Forever and Always is Complicated (UsUk Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty-Six

Author's Note: A good friend and fellow reader asked me when the wedding would take place. I'm here to say it will probably be the Twenty-Eighth or Twenty-Ninth chapter. Yeah I know it's not for a little while XD It won't be long tho! I promise!

Alfred's POV

I woke up and looked out the window, New York was looking fine today. I glanced over to my husband-to-be, sleeping like a baby.
"Oh you arse!" He groaned out suddenly, I laughed.
Was sleeping like a baby.
"What's wrong babe?" I raised an eyebrow, even if I knew what was wrong.
"You know what you did." He huffed out, glaring at me.
"Worked you too hard?" I winked, he gagged and turned away.

"Shut up you bloody git." He groaned, curling into a tiny ball. Oh my god how was he so fucking adorable.

"Baby, you can't be dying two days before the wedding. That's like...fanfic bad. We are not fanfic bad."
"There's some good fanfic."
"No."
"Yes there is! You bloody shit, you most likely read the most raunchy, terribly written things ever."

"I read anime smut, yes. But it's not 'raunchy' it's sensual. Even if the older guy is like...this dad-brother figure. And like the other one is raised by that brother-dad figure but at the same time they love each other and like...I don't know, the ship can be really confusing."

Arthur hummed, "Yeah, how gross. We're much better than those two."
"Times a thousand."

Arthur nodded his head, "Looooovee!" He whined out, throwing himself back onto the bed after attempting to sit up.

"What do you want now?" I asked like it was something that'll kill me. In reality I didn't care.
"I'm really sore and it hurts to move my legs." Arthur said, in a tone that practically said 'you should know this, we've had sex many time before.'

"What am I supposed to do about that?"
"Get me a bottle of Jack Daniel's and bring it to me, call it a day after that."
"Ohohohoho no. You are not drinking this early in the morning, or at all today for that matter."

Hell no, I'm not dealing with a drunk Arthur. Not again, it's so terrible every time.

"WEEEE!! LOOK AT ME! I'M A-A BLOODY..BIRD!" Screamed a drunk Arthur, who was currently on the top of a table at some fancy nightclub.

"Mon Dieu he's really enjoying himself isn't he..?" Francis whispered to Alfred, who was staring wide-eyed at his boyfriend, not quite so sure what to do.

"Amigo, your man knows how to have a good time," another one of Alfred's co-workers and acquaintances, Antonio, whispered.

"sHUT UP YOU BLOODY GITS! SURRENDER YOUR BOOTY TO ME, THE BLOODY PIRATE ABOARD THIS...T-THIS WONDERFUL BOAT!"

Alfred blinked, keeping his eyes closed.
This could not be happening.

"A-Arthur baby just get off the table it'll be better if you did-"
"sHUT UP YOU AMERICAN SCUM! Y-Y'KNOW, I TAKE A LOT OF YOUR SHIT. A LOT OF IT, AND Y'KNOW W-WHAT? I'M DONE! I'LL RUN OFF WITH AN ATTRACTIVE JAPANESE MAN OR SOMETHIN' WE'RE STILL WORKIN' OUT DETAILS UP HERE!"

Alfred's friend Gilbert burst out laughing, falling on to the floor. Alfred kicked Gilbert from under the table, the albino helped before shutting up.
"You deserved it."
The albino let out another string of strange laughter, it's noise being more of a hiss.
"Nein, mein friend you deserve to shut up. The awesome me needs to laugh at something as great as this."

"This was your idea, mon ami." Francis pointed out, poking the now dancing Arthur from the table with a pen.
"YOU BLOODY GIT! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH YOUR MASTER! I'LL KILL YOU LIKE I DID IN THE FRENCH-INDIAN!"

"Did he just bring up an ancient war?"
"It wasn't ancient you Spanish taco, it was only like..two hundred years ago. Anyway, he did just say he was in that war, against Francis."

"Now why would I participate in a war? Stress can age you faster and mon ami I will take no part in that," Francis stated proudly.

"Oh mein Gott! Francis I think I see... I see.. A wrinkle on your face!" Gilbert said, in an absolutely horrified tone.

"NON! IT CAN'T BE! I'M HIDEOUS! LOOK AWAY, ALL OF YOU!"

The night was not very fun, Arthur ended up vomiting into a trash can shortly after exiting the nightclub..
Then falling into the same trash can moments later.
The taxi ride home was revolting for Alfred.

I shuttered, "Yeah, I don't need a trash can mishap again."
"Don't be such a bloody git, there aren't any rubbish cans around."

I rolled my eyes, "Not happening."

Arthur whined, shoving his head into his pillow, screaming something along the lines of, 'You bloody idiot.' Nothing I wasn't used to.

Arthur's POV

"Well then at least come here." I suggested, tapping my hand patiently against the side of the bed Alfred previously laid.
"You sure? If you want I'll go downstairs, leave you all alone with the TV.." Alfred started walking out the door before I stopped him.

"No Love, I want you here, next to me. I don't bite, you do." I snickered, pointing to my neck.
"Good Lord if those show up in our wedding photos," Alfred laughed, crawling into bed next to me. "If you insist then I can't deny."

I smiled, "I'd hope not, that would be pretty bad."
"Your mom would probably high five you."
I smacked Alfred's arm playfully, "Alfred please." I chuckled. God, this guy was relentless sometimes.

We shared a moment of laughter for moments longer before we slowly died down into silence. But, it wasn't bad silence, but more like silence that was..nice.
"They don't hurt though, right?" Alfred asked, stroking my neck against the marks.

"Of course not, sure you were..really rough last night but I'm always okay. Unless you develop some new kink where you kill me than fuck my corpse." I suggested.
"Ew, gross. Those type pornos are so disturbing."
"Wait, what?"
"Nothing."

Alfred F. Jones, has watched people fuck other people. But, the difference is, those people are dead. Is he proud of that or something? Arthur Kirkland, sadly about to marry the guy who watched a living person have sex with someone of the dead. Arthur Kirkland, not proud.

Alfred rested his head on my chest while I played with his hair. We didn't talk, we didn't look at each other, we just enjoyed each other's company. It was always nice, moments where we could be so calm and collected, so quiet and yet enjoy it.

"So.. The wedding, two days. We'll be married."
"Yeah, I guess so.." I whispered, it felt like it was going so slow. Maybe torturously slow. Or maybe it was a good thing. We wouldn't know until we reached that moment in time.
"I can't wait to be married to you, do you know that?"
"I can't wait to marry you either Alfred, I still remember every detail about how you proposed."
"And everything after?" Asked a winking Alfred.
"Sure, Love."

Alfred reached up and kissed me without saying so, I smiled, kissing his back. How I ended up with this man-child-perhaps alien no one will ever understand. I still don't understand what he saw in me. But it was something, and now here we are, almost six years later. Getting married, thinking about children, growing up.

And I think, we like it that way. It's perfect, absolutely perfect.