"I'll kick your ass!"
-Sweet Murder
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Arthur sat alone, at home, the Earl Grey's steam in his mug slowly fading as he flipped a page of Shakespeare. Sipping it thoughtfully, he remembered Alfred's invitation to an early Christmas party where all other nations were invited as well so they could all share and celebrate their holiday traditions together. It did sound like fun, but the thought of Francis being there almost made him hurl. And there were quite a few others who were annoying too. But for some strange reason, he felt flutters in his stomach as he thought of America....And it definitely wasn't the tea.
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There were only two more days until Alfred's party. It snowed outside, a light and soft flurry dusting the town. A sudden knock on the Brit's door that evening disturbed the comfort of his couch, tea and book. Getting up with a slight groan of annoyance, he opened the door to find a blonde, blue eyed american at his doorstep. "Oh, hey Iggy!" "What are you doing here, Alfred?" Arthur's stomach flipped uncontrollably. Why?
"Well, I was doin' a few errands around here, so I decided to ask you if you're coming to my Christmas party or nah." "Oh...that..um..y-yes, of course!" Why was he stuttering?And his face felt oddly warm for some strange reason.
Alfred gave a small chuckle as he saw the other's cheeks turn the lightest shade of pink. "Yeah, well thanks for tellin' me buddy. See ya then!" "yes! Bye!" Waving, Arthur had so many questions to ask himself.
Why was his body acting uncontrollably at the sight of Alfred? At the mention of him? These, he thought, were obviously symptoms of love.
He had a crush on Alfred.
Did he?
