I'm sorry... (USUK!)

Chapter Seven

       Arthur woke up first. He realized he had nothing on, and put on his underwear. He covered himself and Alfred under the covers and listened to Alfred's heart.

       "England. Good morning." Alfred stroked his face.

       "Good morning."

       "Now, how awkward was last night?"

       "To be honest, anything I do with you is awkward."

       "Well then... So, what would you rate me, then?"

       "What?"

       "On a scale from one to ten! How would you rate my sex abilities?"

       "What the hell? Why?"

       "So I can improve!" Alfred cupped his face. "Only the best for you."

       "Shut up! No! Go away." He rolled over to the other side of the bed.

       "Come back!" Alfred rolled over with him and wrapped his arms around him. He started to reach down to his legs. "Why'd you put your boxers on?"

      "Because you don't have yours on. Now get off of me. I'm not going to "rate" you, and you aren't going to try giving me a blow job at nine twenty six a.m."

       "What about a hand job?"

       "No."

       "Then rate meee!!!" He held him tighter.

       "You whiny ass hole. Fine. You're a nine and a half."

       "Where's the other half?"

       "France has that part."

       "That bitch. When did it happen?" He was suddenly intrigued.

       "He was my boyfriend for a while. It ended once he proposed. I wasn't willing to take it that far." He stood up.

       "I hate him now. You know, you're quite hot without a shirt on."

       "So are you. Savor the moment. It'll be gone soon."

      "Wait! Let me get my camera first!" Alfred put on his drawers and ran to his dresser. Once he turned around, the shirt was already on. "Godammit."

       "I told you to savor the moment."

       "Well, that's kind of hard to do."

       "Jerk."

       "Put on some clothes."

       "Fine..." He mumbled. He put on sweat pants and an old grey T-shirt.

       "Now, drive me to the store. I want scones."

       "Okay." They walked downstairs. "Oh, when are you leaving?"

       "I planned to leave on Friday."

      "Two days?? Your coming back, right?

       "Maybe. Why?"

       "Oh, I don't know... I just thought you might wanna move in."

       "Move in?"

       "I knew it was a stupid idea. Sorry."

       Arthur chuckled. "The truth is, I'd love to."

       "Really? You don't have to if you don't want to."