Chapter 1 - Morning

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Alfred F. Jones wakes up sleepily in bed. As usual his bed is hella messy and his boyfriend is in the kitchen making tea and scones. The one of the few things he can actually make. He stared out the window a while. For no reason, he just didn't want to get out yet. Finally gets out of bed slowly and yawns. He goes to kitchen and walks up to his boyfriend.

            "Good mornin' Al, " Arthur Kirkland says still reading his newspaper as Alfred gives him a light kiss on the cheek.

            "Morning," he replies back. 

            "How did you sleep?" Alfred stared at him and sarcastically said,

           "Oh I couldn't really sleep all night and only had 5 minutes of sleep."

          England had that cute little annoyed face he gets, I just couldn't stop myself from ruffling his hair. "So do you have work today?," Alfred asked.

         "No," Arthur said with a hint of lust in his face.

             "Yay! I'm off too. If China doesn't call an emergancy meeting 'cause he think france stole his cat, maybe we can go somewhere?"

             "Depends... what type of place are you reffering to?"

             "Something like a resturaunt," said Alfred excitedly. His eyes sparckled and he stared dreamilly into space as he said that. England smacked his head with a newspaper.

             "BAKA!" he yelled. "We barely go anywhere else." America laughed.

             "Okay, okay. How about a picnic in the park?"

             "Fine, I'll make the food," Arthur replied. Alfred immediately put on a terrified look. "Just kidding America, loosen up a little."

             "Sometimes I remember all the fun we had when he was a kid. When i came home he would always greet me. It's kind of weird that I'm dating him now but eh, love is love right?" Arthur thinks.

             "--------mmham---------Is that okay England?" America says.
             "Eh?"
               "Arthur do you even listen to me!" America whines. England chuckles.

               "Sometimes it's hard to tell who the uke really is y'know?" He ruffles his hair.

                "Oh I'm sure who the uke is," Alfred says seducively as he crawls on top of Enlgand.

                "BAAAAKAAAAAA GET OFF MEEEE! IT'S ONLY MORNING AGHHHHHHH!" They both break out laughing and America gives Enlgand a nice long kiss.

(A/N) No this is not the end of the chapter i'll update it later lol comment if its good or bad (probably really bad •~•)

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 24, 2015 ⏰

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