My Everything

Chapter 2

Alfred felt his own tears swell in his eyes as he heard the answer he was looking for and he kissed Arthur's head as he hugged him tightly. "Artie. Let me see your hand please." He whispered quietly into Arthur's ear.

Arthur showed his left hand to Alfred allowing him to do as he pleased with it and hoped that Alfred didn't notice the single tear that ran down his cheek.

Pulling the silver ring out of the box he placed it on Arthur's ring finger. "There is an engraving on it that says, 'My heart, My love, My world.'" Alfred said softly as he wiped away Arthur's tears. "I love ya Artie. You're my everything." Alfred then stood up and pulled Arthur off of the ground and into his arms.

That's all it took for Arthur to brake down in Alfred's arms. He buried his face in the crook of Alfred's neck and cried because he was so happy. He honestly was a big pushover and cries and the simplest things but he just couldn't help himself. They had been together for so long that he began to think that this day would never come.

Alfred smiled and shushed his lover as he held him tight. He felt like the happiest man in the world, but even if they were happy tears he still didn't like his lover crying. He pulled Arthur away from his chest and started kissing his cheeks, trying to kiss the tears away.

Arthur pushed Alfred face out of his playfully and wiped the tears away. He honestly had no words to express how happy he felt, his heart was swelling it felt like it would burst. "I love you, Alfred. I always have and always will," he said before kissing Alfred strongly.

Alfred kissed Arthur back and lifted him up bridal style and sat back down on the bench keeping Arthur on his lap. He pulled away and nestled his face into Arthur's neck as he wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him close. Arthur snuggled close to Alfred on the bench and wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck, never wanting to let go. He wanted this moment to last forever.

"Are ya ready to go?" Alfred murmured happily into the crook of Arthur's neck.

Arthur nodded but he didn't want to get up. He just kinda sat there.

Alfred got the message and lifted Arthur up into his arms again and walked over to the car. After a moment of struggling he was able to get the door open and placed Arthur into the seat and closed the door and made his way to the drivers side.

Arthur waited patiently for Alfred to get his damn ass in the car so they can go home and be together.

Alfred slid into the drivers seat and started the car, turning it around and making his way towards the main road. As he got on the main road he took his right hand off of the steering wheel and held it out for Arthur to take.

Arthur took his hand and let his mind wander. Then it his him. He was getting married. It was exciting and a little nerve racking but mostly exciting. He imagined the wedding, he imagined spending every day of his life with Alfred and it truly made him happy, even if he may never admit it.

"So Artie," Alfred said nervously as he began to rub his lovers knuckles with his thumb. "When, um, when would you like to get married?" Alfred knew that he sure as hell wouldn't be able to throw a wedding together that Arthur would like. If Arthur showed no interest in wanting to put it together he knew he could get his friends Feliciano and Elizabeth to help him out.

Arthur thought about that question. He wanted it to be special. What's a special date that is only special to him and Alfred. I could be the date of their first date. The date of when they went on there fist vacation together. It could be anything. "I want it to be a special date. One that's special to you and me," he told Alfred.

"How about the day we met?" Alfred asked as he felt a smile spread across his face. He remembers the day vividly. December 25. Christmas day. He was alone that day, he had no one to spend it with so he had gone for a walk. And as he rounded a corner he had run into Arthur. He remembers the string of curses he heard from the man that day and how no matter how much he tried the Englishman wouldn't let him help him stand up.