Je T'aime, Vögelchen

Chapter 8

"Oi! Bartender! Bring me a Bourbon!"

The old elderly man yelled from his spot. He was clearly drunk, but no one said anything to cause any ruckus. Alfred instantly looked at him, making the bourbon and sliding it down the counter. He watched the Elderly man drain it so quickly, he simply shook his head and started cleaning the shot glasses.

Arthur came out of the back room, standing beside him. After his first day, Alfred tried to get along with Arthur, some days they did, some days they didn't. But to Alfred, secretly, Arthur was probably one of the most handsomest men he's ever laid eyes on. He loved it when Arthur gave him a smile at some points, but that was only on special occasions. And Alfred kept this feeling deep within him.

"You're not bad, Alfred. You're better at this than I thought." Arthur commented, throwing a wash rag over his shoulder.

"Well, I gotta tell you, Dude. Us Americans really know how to do things with liquor. Besides, It's easy."

Arthur let out a 'hmf' Sound.

"Well, I'm impressed. You may do quite well." Alfred turned and looked at him. Arthur's emerald green eyes stared right at him. They pierced through him so, he almost felt..different when he was around him.

"Thanks, bro! I learned from you, anyways.."

"Bartender! How about six glasses for us gentleman!" A man, from a table of six right by the door, called Alfred over.

"Right! Uh, Artie-"

"It's Arthur."

"Right. Arthur, our conversation will just have to hold up." Alfred made his way over to the liquor, taking out six shit glasses and making the obviously drunk six men their alcohol.

"That's right..lay them down. That's a good boy~ Now scram!" The man laughed, drunkly. Alfred tried to ignore their nasty behavior, but instead of doing anything, he walked back over to Arthur, growling.

"We get some perverted guys here, don't we?"

"Mm. They do that quite often. But I can't lie, we get good money out of them. Better get used to it, you'll even get worse than that!" Arthur let out a chuckle before walking back into the back room.

Alfred smiles after him. Seeing Arthur smile made him forget the six men who drunkly demanded him for things. It's only been two weeks since he's started, and he's already losing his hatred towards Arthur.

What's gotten into you, Alfred..? He'd ask himself that every night he saw him.

Am I..? No. Impossible. Arthur is a gentleman and couldn't possibly-..I just said I don't-! Ugh, dammit! I'm so confused..I feel so happy around Arthur. His smile..his eyes..Do I....Do I-...

"Bartender! Another glass please!"

Damn..

"Coming, sir!" Alfred shouted, starting the glass. He couldn't focus correctly- his hands started shaking, he started sweating. He became nervous. Was it his thoughts? Was it the nervousness of the drunk men in the room? Or was it...him..?

No. It couldn't be.

Alfred brought the glass over to the table, then walking back to the bar counter.

He started feeling different every second.

What was it?

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Hello readers! So..another USUK chapter. This one was better than the first one I did.

Simple reasons.

Okay, so I'm in a a dilemma. I really don't know how to continue this. I would /LOVE/ some help from you guys.
Also, if you have any tips on being a better writer, Let me know! I want to be the next George DeValier! (Author of multiple Hetalia shipping fanfics) but..heh..that'll never happen.

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