The Writer and The Café

Chapter Five

Arthur couldn't help but love the scene that he saw with Biscuit and Alfred's fat cat. But as they made their way back to the living room Arthur froze in the hallway and covered his face with the nook of his arm and sneezed softly. His eyes watered a bit and he felt ready to lay down and try to get over the illness.

"Here," he heard Alfred mumble in front of him. Arthur looked up from his arm to find the American holding a box of tissues and looking at him with pity. "Sorry, you aren't feeling so hot dude."

A blush spread across the Brits face as he ran the words Alfred said through his head. "H-Hot? Of course, I wouldn't, I'm not attractive," he said angrily as he glared at Arthur. "But you have no right to say that you bloody git," he turned angrily and walked to the door. But as he opened it a crack trying to leave, an arm slid by his face and closed the door. Arthur turned around to face Alfred and teach him a lesson he deserved but found the American looking at him confused.

"Dude, you lost me," Alfred said as he looked at the Brit helplessly. "I meant you don't look so good, as in you don't look well? Healthy? Have you not heard that saying before?" After he finished what he had to say he stood back and held the box of tissues back to Arthur for him to take.

Arthur stood at the door frozen with embarrassment. He looked away from the man in front of him as he took the box from his hands. "Sorry for getting angry," he mumbled as he took a tissue and wiped his nose.

Shaking his head, Alfred held up his hands in peace as he smiled reassuringly and said, "Don't apologize, dude, it's okay. It was my fault, I had assumed that all of you used the same saying." He stepped back from the Brit and placed his hands into his pockets awkwardly. "But there is one thing," he mumbled as he looked at Arthur.

The Briton looked up at him curiously as he began to search around for a trash can to throw the infected tissue away. "What?" He asked as he found the trash can in the kitchen and made his way towards it.

"W-Well, I'm being honest here okay Arthur? You're an actually hot dude, you shouldn't undermine your looks," Alfred mumbled as he shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing and looked away. Internally though he was having a heart attack, when he looked back to Arthur he could see that the Brit had a bright red face and looked as if he was ready to cry.

Alfred's eyes widened as he stepped towards Arthur and placed his hands on his shoulders. "Woah Artie, calm down. What did I do wrong?" He asked as he felt as if his heart was being wrenched out of his chest.

Arthur only shook his head as he looked pitifully towards the floor. "I don't understand you bloody Americans, and I don't understand you. You're too damn confusing," he mumbled as he unconsciously hugged himself for comfort.

It was Alfred's turn to be baffled, but before he could question Arthur anymore the Brit shoved him away gently before opening the door and slamming it shut behind him.

Quickly running to his apartment Arthur opened the door and quickly closed it behind him. He walked over to his couch and collapsed onto it and cried to himself silently, he had never been told he was 'hot'. No one had ever even shown any interest in him. Arthur's eyes widened at this, he thought to himself that maybe the American was just being nice, there was no way someone as good looking as Alfred could like him. He rolled over and grabbed a pillow from under his head and hugged it tightly, not long after he fell asleep.

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Alfred stood outside Arthur's door after he ran out and contemplated about what had happened between the both of them. He could hear the sniffling of Arthur crying and wanted to comfort the Brit. Alfred could tell what was happening to himself and wasn't liking it, he had fallen for people quickly before but never this fast.

After a few moments, Alfred heard a light snoring coming from the living room and knew that Arthur had fallen asleep. He went back to his apartment and remembered that he offered to make Arthur something to eat that would help him feel better. Alfred went to the kitchen and found that he had just enough for some green bean and potato soup. He grabbed the bacon, onions, milk, and potatoes to make it and got to work.

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After Alfred had everything together in the pot he turned the heat on and placed the lid on it. He went to his couch and pulled out his computer and began to think about his main character Bear and how lonely he would be because he never wrote a love interest into the story or even a close friendship. He did write Jack into it, who was more or less they guys partner but they were never really that close. That's when an idea popped into Alfred's head, he thought about maybe making Bear and Jack a couple. Alfred grabbed his phone out of his pocket and dialed his brother's phone, it had ringed quite a few times and Alfred was going to hang up before he finally heard a soft "Hello" from the phone.

"Yo dude, I want to shoot something by ya that you may or may not like about the book," Alfred said a bit wearily as he thought about all the trouble Matthew might have to go through to let Alfred rewrite.

"Alfred," Matthew said quietly with a groggy voice. "Do you know what time it is for me?"

Alfred looked at the time on his phone and saw that it was 11 o'clock in the morning and Matthew was 5 hours behind him. "Well, ya needed to wake up soon anyways dude," Alfred said with a chuckle

"What do you want Alfred?" He groaned out as Alfred heard him roll around in his bed.

"Well, I'm thinking of rewriting, or well, adding something to the book and it will take time," he mumbled nervously as he held his breath waiting for his brothers answer. All Alfred heard was silence for a moment before Matthew surprisingly yelled, "Are you an idiot? The book is due in a month and you don't have time to rewrite."

Alfred sat in silence for a moment thinking about what Matthew said before he smiled and shot back, "Well I'm gonna do it anyways dude, try and get me an extra month okay?" And before Alfred could hear his brother say anything else he hung up and tossed his phone onto the couch beside him. He leaned his head back into the couch cushion and let his thoughts drift to Arthur.

He couldn't see it or notice it, but Alfred had a blissful smile on his face as he thought about the Brit. Arthur's smile, scowl, blush, laughter, and, well, Arthur made him happy. Alfred sat forward quickly and placed his computer onto the couch beside him, he knew he wasn't going to get Arthur out of his head so he wasn't going to fight it. Alfred was going to do everything in his power to get Arthur to fall for him, well, everything but tell him he's 'the' author.

(A/n Yo people. Welp, I've got a lot of stupid shit going on that's causing me trouble so please forgive me if it takes me a while to update. I'm sorry for any inconvenience!)