Usuk- paint

~hey guys this will be my first usuk fan fic hopefully it's dosnt suck too bad!!!!!~

Arthurs pov

I woke up to the sound of birds, my eyes opened slightly adjusting to the light that came in through the window. I gave a smile to the surprisingly blue sky, it wasn't raining as it usually did in London.
I think I'll read on the porch today.
I got out of bed slipping my mint green bunny slippers on, they reminded me of my friend who was on vacation it was quit lonely without him... I walked to the kitchen craving my favourite earl grey tea and a delicious scones, I don't care what that bloody frog says they are the best food known to man!
After I prepared my tea I made my way to the porch, with one of my favourite books. I snuggled into the soft pillow on my porch swing nibbling on a scones, soon I became adsorbed into my book.
I finished a couple hours later, now bored with the unusually uneventful day. I need to do something active today but what? I looked around the porch area for something to do, no gardening needed to be done. I leaned against the banister playing with the grey chipping paint "ouch! "
I felt sharp poke at the tip of my finger, I examined it watching a small drop of blood formed luckily I didn't get a splinter those thing are a pain in the ass. Maybe I should re-paint the porch, at least I'd be doing something active. I decide to do exactly that but first I should get dressed and call Alfred, what?! You can't expect me to paint the whole porch myself!

Alfred's pov

"Die! Die! Die! Hahahaahaha- hey fuck you! That was so my kill!!!!!"
I yelled at the screen. I was playing Call Of Duty which i tended game rage over just a little (a lot)
"Fuck a duck!!!" I yelled after being killed for the hundredth time, I'm usually so awesome at this game but today I just wasn't feeling it. So I did what any gamer would do, RAGE QUIT!!!!!!!
I slammed my controller into they ouch cuisine beside me blaming it for my suckyness , I slumped into the couch with a pout on my face crossing my arms like the mature adult I am. Great now I'm bored I groaned rolling onto my belly, I looked at the phone
"someone call me already!"
RING RING RING!
"Ahhhhhh holy fuck!" I yelled rolling off the couch and slamming into the hard wood floor. I laid there slightly breathless , the phone continued to ring. I army crawled across the floor reaching up to grab the phone off my end table, my heart was racing as I expected the person on the other end to ask me if I like scary movies. I pressed the speak button, shakily holding the phone to my ear as I spoke.

"Umm....h-hello?" I answered my voice quivering as I stuttered

"Hi um Alfred, are you alright?" The voice I heard on he other end made me blush

"Uh yeah why?" I asked sitting up leaning against the couch

"Umm nothing You just sounded scared, you haven't been watching scary movies again, have you?"

"Nope, umm the phone just kinda startled me..." He admitted blushing as he realized how stupid he sounded, the person on the end giggled

"Uh okay then, anyway I was wondering if you could help me paint my porch today?" He paused i heard him fiddling with something "and um pick up some paint?"

"Sure sounds like fun! I was bored anyway"

"Really?! You'll help?" He asked surprised

"Yeppers! A hero always helps out" I boasted giving a thumbs up to no one in particular

"Thanks come over at one, bye!"

"Wait! What colour of pai-" the phone beeped as the other end cut off I sighed we'll I better get dressed.

Arthur's pov

I put down the phone surprised he said yes, my cheeks were flushed just from hearing his voice, oh god this little crush was getting bad. I first went to my room changing into a black tee shirt and some jeans, usually I'd wear some nice dress pants, a button up shirt and a sweater vest but I would want them to get stained with paint. I then headed to the bathroom to get ready, only about fifteen minutes till Alfred was suppose to be here. I stared into the mirror frowning at my appearance. My hair stuck up in random places my dull green eyes had grey bags under them and then there were my eyebrows... I stuck my tongue out at myself, slightly chuckling at my childishness.
I started to make an assortment of weird faces in the mirror none of them helped my situation bit it was quit amusing, I started laughing. I then attempted to smile but it didn't help me look any more attractive it was kinda creepy! I sighed rubbing my head trying to flatten the messy hair but it stubbornly bounced right back into place. I sighed as I turned on the sink, sticking my hand into the cool water, rubbing my hair down but it stuck right back up, I glared up at the stubborn locks. I then splashed my face rubbing my eyes as if I could rub away the ugly.