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After what seemed like the longest time in the world, Alfred gently pulled away. Arthur felt his senses slowly coming back to him. He heard Russia coming closer. Finally, he opened his eyes and studied the American's face. The blue-eyed man was staring at him practically the same way. He saw him swallow hard.
"Awk-waaaarrrrrd…" Alfred said, smiling crookedly at Arthur and shifting his eyes.
Arthur laughed uncomfortably. "Let's try to forget that happened, shall we?" he said.
Alfred breathed out. "I'll try." He grinned. "No promising though."
"Don't tell me you guys have never done that before," said Russia from beside them.
They both jumped. "No, actually, I've never kissed anyone before," Alfred said, recovering first.
Arthur looked at him. Seriously? he thought. "Nor have I," Arthur said, blushing.
Russia laughed. "Glad to have been of service, then."
"Right…" they said simultaneously, giving each other a look from the corner of their eye.
"Oh, and one other thing," she went on. She turned to Arthur. "Is that accent real?"
He sighed. "Yes, it's real. I'm from London."
She pointed at him. "You're awesome. Bye!" With that she ran off to join a bunch of friends by a tree.
"She was weird," Arthur said.
"Yeah."
"So…"
"Uh-huh…"
"Earlier she said something about a Hetalia pairing. What exactly is that?"
Alfred looked at him. "You'd think after…" Arthur gave him a questioning look. "Never mind. It's basically two countries that fans think should be in a relationship. America and England tends to be really popular."
"You neglected to tell me this before."
"You're the one who said you looked like England and I looked like America. Besides, it's not like I knew that some crazy fangirl was gonna tell me to kiss you."
Arthur gritted his teeth. "I thought we were forgetting about that."
"It's kind of hard to forget another guy's tongue in your mouth."
Arthur blushed furiously. "I did not tongue you!"
"Oh yes you did." Alfred leaned closer to him. "I can tell you what you had for lunch because of it."
Arthur closed his eyes. "Either way, I didn't mean to. Let's go get supper."
"Fine," he replied, internally thanking him for breaking the tension.
Arthur started to walk towards the convention hall, but Alfred grabbed his shoulder and steered him away. "There's no food in there, smart one." Arthur looked up, and found he was facing a burger place that was right next to them. He groaned. Then he smiled, thinking of a way to get him to forget recent events. "Seriously, Alfred? A Harvey's? You truly are America."
Alfred laughed. "Damn right I am," he said, deliberately flashing the '50' on his back at Arthur. "And I'm starving." He ran the rest of the way to the fast-food place.
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"You're eating all that," Arthur said. He stared at the tray of overflowing with various greasy foods.
Alfred looked around for an empty table. "Yeah, course I am," he said. "Aha." He spotted a small round one in the corner. He plopped down his tray and immediately unwrapped a giant burger. Arthur swiped a fry from its box. Alfred frowned at him. "You should have gotten your own food."
Arthur stared at the American incredulously. "You're actually bothered by one missing French fry." He shook his head. "And you say I complain too much. Besides-" he held up a finger. "There's the Universal Fry-Sharing Rule."
"Fry-sharing rule?"
"Basically, you're allowed to steal a good friend's fries without asking when they have a lot."
"Random much?" Alfred said, mouth full of burger.
Arthur shifted his eyes. "Whatever." He twisted his head to see the time on Alfred's watch. "It's already 8, huh? We've been here for quite a few hours."
The American swallowed the last bite of his first burger. "We sure have."
"Anything else to do here today?"
"Ymmph, msrf smfn wcgdo."
Arthur turned away, disgusted. "Swallow, you bloody idiot."
"I said I'm sure we could find something we could do." He scrunched up the wrapper of his second burger as he finished it.
"No more walking through 'cosplay' territory out there, though," he said, cheeks going slightly pink.
"Yeah, I agree. Let's just go check out the place for the rest of today." He offered the box of fries to Arthur, who smiled and took one. Alfred proceeded to consume the rest of them at an alarming rate.
"Sounds like an idea."
TBC.
"Awk-waaaarrrrrd…" Alfred said, smiling crookedly at Arthur and shifting his eyes.
Arthur laughed uncomfortably. "Let's try to forget that happened, shall we?" he said.
Alfred breathed out. "I'll try." He grinned. "No promising though."
"Don't tell me you guys have never done that before," said Russia from beside them.
They both jumped. "No, actually, I've never kissed anyone before," Alfred said, recovering first.
Arthur looked at him. Seriously? he thought. "Nor have I," Arthur said, blushing.
Russia laughed. "Glad to have been of service, then."
"Right…" they said simultaneously, giving each other a look from the corner of their eye.
"Oh, and one other thing," she went on. She turned to Arthur. "Is that accent real?"
He sighed. "Yes, it's real. I'm from London."
She pointed at him. "You're awesome. Bye!" With that she ran off to join a bunch of friends by a tree.
"She was weird," Arthur said.
"Yeah."
"So…"
"Uh-huh…"
"Earlier she said something about a Hetalia pairing. What exactly is that?"
Alfred looked at him. "You'd think after…" Arthur gave him a questioning look. "Never mind. It's basically two countries that fans think should be in a relationship. America and England tends to be really popular."
"You neglected to tell me this before."
"You're the one who said you looked like England and I looked like America. Besides, it's not like I knew that some crazy fangirl was gonna tell me to kiss you."
Arthur gritted his teeth. "I thought we were forgetting about that."
"It's kind of hard to forget another guy's tongue in your mouth."
Arthur blushed furiously. "I did not tongue you!"
"Oh yes you did." Alfred leaned closer to him. "I can tell you what you had for lunch because of it."
Arthur closed his eyes. "Either way, I didn't mean to. Let's go get supper."
"Fine," he replied, internally thanking him for breaking the tension.
Arthur started to walk towards the convention hall, but Alfred grabbed his shoulder and steered him away. "There's no food in there, smart one." Arthur looked up, and found he was facing a burger place that was right next to them. He groaned. Then he smiled, thinking of a way to get him to forget recent events. "Seriously, Alfred? A Harvey's? You truly are America."
Alfred laughed. "Damn right I am," he said, deliberately flashing the '50' on his back at Arthur. "And I'm starving." He ran the rest of the way to the fast-food place.
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"You're eating all that," Arthur said. He stared at the tray of overflowing with various greasy foods.
Alfred looked around for an empty table. "Yeah, course I am," he said. "Aha." He spotted a small round one in the corner. He plopped down his tray and immediately unwrapped a giant burger. Arthur swiped a fry from its box. Alfred frowned at him. "You should have gotten your own food."
Arthur stared at the American incredulously. "You're actually bothered by one missing French fry." He shook his head. "And you say I complain too much. Besides-" he held up a finger. "There's the Universal Fry-Sharing Rule."
"Fry-sharing rule?"
"Basically, you're allowed to steal a good friend's fries without asking when they have a lot."
"Random much?" Alfred said, mouth full of burger.
Arthur shifted his eyes. "Whatever." He twisted his head to see the time on Alfred's watch. "It's already 8, huh? We've been here for quite a few hours."
The American swallowed the last bite of his first burger. "We sure have."
"Anything else to do here today?"
"Ymmph, msrf smfn wcgdo."
Arthur turned away, disgusted. "Swallow, you bloody idiot."
"I said I'm sure we could find something we could do." He scrunched up the wrapper of his second burger as he finished it.
"No more walking through 'cosplay' territory out there, though," he said, cheeks going slightly pink.
"Yeah, I agree. Let's just go check out the place for the rest of today." He offered the box of fries to Arthur, who smiled and took one. Alfred proceeded to consume the rest of them at an alarming rate.
"Sounds like an idea."
TBC.
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