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Arthur blushed. Alfred thought of him as cute? Alfred, with his perfect body and breath-taking smile, not to mention that he also was unbelievably good at heart, charming and- “Yes, you are a dork indeed.” –and a dork. A damn cute one though, Arthur thought. He sighed slightly from his nose before bringing two fingers to Alfred’s chin and tilted his face up in order to look him in the eyes. “Whatever should I do with you, mmh?” Not quite giving the American enough time to answer, Arthur leaned forward until their foreheads were touching and spoke again.

“You have no idea, Alfred, how much you mean to me.”

Alfred blushed. Their faces were so close. “What I…” Smiling shyly he looked into the beautiful green eyes. “Why don’t you show me?” Alfred could barely breath, Arthur was practically in his arms, all he had to do was…Alfred raised his arms and placed his hands on Arthur’s hips gently, hoping that he wouldn’t scare the other.

"Arthur you have no idea how amazing you really are." Arthur with his kind heart and large brows. His harsh words that he rarely ever meant, his beautiful smile that he would only reward you with if you really worked for it.

Arthur involuntarily stiffened when Alfred’s hands found his hips, yet refrained from removing them. Thus, he suddenly felt his whole body being flooded by an increasing need for touches and kisses. He looked Alfred in the eyes- was it just him or they were shining even brighter than usual?- and thought that yes, he very much fancied to kiss him. Before leaning even closer, however, Arthur found himself thinking that he also did not want to risk ruining what they had- or, more importantly, what they might have in the future- by rushing things up. He waited for centuries, it most certainly won’t kill him to wait a day or two…right?
He smirked softly, for once with no sarcasm or malice hidden behind the gesture, and took Alfred’s warm hands in his as he stood up.
“First things first lad, I still haven’t had a cup of tea today.”

Alfred groaned as he was pulled up. “Man you are such a tease! Here I was thinking you were gonna kiss me. That hurt Artie, right here,” Alfred chuckled putting a hand over his heart. Looking at Arthur he grinned. “Alright let’s get you some tea, I’ve got your favorite.” As they walked back towards the kitchen Alfred couldn’t stop smiling. Just as Arthur took a step inside, Alfred grabbed his hand, pulled him forward and placing his free hand on Arthur’s cheek he kissed him once again.

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Arthur blushed. Alfred thought of him as cute? Alfred, with his perfect body and breath-taking smile, not to mention that he also was unbelievably good at heart, charming and- “Yes, you are a dork indeed.” –and a dork. A damn cute one though, Arthur thought. He sighed slightly from his nose before bringing two fingers to Alfred’s chin and tilt his face up in order to look him in the eyes. “Whatever should I do with you, mmh?” Not quite giving the American enough time to answer, Arthur leaned forward until their foreheads were touching and spoke again.

“You have no idea, Alfred, how much you mean to me.”

Alfred blushed. Their faces were so close. “What I…” Smiling shyly he looked into the beautiful green eyes. “Why don’t you show me?” Alfred could barely breath, Arthur was practically in his arms, all he had to do was…Alfred raised his arms and placed his hands on Arthur’s hips gently, hoping that he wouldn’t scare the other.

"Arthur you have no idea how amazing you really are." Arthur with his kind heart and large brows. His harsh words that he rarely ever meant, his beautiful smile that he would only reward you with if you really worked for it.

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Shoulders pressed against the door, Arthur slid down until he was sitting on the floor. He was still shaking when he buried his head between his knees and squeezed his eyes shut. Everything was wrong, from himself acting in such a foolish and immature way to Alfred hating his guts, not to mention- wait. Did Alfred just say…? The Brit straightened his head. What was going on? Now that he was actually paying attention, Arthur could hear Alfred’s shaky voice speaking words he never thought he would have heard. Alfred didn’t hate him. Alfred didn’t hate him. Alfred…felt something for him? “You…what?” He asked in such a low tone that he barely heard the question himself.

When he heard Alfred starting to sob followed by a slight thud that suggested the American had slid down against the other side of the wooden door, the Brit felt much like someone had just stabbed him in the heart. It truly hurt to hear Alfred speaking in such a sad voice, yet it was even worse to acknowledge that he had caused it. Suddenly, Arthur felt a compelling need to hug- no, to squeeze the living hell out of the American. He agilely stood up and turned the door key with one hand before swinging the door open with the other. Alfred lightly jumped at the sudden lack of resistance against his shoulders and instantly turned his head to the right, although he probably didn’t see much given that Arthur was already on his knees and quickly buried the American’s head in his chest. He gently stroked Alfred’s hair for a tad before placing a light kiss on it. “You bloody idiot.”

Alfred let out a muffled chuckle. “When am I not a bloody idiot?” He said the last two words in a fake English accent. Alfred pulled himself out of Arthur’s arms and stared into his emerald eyes.

"Arthur, look….I don’t regret what I did and I’m not gonna apologize for it. I’m sorry that it made you cry, I never wanted t hurt you. I’ve never…I’ve never really hated you. Not back then and not now. I just….you were the most important person in my life and I just….I wanted to be like you. Now I am, now I’m strong and a nation. Arthur," he took the Brit’s hands in his own. "You’re still important to me. It’s okay that I don’t mean as much to you as you do to me. I…" Alfred let out a nervous laugh. "I’m just a huge dork, so I’m sorry for making you cry, it wasn’t my intention I just couldn’t help it. You’re awful cute in the morning."

Alfred released Arthur’s hands and looked down at the floor. “Please say something.”

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imagine an american going to hogwarts determined not to live up to stereotypes and they do pretty well up until they discover their patronus is a bald eagle

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Alfred being possessive of Arthur.
Alfred purposely making Arthur blush.
Alfred teasing Arthur and then running away so he doesn’t get hit.
Alfred saying sweet things to Arthur when hes half asleep.
Arthur cuddling Alfred while he sleeps.
Arthur smiling at Alfred when Alfred isn’t looking.
Arthur using Alfreds jacket when hes cold.
Arthur trying to cook for Alfred.
Alfred admiring Arthur as he tries.

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"Arthur, open your eyes," he whispered and before he knew what he was doing he was pressing his lips to Arthur’s. Arthur has always done something to Alfred. It was something in the way the Brit carried himself, in his emerald eyes, in his gruff demeanor. It always drove Alfred crazy when he saw him.

Quickly realizing what he had done he pulled away and took a step back. “S-sorry.”

Before opening his eyes, Arthur sensed warm hands cupping his face. What, did Alfred seriously just…? A light frown was beginning to form on his face when Arthur suddenly felt a pair of somewhat tense and yet incredibly soft lips on his. His eyes flew open at the contact, allowing him to see just how close Alfred was. He then saw the other’s lips moving, but couldn’t quite hear what they were saying- some sort of apology, by the looks of it. Slowly, Arthur brought a trembling hand up to his face and touched his lips with his index finger. Just as he thought, they were burning. “You…” he gulped, “you just-” he looked the American square in the eyes, but couldn’t voice what he had meant to say. You kissed me. You just fucking kissed me.

Arthur was bewildered to say the least, not to mention that he hadn’t the foggiest on how he should feel. He had longed for those lips for a very long time, hadn’t he, yet he never thought they would have met his like that, in Alfred’s flat at six AM on a shoddy Saturday morning. Many thoughts were running through his mind, although there was one in particular that seemed to be growing louder by the second. Alfred had apologised. Alfred never apologies, not unless the situation is critical enough as to require it. Therefore, Arthur thought, the American must have realised he did something wrong, a terrible mistake- he had kissed him. Looking in Alfred’s eyes, Arthur could tell the American was deeply regretting his actions. Why, of course, because who in their right mind would ever kiss him- Arthur felt his stomach tightening. Even worse, he felt his eyes starting to swell with bitter tears. The truth was that no one loved him, wasn’t it? And he knew it- deep down, he had known it all along. If he could, he would have laughed, because apparently a mere kiss was enough to tell people to stay the hell away from him. Nearly choking on his own breath, Arthur thought they- Francis, his brothers- were, after all, right; no one could possibly ever love him. He rapidly blinked a few times as a poor attempt to hide the tears, then he sprinted towards the guest room wherein he had spent the night and vehemently hoped that a black hole would be there to swallow him into oblivion.

Seeing the tears begin to well up Alfred grabbed at Arthur’s hands. “H-hey don’t cry! I d-didn’t meant to offend you,” he broke off when Arthur ripped his hands away and ran to the guest room. Alfred chased after him. 

"Arthur!" Stopping as the Brit slammed the door in his face Alfred swore. Knocking hard on the door he begged the other man to listen.

"Arthur look, I’m sorry. I….I’m sorry that I kissed you but at the same time I don’t regret it. I….you do something to me Arthur. Something amazing and crazy. I had to kiss you….I wanted to kiss you, hell I still want to right now but…you have made it clear to me that you don’t want me in that way and for that I’m sorry I kissed you, the last thing I wanted to do was upset you and cause you to leave. The truth is…I want you to stay. I…I don’t know what else to say except please forgive me, I’ll keep my hands and mouth to myself. I promise, just please….please don’t leave……not yet."

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It was never a secret for anyone that Arthur forgot things. Right there and then, for instance, he was forgetting to breathe. Alfred was close- painfully, beautifully close- and he seemed to be getting even closer. Paralysed on his feet, Arthur found himself unable to formulate a single coherent thought, let alone speak aloud. It didn’t matter though, not when Alfred was looking at him like that; the American had always had piercing blue eyes, yet Arthur couldn’t recall the last time he had seen them shining with such an intense light. He sharply inhaled when his chest started aching from the lack of oxygen, momentarily- just a fraction of second, really- forgetting about the other’s presence in the room. By the time he focused his gaze back on the American, however, Arthur realised that Alfred had gotten close to the point that even the smallest movement would have caused their bodies to touch. With such thoughts in mind, he instantly became hyperaware of every muscle in his body- and yet, he couldn’t stop his hands from shaking. He tried to relax them, then to curl them into tight fists, but the irregular shakes never quite stopped. He squeezed his eyes shut. Just what was he doing?

Alfred continued to move closer. He couldn’t stop, when he was a hair’s breadth away he stopped. Arthur had closed his eyes so Alfred reached up and took the Brit’s face gently in both of his hands. 

"Arthur, open your eyes," he whispered and before he knew what he was doing he was pressing his lips to Arthur’s. Arthur has always done something to Alfred. It was something in the way the Brit carried himself, in his emerald eyes, in his gruff demeanor. It always drove Alfred crazy when he saw him.

Quickly realizing what he had done he pulled away and took a step back. “S-sorry.”

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Finding some good old tea in Alfred’s kitchen, Arthur realised, was all but easy. Seriously, he had been searching for the past, what, fifteen minutes? Eventually giving up on the bottom shelves- which, by the way, contained enough food to feed a whole army- the Brit…

Arthur didn’t know what to say. For goodness’ sake, he didn’t even know where to look; Alfred’s abdominals were too, ah, distracting, yet the same could be said of his eyes, his hair, his…hands? Everything. Everything about Alfred was inexplicably fascinating. Speaking of hands, Arthur focused his gaze on Alfred’s offering one and instantly crossed his own across his chest. “First off, I can perfectly get down by myself, thank you very much.” He announced with a somewhat bitter tone before slowly putting his bare feet- because Arthur always stays barefoot when he’s at home- to the floor. “Secondly,” he continued, “I am wearing an Arctic Monkeys t-shirt and house pants.” He energetically gestured to himself as though the clothes could explain it themselves. “Comfortable clothes.” He added when he remembered that clothes couldn’t speak. Now, what was he forgetting…ah, yes. “And don’t call me ‘Artie’!” he finished, frowning. Really, why did everybody keep calling him names? It felt much like they- especially Francis and his brothers- did so merely in order to mock him and, well, Arthur never was one that enjoyed that sort of teasing (or any other kind of it, for all that it mattered).

Alfred backed away and held his hands up in mock surrender. “Okay, okay.” He watched Arthur as he stepped down, ready to catch him if he slipped. He suddenly had an urge to reach out and touch him. Hold his hand, run his fingers through the others’s hair…..kiss him. Alfred grinned at the other’s shirt. “Well we ain’t on the dance floor but you sure look good on the kitchen floor,” Alfred winked and took a step closer again.

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Finding some good old tea in Alfred’s kitchen, Arthur realised, was all but easy. For goodness’ sake, he had been searching for the past, what, fifteen minutes? Eventually giving up on the bottom shelves- which, by the way, contained enough food to feed a whole army- the Brit stood up and took a step back. Perhaps on the top shelves- “Ouch- fuck!” The chair. The blasted table chair. Oh, Arthur hated that chair. It was, somehow, always in his way, nay it was already the second time he nearly killed himself by tripping over it in less than ten minutes. He mentally cursed before moving it closer to the top shelf next to the fridge. N-not that he was short, mind you, it was the shelf that was fixed too high. Yes. Just as that. He swiftly climbed on the chair and began examining the shelf. Now, tea- “Morning Arthur.” It took all of Arthur’s composure and balance to not fall down. Taking a deep breath, the Brit kept his right hand on the border of the shelf as he slowly turned to face the American. “Good morning, Alfred. I’m-” Speechless, that’s what he was. He thought of asking where Alfred’s trousers were, if he had lost his shirt somewhere around the house since he wasn’t wearing one and oh fuck look at those abdominals- He said nothing. He couldn’t, really, so he merely gulped and forced his sight to move from Alfred’s mid-section to his impossibly blue eyes. “I was looking f-for…

What was he looking for again?

Alfred chuckled. “Hey man, my eyes are up here.” the American smiled and stepped into the kitchen. “Well if I know you, and I do, you were looking for tea which is over,” Alfred walked over to the cabinet above the sink. “The sink,” he finished stretching up to reach for the tea. Turning around to face Arthur he smiled. “Want some help?” He held out a hand to the Brit. Watching the other’s face he couldn’t help but smile. He had missed Arthur. His ridiculously large eyebrows and the way they furrow when he’s looking at Alfred like he’s insane. Scratching the back of his head with his other hand he grinned shyly. “I’m wildly under dressed,” he laughed. “Me in boxers and you in….in whatever that is. You’re awfully quiet, you alright there Artie?” 

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