USUK- I love you more than Nutella

I swear Alfred wouldn't hurt a fly (I'm lying)

     "And when did you suppose that I'd let you get away with that?"

       Alfred had cornered Toris, smirking. "You spilled juice on my expensive (not really kids, don't believe him) leather jacket?"

       Torin shook nervously, "N-No... it was an accident!"

      Now you see, the Lithuanian teen was very afraid of being killed. He wasn't very afraid of being killed per say, more like afraid of being killed by Alfred. And to his surprise, Alfred let out a laugh. Torin almost fainted from relief. "It's ok, don't worry. I'll let you off this time."

     Torin stared at him. "Y-You're not going to kill me?!"

     Alfred stared at him and stretched, "I've had people do worse thing to me. Why? You want me to?"

      Before Torin could respond, his boyfriend threw his arms around his neck. "No, he'd rather die in a lovers suicide."

      Alfred laughed. "Hey Feliks. Trust me, we're cool, I'd never hurt your boyfriend."

     "You better not!"

      "I wouldn't worry too much about it."

     And then terrified Torin fainted. And his boyfriend caught him. Just kidding, he was too busy staring at his ass. Alfred was on good terms with some, but not all. Let's be honest, he's a bad boy and you know maybe the next thing he's going to do his skip class, but no he's not because that's too cli-

     "Hey Gil, want to go skip class and get Starbucks or something?"

     I spoke too soon. You see Gilbert was a surprisingly good student and said no. Or maybe it was just because he couldn't do supposedly girly things like go to Starbucks and that was why he was on Alfred's hitlist... anyway... Alfred ended up going alone. And luckily for him, Arthur was working and bored. Not I have nothing to do and I'm going to make up people to keep me entertained bored, but rather if I don't have anything to entertain me right now I'm going to kill myself  bored. And Arthur truthfully almost did... if only you could kill yourself with a plastic spork. 

     "It's empty! Man... I was looking for someone to talk to," Alfred murmured as he burst through the doors. Okay fine... I lied... door. Arthur snapped his head up and murmured, "Oh welcome to Sporkbucks where we kill each other...."

      Alfred blinked in confusion before nodding and walking up to the counter, slapping a ten dollar bill on the counter. (Note from ten dollar bill: That fucking hurt) Arthur's head snapped up and immediately took in the person before him. He recognized him because everyone recognized him. He was Alfred fucking Jones! Arthur froze just as Alfred yelled as loud as he could, "MEDIUM GREEN TEA PLEASE"

     Arthur glared. "No need to be so loud git," he mumbled, writing down his order. Alfred laughed softly. Music to Arthur's ears. But you know... like country music that you immediately want to turn off. Okay, it wasn't a bad laugh, it just terrified Arthur. Get his order perfect or you're on his hit list! Arthur thought. He scribbled his name on the cup, because once again, everyone knew Alfred fucking Jones. Although Alfred didn't seem too bothered with how perfect Arthur was making his tea, he was just staring off into space, muttering about how he would kill Gil. This only freaked Arthur out more, causing him to make the whole thing to perfection and slam it on the counter. Nothing spilled. "Thank the lord..." Arthur murmured. 

     "Thanks bud!" Alfred said cheerily, taking the tea. 

     "Bud...?" Arthur murmured. He looked at the Andrew Jackson on the counter and stuttered out, "Y-You forgot this."

      Alfred gave him the most bewildered and weirded out look that he could manage. And then he laughed. He does this quite a lot when he feels awkward or is just genuinely amused. Guess which one he is now. "I paid with it..."

     "We don't want it..." 

     "..." Alfred relented. "Fine, I'll take it. On one condition!"

     Arthur froze. Again. He is a literal popsicle now. "What is that condition?"

    Alfred grinned. "You watch a scary movie with me Saturday."

     Arthur froze. "That's it?"

     "Well... At first I thought about treating you to a nice fancy dinner for how good this is and then I thought, 'Well I have no one to watch movies with' and dragged you into it!" Too mich information Alfred. Too. Much. Information.

      Arthur didn't mind. Alfred hadn't tried to kill him... yet.