A weekend in England

Arthur had just finished tiedying up his house. Not that it was really needed, it was Alfred coming over, not someone who's house was neat, clean and tidy. Still Arthur always felt the need to clean up his house when someone decided to stay over. Though people rarely stayed over.

He slightly wondered why even had invited Alfred to stay over. Perhaps he was a bit lonely. E-even though he had his faeries around. Arthur slided down on a chair making himself comfortable and waited for the tea to finish.

Alfred had made his way over to the british man's house as fast as he could, feeling quiet eager to spend some time with the guy. It had been too long really, since he'd came all this way to visit him. After all, it didn't hurt to come to England every once in a while, although it was very rainy. He made his way quickly to Arthur's front door step and knocked loudly a few times, waiting for the man inside to reply.

Arthur snapped out of his thoughts at the knocking on his door. He immediately jumped up. "C-coming!" he said as he made his way through the hallway, to the front door.

He opened the door, to see Alfred standing on his doorstep. He smiled slightly. "Hey Al, come in." he said holding the door open for him.

Alfred instantly smiled brighter the moment the English man opened the door. He watched as he stepped back to let him in. Al chuckled at that action. Such a gentleman Arthur was. After he'd stepped in he turned around, pulling the other into a tight hug. "Great ta see ya again Artie~"

Arthur waited for Alfred to step in. He closed the door behind him and before he knew it he was pulled into a tight hug. He felt like he was being crushed, he'd almost forgotten how strong the younger man was. He coughed "It's good to see you too, Alfred."

Alfred pulled back, wondering briefly if he'd put a little too much strength into that hug before looking about the room they were in now. It was so clean, so tidy! Then again, Arthur had always liked it best when stuff was neat and nice, unlike himself. He didn't mind the mess, it didn't hurt to have some clothes on the floor, or if things got a little dusty.

"Artie, can ya show me where I need to put my bag?" He said as he showed him the duffle bag we had been holding.

Arthur was somewhat happy to be released from the crushing hug and stroked the wrinkels out his shirt.
He looked at the back and then back up to Alfred. "Ah you can put it in the guest room. You know the way, right? Then I'll make us some tea, okay?"

Alfred smiled and nodded, thinking for a moment before remembering the way. "Yeah I know where it is~ and tea would be cool~" He then gave Arthur a little wave before he started to make his way through the others house, getting a little lost before making his way to the guest room finally. When he'd arrived he quickly started to unpack the contents of his back, throwing them in the wardrobe messily. After he'd finished that task he decided that he'd take a nice warm shower before going over to the kitchen to bug his favourite Brit.

The young American weeved through the halls, bursting in to sereval rooms before, at long last, he found the bathroom. He dashed in, not bothering to lock the door behind him and stripped at lighting speed, zipping into the shower straight after, adjusting the water to just the right temprature.

Arthur nodded. "Okay." and he made his way off to the kitchen. With a sigh, he poured water in the kettle and put it to boil. He put down to cups and put some cookies in a bowl he had bought earlier.

When tea was ready, he wondered where Alfred had wandered off to. Maybe he'd gotten lost again, or was just going through his stuff. He sighed and went upstairs, finding the guest room but no Alfred.

He couldn't stand how Alfred had just thrown his clothes out his bag. The urge was too big to resist and he quickly folded Alfred's clothes neatly. He sighed. "I really got to stop doing that." he mumbled to himself and wandered outside the guest room.

"O-oi Al,where'd you go?" he asked raising his voice.

Alfred happily showered away, enjoying the sensation of the water running over his skin. He loved the feeling of nice hot water softly pounding down on him, like a rain storm, only safer and a whole lot warmer. He sighed contently as he took a bar of soap and started to wash himself all over, smiling, amused by the thought that this soap belonged to his host meaning that he'd smell like Arthur, which really was quite a good thing, he thought the Brit smelled rather nice.

After he'd finished lathering himself with the soap he rinsed off before grabbing a bottle of shampoo and squeezing a generous amount into his hand. He then put the bottle back and started to rub the goop though his hair, again smiling amused as he thought again that'd he end up smelling like the other man. He chuckled a bit as he let the water run through his hair, washing out the suds, hoping that Arthur wouldn't mind that he'd been using his stuff already.

He hummed a little tune as he continued to shower, turing the heat up a little so the bathroom got all steamy.

Arthur knocked on the Bathroom door. "O-oi, Alfred, tea's ready." he told him and waited for a reply. His face flushed a bit at the thought of Alfred showering. He quickly pushed away those thoughts and stood there awkwardly.

Alfred didn't hear the knock at the door, nor the call from Arthur that the tea was done. He was too into his little world of humming and daydreaming. As he turned off the shower and toweled off he instantly realised a big mistake he'd made in coming to the bathroom with just the clothes on his back...that he didn't have any fresh ones to change into right now. There was no way he was putting on the old, dirty ones again, that would defeat the purpose of showering in the first place.

So he threw them in a dirty clothes hamper in the corner of the room and finished drying his hair before throwing the towel in there too. He decided that he'd just walk down the hall, back to the guest room and change there, after all, it couldn't hurt to be naked for just a few seconds, could it? He nodded, agreeing with himself as he walked over and opened the bathroom door.

Arthur shuffled with his feet as he waited for a reply that wasn’t coming. He decided to knock on the door another time. Again he didn’t get any reply. He let out a deep sigh and listened as he could hear Alfred humming as the water streamed. Perhaps he was too busy with enjoying himself than to have heard him.

The Englishman shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets. He decided to just go back to kitchen and wait there for the other. Just as he stepped away from the door and began to walk towards the stairs the bathroom door opened. Arthur turned around, “Ah Alfred tea is r-“ a bright blush was rising onto his face seeing Alfred naked. Alfred was bloody naked! He quickly averted his eyes. “P-put some clothes on, git.” He muttered, forcing himself not to look at Alfred.

Alfred blinked a bit as he opened the door to see Arthur standing there right in front of it. Oh...so that knocking and the other speaking, that HADN'T been a part of his daydream. Which made sense, he guessed. Why the hell would he be telling him the tea was ready when they were making out? He made a mental note to listen better next time he was in daydream land.

He looked down, noticing that the other's face had gone bright red. Damn he looked cute like that! So cute in fact, that Alfred couldn't help but smile and chuckle as he brang a hand up to cup the blond's cheek. "Cute Artie, very cute~" He then noticed that the man had said something...about clothes? Ah, right, he was naked! He wondered if maybe he should of wrapped a towel around his waist or something before he'd decided to leave the bathroom. Oh well, it was a little too late for that now, wasn't it?

Arthur blushed even deeper, if that was even possible, as Alfred touched his cheek. “I-I’m not cute.” He stuttered. He really tried to focus on look at anywhere but down , because Alfred’s naked manhood in its full glory was there. It was normal for the Englishman to look down in attempt to hide his blush, but it wouldn’t do much good if he did now.

“J-just at least get some pants on.” He stuttered as he averted his eyes. This whole situation was making him uncomfortable. He made a mental note to never wait in front of the bathroom again when Alfred was showering. Though he didn’t hate it to see the other naked. He felt his cheeks reddening even more.

Awww~ He was going even redder now and he was stuttering too. It was...so damn cute! But then again, Alfred thought a lot of things that Arthur did were cute or awesome or amaz-alright. So he generally just liked everything about the man. Though really, like was too weak a word to describe how he felt. Even love didn't seem strong enough. To put it simply, Arthur meant EVERYTHING to him, he was his entire world, no, his entire universe and beyond! There was no one and nothing that he loved more than the man that stood before him. He loved him so much, that he never wanted to part with him, that he wanted to just spend the rest of his life with him by his side.

He smiled softly down at the other, now carassing his cheek with his thumb softly. "One, you ARE cute~. Two, alright, alright~ I was going to get dressed untill I bumped into you~." He gazed into the others eyes for a moment, before leaning down and laying a gentle kiss on his forhead, unable to stomp the temptation to do so. He then gave the other a little wave as he turned to walk down the hallway, intent on making his way back to his room and getting dressed.

Arthur blushes and looked at Alfred shyly as he felt he caressed his cheek. Arthur could melt easily when Alfred would touch him. He was left speecheless when Alfred kissed his forehead. His cheeks merely reddened. "G-go get dressed then." he muttered.

He gave a small wave back at him and watched him walk off. He caught himself staring at Alfred's ass...a nice ass he had. Arthur mentally slapped himself, he was thinking weird things again. He shook it off and with a flustered face he made his way back to the kitchen.

Alfred made his way back to the room, noticing with amusement that Arthur had folded up all his clothes neatly. That was so like him. He chuckled lightly as he carefully sorted through his clothes, not wanting to spoil the others efforts. He found some boxers (superman one's, which were tottally awesome, btw) and a pair of track pants, after all, he had only been told to put PANTS on, he'd said nothing about a shirt.

When he was techinically half dresses he left the room, making his way straight to the kitchen. Arthur had said the tea was done so he was guessing that the other must of gone back there.

Arthur sat down at the kitchen table and waited for Alfred. His blush had already faded away. He was currently reading the newspaper to kill sometime. He noticed figure entering his kitchen and he put his newspaper down.

Alfred was halfnaked, in his kitchen. A faint hint of blush was on Arthur's face. "Alfred, where is your shirt?" he asked as he tried to hide the fact that it was effecting him.

Alfred had been right. Arthur was sitting in the kitchen, reading the newspaper when he walked in. He then blushed slightly, which Al saw, of course, and then questioned his lack of upper body clothing. He smiled to himself as he heard the, humming quietly as he grabbed his cup of tea and sat down oppersite to him and blew on the beverage, before taking a little sip. "Shirt? But you only told me to put some pants on~ You never said anything about a SHIRT."

He took another sip and sighed contently. Arthur may be a terrible cook but he certainly knew how to make a good cup of tea. "Do you have a problem with me being shirtless?"

Arthur sighed. "You know I meant getting entirely dressed." he told him and took a sip of his own tea. He watched Alfred sit down right in front of him. He didn't really mind the view he had right now.

"Perhaps I do." he answered however. Arthur was a closet pervert but he would never admit that to anyone.

"You did? You gotta be more spesific Artie, after all, I'm a "git" right?" He smiled teasingly as he said so, taking another sip of his tea. It really was good. "And anyway, too bad. 'Cause I'm really comfortable like this..." As he talked he leaned forward, untill he was so close to Arthur that their noses were touching "...and I'm not about to change into one any time soon~"

He kept his face at that close distance, staring Arthur straight in the eye, with a little smile gracing his lips. "Admit it...you like seeing me like this, don't you? Though seeing me naked was probally waaaay better~"

Arthur frowned a bit. "You're not that much of an idiot, you knew I meant that, you did this on purpose." he huffed and took a sip of his tea. He averted his eyes from Alfred's bare chest. He wondered how long he was planning to walk around shirtless but Alfred gave his answer.

He blushed fiercly as Alfred leaned close, too close. They're noses almost touched. Temptation was big to close the distance between them but Arthur didn't move. "P-pervert." he muttered with his face bright red too embarassed to give an honest answer.

He laughed quietly to himself as he gently cupped Arthur's cheeks with his hand as he leant his forhead against the others. "A pervert you say?" He whispered out breathingly. "Only when it comes to you..." With that he close the distance between them and locked their lips in a passionate kiss. He felt his eyes flutter shut the moment it happened and ones of his hands slid up to run it's fingers through blond locks.

God it felt good to kiss Arthur, hell, he'd been wanting to do so since the moment he walked though his front door. The right time just never arose. But then again, was there really a wrong time to kiss someone you loved with all your heart? Alfred didn't think so. He continued to kiss the man with all he had, pouring all his love and adoration for the one before him into the passionate action.

Arthur felt butterflies flutter in his stomach. He loved this idiot so much. He automatically closed his eyes and returned the kiss with just as much passion. He pressed himself closer to Alfred, kissing him passionetely until he was out of air.

He pulled back to take a breath. He looked at Alfred with a flushed face. "I love you, Alfred." he told him and pressed a kiss on his noce and smiled shyly.