Forever and Always is Complicated (UsUk Fanfiction)

Chapter Forty-One

Alfred's POV

"Alfred!" He whined, tugging on the bottom of my shirt. I raised an eyebrow, "Why are you on the floor?"
"Because!" He whimpered.

Elizabeth scampered around the house, running after a friend's dog that we'd been forced into sitting.
But hey extra money am I right?

Arthur tried to pry my jeans off and I glanced down with wide eyes. I nudged him away. "What are you doing?"
He whined, "Please?"
"You do understand I can't sleep with you right?" I said, it was an obvious reason.

"It's been nearly a month!" He continued whining, shaking his head. "You gotta let me, just a little?"
"Stop." I muttered, stepping away.
He huffed, "It's not like I ate her out."
"Arthur!"
"What? Do you want me to repeat myself?" He replied, standing up and straightened his posture.

I was somewhat disgusted by his words, looking at my wedding band, we'd discussed we'd only wear them in public, but I felt special today.
He must have took it at an excuse for sex.
Nope not today.

He glared at me, his green eyes narrowing at me and my dick. "I can't believe I'm being banned from even a blowjob. That's so unfair."
I sighed, rubbing my temple. "Arthur, you know what's unfair? Being cheated on and being disgusted at the thought of having sex with your husband, your lover. Wanna know unfair? Fucking yourself because you can't stand the thought of your husband touching you because he once touched another."

He blinked, scooting himself up against our bed. Or, 'our.'
"Alfred..how many times do I have to say sorry before I fall apart? Before our marriage falls apart?" He whispered, looking down. It was making him think, something about making him feel even worse about the situation makes me feel..wrong.

"I have to tend to our daughter," he muttered, walking away with his head down. I watched him slowly walk down the hall, to our daughter's room. I pinched the bridge of my nose. Arthur..

Arthur's POV

"If you hadn't cheated, where'd you be?" Matthew said in his normally quiet voice, sipping from his ale. I couldn't help but sigh, drinking from my own beverage.
"Everything'd be okay.." I said in his same hushed tone. "I'm such a fuckup."

"Arthur, it may have been your fault, and you may have engaged it-"
"Gil this isn't helping.."
"But you and Alfred are special."

I kicked my feet in the lake water, shrugging. "I don't know Gil. It's not the same anymore."
"Arthur, he's a lost dog without you." Matthew interrupted, he rarely did. Maybe he had a point?

"Thank you boy's. Say, Gil. Where's that wife of yours?" Alfred asked, crossing his arms as he approached us. I bit my tongue, turning away. Oops. Sorry Love.

"Oh, that Elizabeta...I'm sure Liebe is around 'ere somewhere," he said in his obnoxious German tone. The albino peered around before spotting the young woman. She waved, as did the two children next to her.

"Vati!" They screamed with excitement, waving their small arms.
Twins, they look just like their mother.

"They're a bunch of energy balls." He mumbled, shaking his head. "It's so bad."
"Look who the dad is," Alfred responded, rolling his eyes.
"Alfred be nice." I warned slowly.
"Oh, so I'm a baby now?"
"Alfred, please."
"Or a dog?"

My eyes narrowed, standing up. "Go be an asshole somewhere else!" I yelled, splashing him with water. He gasped, his sunglasses falling into the lake water. I saw his sly little grin. He was playing.
So was I, somewhat.

He chuckled, Gilbert and Matthew inching away from Alfred and I slowly. The game was about to start.
Eliza was playing with Gilbert's children, splashing around with them. We weren't too worried, Elizabeta was great with children. And with two daughters, she was extremely skilful with little girls.

Back to Alfred and I, we stood on the dock, glaring at each other. It was on.
"Whatcha gonna do Artie? You're trapped." He smirked, inching me closer to the edge. I chuckled, grasping him into my arms.

Our bodies were extremely close, rubbing anything against each other. Our breathing was even the same. It was perfect. The most contact we'd had in months, rest assured.
"You forget I studied the Pirates." I said slowly, inching closer to him. Our lips just barely touched, I grew hungry for more. I could hear Gilbert and Matthew gagging, however Elizabeta was getting rid of the kids. Wouldn't want to confuse the twins or mentally scar our daughter.

...More so.

Anyways, I reached into his swim shorts, playing with him. He gasped, pushing me into the water.
So close..
I swam to the surface, spitting out the water with a small smirk.
"C'mon asshole! Get into the water!" I screeched, laughing. Everyone looked at me like a madman. Arthur Kirkland-Jones has officially lost it. What can I say? We knew it'd happen sometime.

Alfred jumped into the water. The splash sent me under once more, trying to reach the surface. I tried swimming, I was slowly learning how. But now, it wasn't working? I was gone. I couldn't get up, I was just sinking.

I tried screaming, but my lungs burned too much. I closed my eyes, clawing for the surface. Nothing! I went further. No, I'm dead! No, I'm being overdramatic.

I began to panic, my heart beat palpitating faster, my breath turning more to hyperventilation. I tucked my legs and arms into my knees and allowed myself to sink.

Until I got pulled up to the surface once mods, gasping and coughing for air.
I looked over at the people around me, my friends, my husband, my panicked daughter screaming for Dad.
I'm right here, throwing H20 up beside you..

Alfred's POV

"Arthur!" I squealed, hugging him closely. Despite him throwing up water into my swimming shorts I held him. It felt good, even being angry, his body fit so perfect in mine.

"Alright git, I'm fine. Can you not drown me next time?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You're so weak.." I teased, and in reality I was a little afraid. But for now I teased. "I love you." I whispered, kissing him slowly.
He smiled, wrapping his arms around my neck.

"Dad! I thought you died!" Elizabeth yelled, kissing his cheek. I chuckled, playing with her shortened blonde hair. "Dork, Dad can't die. He's invincible!"
Arthur shook his head, "Everyone dies Alfred."
"Not you too." I huffed, glancing away. "I forbid it."

"Yay he's alive.." Gil mumbled, walking away, everyone else following except me and Elizabeth.

"You're so getting dunked for nearly killing me," I remember Arthur saying that night over the fire. Eliza saying it in her small voice too. Get me back for almost killing Dad.
They never did.
Daddy for the win.

Author's Note: A little fluff. Yay. Smut next chapter, FYI.
Oh, just so we're aware. I'm not going easy on y'all. I think this needs a little more angst.
Eheheheheh idk what tho, if you have suggestions pls share. I wanna end the story on an actual ending, no bs ending.
Please and thank you! Bai!

(Camping Idea based off SparklFace9000 and I)