Forever and Always is Complicated (UsUk Fanfiction)

Chapter Nineteen

Arthur's POV

Alfred and I were getting ready for our little date. He had been looking a little pale the whole time and I couldn't tell you why.

"Alfred," I snapped my fingers to get his attention. He looked behind him and saw me, my hands resting on my hips.
"Yeah..?"
"What's wrong Love?" I asked him, approaching Alfred, hugging him towards me.
"Oh, nothing. Just, a little cold."
"Eh? Really?"
"Yes."

He smiled and roughed up my hair, I groaned and walked away from him to the closest mirror in the house, mumbling curses at him.
"I worked hard trying to calm down my frizz." I rolled my eyes. "Fuck it. It's impossible to tell my hair what to do."
"I don't think you're supposed to tell your hair what to do. Your hair doesn't have ears."
"Shut up Alfred," I simply retorted, walking away from him and to my mum. She had been sitting on the couch watching some program.

"You seem happier now," she smiled, pausing the program, turning towards me. Alfred walked elsewhere, leaving me and her alone.

"Yeah, I guess I'm doing alright now," I shrugged. She grabbed my hands and held them in hers. So brittle, those woman's hands. But, they were always so firm, and they fit in my own. It reminds me of my childhood to be honest.

"Mama! Mama!" Arthur yelled, running around in the kitchen, giggling as his mother chased him around the dinner table.

"Elizabeth, control your child." His father, George would say. Elizabeth, the boy's mother would just roll her eyes and scoop up her son, giving him kisses all over his face.

Alistair would walk down the stairs and see his smaller brother be pampered by his mother and roll his eyes, going back up the stairs.

"Mama! Lemme down lemme down!"
"Okay Artie okay."

She let down her squirming son, aged five and couldn't help but smile and laugh at her boy. He loved to just run around.

"Boy! Stop running in the bloody house!"
Arthur would immediately stop, he turned his head at his father, still giggling.
"Daddy don't be rude," he stuck his tongue out playfully. George would set down the newspaper and push his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Arthur's father was a very serious man, sometimes very moody as well.

Arthur grew scared, had he made his father angry? It wasn't the first time, he always made his father angry.

"Boy do not run in this house, don't make me repeat myself."

The smile was prominent on his father's face. So clearly he was kidding. Elizabeth caught on, she acted serious like his father.

"Alright that's enough, I have to get ready for work," he kissed his wife's cheek, she turned her head to kiss his lips. She could taste the alcohol on his breath, causing her to sigh.

She bent down and smiled at a little Arthur. "Mama," the boy smiled at his mother.
She raised her hand up, Arthur did the same.

"My my, someone's hands are getting big." She commented.
"Nu! They're small because I'm a little boy!" He giggled.
"My little boy," she ruffled his hair.

"My little boy," she ruffed up my hair, he groaned again.
"Mum!"
She laughed quietly, kissing her son's cheek.
"Awh, I love ya baby boy. Why are you all dressed up?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, Alfred's taking me out for the night. Why do you ask?"
"Because you normally don't dress so nice."
"Oh really?"
"I kid, my little gentleman," she squished my cheeks.
"Little gentleman," I rolled my eyes, offended.

"Hey Mama," Alfred interrupted this mother-son moment, smiling.
"Where did you get a tux? Was that free? Did you pay for that? What?"

"...How do you clean up so nicely?" Mum simply asked, getting up off the couch, stroking Alfred's cheek. Like a mother would.
"Thanks Mama," he blushed, turning away.
She gave a nod of her head and turned back to me.

"So what're you boys going to do?" My mum asked, which is odd because she had just asked me that question.

"Oh I'm taking little ol' Arthur out on a dinner date." Alfred slung an arm around my shoulder. I rolled my eyes playfully as my mum cooed at Alfred.

"How cute! I hope you two have lots and lots of fun." She winked.
"Mum please," I rolled my eyes. She raised her hands up innocently, smiling.
"I'm just teasing Artie," she ruffled my hair, again.

God fucking dammit I love you mum but Jesus stop touching my goddamn hair.

"So where are you guys going to go?" Peter suddenly appeared out of nowhere, a smirk on his face,

"Uh..?" I turned to Alfred.

Alfred's POV

I explained my plan thoroughly to both Peter and his mother, I was afraid Peter would spoil.
"Don't say a word about it okay?"
"No promises."
"Peter-"
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding."
"Good."

Now here we are, getting ready to go when that boy came out.
"So where are you guys going to go?"
"Up your ass,"
"Alfred he's still my brother."
"I know," I whined.

"So do we go now?"
"Wait!" Elizabeth called out, causing me to turn around. I had turned around previously to look at Peter, giving the death glare.

"What?" Me and Arthur ask in unison.
"I want a photo!" She exclaims excitedly, clapping her hands.

Me and Arthur both shared glances. The emotion was most likely weirdness.
"Mum it's not prom. Why do you need a photo?" Arthur inquired, raising an eyebrow.
I knew why she asked for a photo, from behind Arthur I did the zipper-lip motion. You know what I'm talking about?

Anyway, she stuck her tongue out at me. I thought for a moment. You're a male model, a simple photo is not going to kill you. It's your fucking job.

"Alright Mama, we'll take the photos." I laughed as she continued giggling like a schoolgirl, clapping her hands like a child.

We did a couple poses for her before I stole the camera from Elizabeth, she arched an eyebrow, so did Arthur.

"I'm gonna borrow this real fast," I smiled, quickly kissing Arthur, taking the picture. Arthur was a little shocked but as soon as I pulled away his lips lingered next to mine, pretty much his way of asking for more. However I chuckled and walked towards his mother, handing her the camera.

"That one's going on the wall," she smiled at Peter. "As well as you and your little boyfriend." She whispered.

"BOYFRIEND?!" Me and Arthur yelled in unison, Arthur shuttered, backing up a bit.

"You're gay..?" He inquired.
"Uh..."
"How long have you and the dude dated?"
"...2 months."
"That's adorable!" I squealed, squeezing him in my arms. Arthur wasn't very happy though, his eye twitched and he made groaning noises.

"Ah, Brother don't worry, I'm just not sure what I am. With mum being straight and you being well...really really not straight—no offense.— It's just really hard to decide my sexuality at the moment. Just call me bi-curious."

Arthur wiped imaginary sweat from his forehead, "Okay okay.." Peter nodded his head.

Arthur clapped his hands and smiled at me, "Alright, enough of those scares! Me and Alfred have a date to attend to!"

I nodded my head as Arthur grabbed my hand and my keys, I laughed at his impatience.
"Alright family we'll see you when we get back!"

"Bye!" Elizabeth and Peter exclaimed happily.
We waved and got in the car after Arthur unlocked it.
I jumped in the front seat and Arthur sat next to me, grabbing my hand. I held his hand in mine whilst checking my pockets, cursing under my breath.

"What Love? What's wrong?"
"I forgot something!" I exclaimed, running into the house and grabbing it and running back out, getting back in the car with what I needed. Arthur gave a stare and I sheepishly smiled.

"What the bloody hell was that for?" He asked, continuing to stare awkwardly.

"You'll find out," I winked, he still gave me a confused look as I drove away from home.