One-Shots

Army Man

Arthur was worried. Alfred -the idiot that he is- signed up for the army and was now fighting in Afghanistan. Arthur would have joined too, but with his 'condition' he couldn't. And now, the idiot hadn't written to him in a month. A month!
Sighting, Arthur went to the kitchen and started making breakfast. Alfred was aupposed to be back next week, he'd yell at him for not writing then. Really, it was like the idiot tried to make him worry.
Hearing the bell ring, Arthur put down the plate he was making and walked to the door. Grumbling about who the hell would be here at this infernal hour -it was only six a.m.- and opened the door. "Hello Artie!" The man said and Arthur just stared at him begore saying, "You! Why haven't you written Al!". Alfred looked at him sheepishly and said, "Sorry Artie. I didn't mean to make you worry." Letting the american in Arthur smiled as Alfred kissed him. "Missed you." He mumbled before he said, "And why are you here? I thought you were coming back bext week.". Alfred pretended to look hurt and said, "Why Artie, I didn't know you wanted to get rid of me so much." Arthur rolled gis eyes and waited for a legitimate answer. "I got discharge a week early and wanted to keep it a secret. Now, is that breakfast i smell?" Alfred said, heading toward the kitchen.
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"Al! Come back here you overgrown child!" Arthur yelled as he chased Alfred throughout the garden. "Come on Artie! It was just a little bit of water!" Alfred said. A few moments before they had been washing the car when Alfred had the bright idea to use turn the (tuyau d'arrosage) on Arthur.
Panting Arthur glared at the younger male. Damn him and his army training. Alfred smiled and walked toward his boyfriend and took him in his arms. "Sorry. Forgive me?" He said and Arthur nodded reluctantly as Alfred picked him up.
Once they were back inside, Arthur went to their room to change before walking to the family room. "You're a menace Al." He said and the American smiled. "Artie... I need to tell you something." Alfred said, suddenly becoming serious. Arthur nodded to show his attention when the doorbell rang. "Wait up a second Al. I'm gonna answer that and I'll be back." Arthur said.
The English walked up to the door and frowned when he saw army officials in front. Did Alfred do something? "Arthur Kirkland?" The sergeant said. "Yeah. Is something wrong?" He said. The man looked at him sadly and said, "I'm sorry for your loss." And handed him a letter.
Arthur stared at them confused, not understanding what they meant. This only happened when someone died but Al wasn't dead. Quickly he closed the door, running to the family room. "Al!" He said, eyes widening when he saw the empty room. And there, on the desk was written on a blue post-it, "I'm sorry Arthur, I love you... Forever and always."
The End