Hetalia One-Shots

UsUk : Daily Quarrels

  In a very sweet house, surrounded by sweet bushes, in a sweet neighborhood, burst horrible screams and dreadful shouts. All around the house stomped a steaming man, boiling with anger. Right behind him trailed his husband with an irritated scowl. The neighbors of this sweet couple were used to their unpleasant quarrels and incessant bickering. But none really minded as both men never went too far and always made up affectionately.

  Arthur was mumbling bitterly as Alfred paced around madly. They stared harshly at each other provoking the other to speak. Their little game continued for a while until the short Brit spun around holding a finger up.

  "You always. Bloody. Do. This," stated the blond fiercely. Alfred scoffed and slapped his arms to his sides.

  "And you always overreact!" retorted his lover with a nagging tone. Arthur fumed and stepped closer to the American. His green eyes were clouded with anger and his bushy eyebrows knit together.

  "Overreact?" he repeated raising his voice, his foreign accent perking up. "I am not overreacting! You ruined my barbecue!"

  "You were setting our lawn on fire!"

  "And you needed to throw our grill in the pool? With all our meat?"

  "Oh please! I was doing us all a favor! Those burgers were begging to be drowned!"

  "Are you implying my cooking is bad?"

  "I'm telling you your cooking is atrocious!"

  Arthur froze and squinted his eyes. He sighed grimly and crossed his arms raising his chin. He pursed his lips and looked away, trailing his tongue over his teeth in thought. Alfred realized what he had said and closed his eyes guiltily. He reached out to lay his hand on his husband's shoulder but the short blond smacked it away.

  "Arthur... Please I didn't-"

  "I know you bloody meant it!" cut off the Brit blinking away tears. He turned around and bit his lips together. Tapping his foot crossly, Arthur tried to sort out his thoughts before sharing them with his partner. Alfred slid his hand over his face in desperation, searching for something to make up for what he said.

  An idea sprung into his mind and he stepped towards Arthur. He lifted the angry man by his lower chest and hugged him tightly. The green-eyed blond coughed as his air was abruptly cut off and held onto the American's arm.

  "What are you doing?" he cried out in bewilderment. Alfred didn't reply and simply spun Arthur around, rocking him side to side. The Brit begged him to stop as they were madly twirling around in their living room. Shortly after, he relaxed and sunk into Alfred's embrace, laughing wildly.

  Both fell to the ground in each other's arm, laying in a pile of giggles. Alfred trailed over to cup Arthur's face and pressed his nose against his husband's.

  "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ruined your barbecue. And I shouldn't have insulted your cooking," he apologized sticking their foreheads together. Arthur entwined his fingers with Alfred's and shrugged.

  "I'm sorry for getting mad and overreacting. And you're right, I am a terrible cook," admitted the Brit with a crooked smile. "I just wanted to make you happy with your favorite food... I guess I'll leave you the grill next time..."

  Alfred scrunched up his face feeling touched. He sat up and held the blond tightly. His fingers raked his lover's hair and he smiled against the crook of his neck.

  "It's okay. You can cook whenever you like. I'll eat it anyways. But just try to stick to pastries... It's what you make best," he murmured softly, making Arthur shiver and twitch at the vibrating feeling against his skin. The green-eyed man beamed and caressed his beloved's hair.

  "Thank you love... I will."

  They put a definite end to their argument by sealing it away with a tender kiss on the lips. Alfred stood up and held his hands down to help Arthur. Their fingers entwined and the tall blond heaved his husband to his feet. They swayed back to the kitchen to grab some sweets as they always did after a fight.

  The rest of the afternoon was spent on the sofa, legs laced with each other, throwing candy in one another's mouth hoping to score. Their sweet laughs filled their sweet home, creating the warmest, loveliest, and sweetest of moods.