My Everything

Chapter 1

Alfred had slept in really late today, which was a bit unusual even for him, he realized that Arthur wasn't in his arms and grumbled at the lack of warmth. The clock beside his bed flashed 3:27PM so he immediately jumped out of his bed and stretched trying to wake himself up. Today was the day, he had to get Arthur to go out with him tonight, Alfred felt that if it didn't happen tonight it may never will.

Grabbing some clean clothes which consisted of a white dress shirt and a pair of black slacks, Alfred went and jumped in the shower, quickly washing his body. He stepped out drying himself off and putting his slacks on but leaving the shirt of and draping the towel around his shoulders. Going downstairs Alfred found his boyfriend sitting on the couch with his nose buried in a book. He sat down next to him, wrapping his damp arm around the smaller mans shoulders and pulled him close. "Yo Artie, whatcha reading?" He asked curiously.

Arthur breathed deeply and closed his book placing it on the coffee table in from it him and glared at Alfred. "Its none of your business Alfred," he said as he stood up and went to the kitchen, Alfred following close behind him.

Alfred shrank back a bit at his lovers sharp tone and followed close behind him, wrapping his arms around the others waist and pulling him close. Ignoring him, Arthur began to make his tea in silence in his normal grumpy mood and asked, "What would you like for dinner?"

"Well, I thought we could go out tonight Artie," he said as he kissed Arthur's neck. "We haven't gone on a date in a long time."

A small smile appeared on Arthur's face, he and Alfred hadn't gone on a date in a long time and he really missed going out with him. "And where might we go?"

Smiling, Alfred pulled the Englishman closer and said happily, "I've already made a reservation at your favorite Italian restaurant." Arthur spun around in Alfred's arms and looked up at him with wide, excited eyes. With a shrug of his shoulders Alfred said, "Its at five o'clock if you want to go."

Arthur froze for a moment trying to hide his excitement and with a huff Arthur mumbled, "Well, its not like I'm busy anyways." After he pulled himself away from Alfred's grasp he went upstairs for his own shower and a change of clothes.

Alfred turned the water on the stove off knowing Arthur wasn't going to be using it and went to the living room to wait for him. Realizing that he was dry enough Alfred slipped his shirt on and sat down on the couch to wait.

Due to his excitement Arthur's shower was incredibly short, and he also realized that he had forgotten his clothes. So he wrapped the towel around his waist and headed for his bedroom, he rarely sleeps in it anymore. Arthur grabbed his own slacks, dress shirt and put them on as well as as a vest. Slipping on his pair of oxford shoes he made his way downstairs and found Alfred nodding off on the couch. He walked over to the sleeping american and played with the tips of his wet hair.

"Mmm," Alfred lightly groaned as he began to wake up, and Arthur quickly pulls his hand away from the others hair, a light blush dusting his cheeks. "Artie, are you ready to go?" The groggy american asked.

"Yes but are you, all you ever do is sleep lately," he muttered as he crossed his arms across his chest and pouted angrily.

"Sorry Arthur," Alfred said as he stood up, kissed his cheek and grabbed his hand leading him towards the door. If someone couldn't see Arthur's red face before, they could definitely see it now. His face was covered with a dark blush as he tried to hide it from the younger man.

Alfred could see that the Englishman was embarrassed but choose to ignored it. He had much more pressing matters to think about. Grabbing his keys Alfred made sure to turn the lights off and held the door open for Arthur before locking it behind them.