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Facial Expressions

Arthur was tackled from behind almost making him fall flat on his face. "Bloody hell Alfred!" The British man straightened himself, and stood firm, adjusting his balance with the new weight on his back now.

Alfred all but beamed at him. "Sorry Artie, I was looking for you EVERYWHERE!" He stood back, letting his best friend turn around and face him.

"Well then? What is so important that you had to ambush me on my way to class?" A pout was formed on the young American's lips. "Class ain't that important compared to this"

Arthur all but melted in the cute pouty face in front of him.

Yes, he's sad to say that he has developed some strong feelings for his long time friend. It happened one day when Alfred invited himself over one night declaring they have a Walking Dead-a-thon. He was completely and hopelessly doomed that day.

That night, including the night after that, he fell in love with all of Alfred's facial expressions.

First, the Oh so lovely bright smile that showed the excitement and relief in seeing Arthur and hearing the acceptance to watch the episodes with him. It was the smile that the green-eyed young man noticed Alfred only showed to him. He was completely captivated.

Second, was the fear the young lad displayed for the shocked brit the see. He must admit, he was in awe as his friend held for dear life on his sweater vest, clinging and burrowing his head against Arthur's ribs whenever a walker appeared. Arthur's heart beat quickened, thinking to himself that maybe he was also scared by the show. He tried calming himself and the American as he slowly caressed Alfred's head. It didn't help his fast beating heart.

And lastly, the one that completely floored him. The facial expression that captivated him the most.

Although to be honest, now that he thought about it, he probably had some issues.

Cause it was Alfred's runny nose, cheeks blossomed cherry red, pouty lips, and eyes filled with tears, shame and embarrassment.

Alfred had watched Glenn and Maggie walk into the drug store looking for the pills Lori needed. When suddenly a walker jumped out at Maggie, making the poor American boy wet his pants.

Yes, the smell was bad.

Yes, they had to clean it quickly before any of Arthur's brothers found out.

And, yes, maybe Alfred shouldn't have drank 8 cups of coke, or even tried to hold it in.

But dear lord. That face though, was, just...

Mesmerizing.

Yep, something was seriously wrong with the young Brit. He felt jittery and excited just remembering the American so embarrassed.

"Dude!" Arthur snapped out of his trance to stare at glaring sapphires that were mere inches in front of him now.

"Were you even listening? I come all this way to find you and tell you my good news and there you go to La-la Land again. What the hell were you even spacing out about? You- ew, dude you got blood comin' down your nose"

Arthur blinked away the trance he was in watching his crush's glare. There was another expression he found he liked. Alfred's angry face.

He tilted his head up and pinched his nose. "Alf'd b'ng me napkins ples". The American nodded and grabbed his friend's other hand, leading him to the nearest restroom.

Once Arthur was well and clean Alfred leaned against a stall door. "You okay now?" A sigh came from the young Brit as he nodded. He was then grabbed by his arms and forced to face his best friend. "Great! Look, I got permission from my pops to let us use the family cabin for spring break!" He cheered as he bounced on his feet.