
The movie was just…ridiculous. They were too busy laughing their asses off to really cuddle or something. Even the damn “serious” scenes were hilarious! Don’t even get Alfred started on those supposed “romantic” scenes. They were disgustingly corny instead of sweet. Both of them were gagging in their seats at those parts (and then they had a “who could gag the funniest” contest. Needless to say, Alfred won).
When the movie was done, they had to hold each other up they were laughing so hard.
“That’s the last time I’m letting you pick a movie, Arthur,” Alfred joked as they got in the Englishman’s car. Arthur was drying the tears off of his cheeks. Damn that movie was funny! Seriously, both of them were crying in laughter instead of whatever the hell they were supposed to cry tears of!
“Fair enough!” Arthur replied before they drove off to the blond Briton’s home.
~*First Kiss*~
Their first kiss was…amazing. Alfred remembered the events leading up to it as clear as day. Really, it wasn’t his idea, but Arthur’s. He didn’t want to rush Arthur into anything and usually let him initiate certain things. The kiss was one of those things. Alfred was willing to wait until Arthur was comfortable with the idea of having a partner.
It was Christmas Eve and the younger nation was busy decorating Arthur’s house. They had decided to spend their Christmas in England that year. At any rate, Alfred was going to grab some scissors, since he had somehow gotten himself tangled in green ribbon. The only part of his body untouched by the thrice-damned ribbon was his legs.
That was how Arthur found him in the kitchen, wrapped in sparkly green ribbon. Alfred was having a hard time finding the scissors and turned around, only to find himself face-to-face with Arthur. The American chuckled nervously, unable to read what emotion the Englishman was feeling.
“Hi. Care to help me get free?” the younger nation asked, a light blush dusting his cheeks. Arthur said nothing. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Alfred’s shoulders and kissed him softly.
The kiss was chaste, tender, and conveyed more passion, more love than any of the other, hotter kisses would ever do. Alfred didn’t hesitate to kiss back, but he kept it chaste. He wanted the moment to last as long as possible.
Neither of them had noticed that mistletoe was hanging overhead.
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