Smiling in the Darkness

Chapter 3 - Friendly Moments.

A.N:

I finally managed to find some to find some time to upload this. uwu
I hope this part is okay, i kinda rushed to upload it-

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Arthur stood still for a moment, trying to process what just happened. Alfred gave him a shirt. With the Superman logo on it. He cant possibly be serious?

"No- Wait- What! Nothing embarrassing?! It's a bloody superman t-shirt! How is that not embarrassing!?" Arthur replied as he heard Alfred hurry off to the kitchen. Letting out a long sigh, the Brit pondered to himself if he should move or not. After a while, he finally decided to continue walking down the hall, holding out his hands per-normal.

While Arthur was taking his time to walk down the hall, Alfred had put Arthur's dirty clothes into his washing machine and turned it on. "There.. they'll take all night to wash and dry though.." Alfred mused out loud to himself. He shrugged and just settled on an: "oh well." And left his kitchen to find Arthur. He didn't see him in time and walked into him, Arthurs hands that were still out in front of him to help him, now on Alfred's stomach.

Suddenly walking into something warm, Arthur froze, wondering what it was he moved his hands slowly up the American's chest feeling fabric beneath them. "Alfred...?" He asked curiously, trying to figure out who it was.

Alfred blushed madly (Goddammit, why now?) as Arthur's hands travelled up his chest. He covered his mouth to make sure nothing escaped, he doesn't think he could live it down if he let out an un-manly squeak. Does he not know its me?

Moving both his hands, Arthur placed them gently on Alfred's cheeks. Lightly brushing his fingertips over the American's glasses, Suddenly then Arthur knew who it was. Alfred. Not moving his hands Arthur spoke with a small smile, having no idea that the other was blushing like mad. "Ah, it is you Alfred. I didn't quite know who it was for a moment. Please tell me that you didn't place my shoes in the washing machine along with my clothes?"

The (very red) American didn't speak for a few moments, just watching Arthur's fingers move over his glasses, then he quickly blurted out: "N-no dont worry.. I Didn't!" Alfred didn't expect his voice so break half way through his sentence, he could just say it's because he's a teenager? Yeah, its normal for teenagers.

With a innocent blink and noting something odd about the other, Arthur lifted his hands away placing them back down to his side. Knitting his eyebrows together he spoke slightly worried. "Alfred, are you alright? You sound like your coming down with something..."

"Uh y-yeah im fine.. dont worry about me, but um".. Alfred coughs to try and stop these constant voice breaks. "Is it a bit hot in here? heh.." He asks, tugging on the collar of his shirt slightly before he remembers that he should probably tell Arthur about his clothes. "Oh and um.. your clothes wont be done untill tomorrow.."

"Maybe a drink might sort it." Arthur suggested when he heard the crack in Alfred's voice before raising a brow. "Until tomorrow? That's a bit of a pain in the arse... How's the weather? When I arrived here it was just starting to snow..."

"Uh.." The taller blonde mumbled before turning his head slightly to look out a window near by. The snow is getting quite heavy. "Its like a blizzard out there.. Maybe you should stay over for the night? O-only if you want to though!"

"Er..." A bit taken back by the question Arthur let out a sigh. "Seeing as it seems that bad and the roads will be horrid... I'll stay the night Alfred. If that's alright with you?" He asked tilting his head curiously.

"Yeah its fine!" Alfred thought over what would happen for the night. He honestly didn't trust Arthur on his own, he didn't want him to get hurt in anyway so maybe there would be a way he could make sure Arthur didn't get hurt but for the Brit to still have a place to sleep? "Its Just, i dont have any spare bedrooms.. The one i do have is filled with Boxes.. So ..Heh," He scratched the back of his neck nervously, "Down here will be pretty cold if you were to sleep on the sofa.."