Americas issues

We Know~

Arthur spent the next few days relaxing his foot, Alfred was more then happy to take care of him and make sure that he had every- thing he needed and that his ankle would heal properly. It took a lot to convince the stubborn Brit to allow Alfred to care for him, luckily his foot was better within a few days.

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The two blonde nations were cuddling on the sofa when the Brit's brothers walked in, "Get up. We're going out for bevies," the Scotsman ordered.

Arthur got up and started to head towards his old room, where the couple was staying during their visit. "Wait dudes! What about Peter? He's only twelve, so like I don't think the little guy should be drinking…"

Alistair glared,"Of course not, ye dobber. He's-

"I'm going to go to Erland's (Ladonia) house!". The small nation declared with tinted cheeks.

Dylan chuckled and ruffled his brother's hair, "Peter is mewn cariad with Erland~" he cooed.

He blushed deeper, "I-I'm not! He's just my super cute, super nice, awesome and bestest friend!". He pouted.

Alfred smiled, "Alright little dude, whatever you say". Peter growled and stormed off to his room.

"Leave the little git alone" Arthur smiled and dragged Alfred to the room.

Once they were out of earshot Alistair turned to his two younger brothers, "Alright, we're getting wee lil' Art blootered. Dylan, we usually make you be the designated driver, but this time we'll make Alfred drive and see how well he can handle a drunk Arthur". He stopped talking as they came back.

"Just change, you bloody twat!" Arthur yelled.

Alfred chuckled, "Why? Are you jealous baby~?".

"Of course not! Just put on a jacket or change your bloody top!". Alfred smirked as he slid his bomber jacket over his black tank top that showed his toned arms and too much of his chest in Arthur's opinion. "Thank you," the short blonde mumbled and put on his union jack jumper, so Alfred had no excuse to take his jacket off.

Alistair, Dylan, and Leary giggled softly as they watched their little brother attempt to hide his jealousy. "Are ye dobbers ready yet?" the eldest of the kirkland brothers asked.

Alfred glanced at his small boyfriend and nodded, "All set dudes!"

"Good, you're the designated driver".

 The cheerful American frowned, "What? Dude, no fair!".

"What did I tell you about calling me 'dude' Alfred F. Jones?" Alistair snapped.

The tall blond hung his head as the five of them walked to the car, "Sorry sir".

Dylan lightly hit his brothers arm, "Ali, don't be so mean" he whispered.

~Lazy Time skip to a few hours later~

        Francis had met up with them and had his fair share of wine. In fact everyone was intoxicated. Everyone except Alfred….

        At the moment Alfred was regretting all life decisions, like letting Arthur drink with his brothers. Or leaving the intoxicated Kirkland brothers and Francis alone for a minute while he went to the bathroom.

         Francis was trying to strip, Arthur was yelling at Francis, Alistair was yelling at Arthur, Dylan was yelling at Alistair, and Leary was flirting with a house plant.

        Alfred sighed and interrupted their fight, successfully getting punched in the face...three times. He got Leary and somehow got everyone into the car.

        That was still hell, Francis was sitting on Alistair's lap and they were doing stuff that nobody should have to see. Let's just say Francis was loud…. Dylan was sleeping, Leary  was throwing up into his girlfriend, and Arthur somehow managed to unbuckle and move from the passenger seat and into Alfred's lap, only to pass out. He sighed and kissed the blonde's head. He was never going out with the five of them again…

~The next morning~

        Alistair woke up with a mind splitting headache and so did everyone else, besides Francis… he had pain in other places. Arthur was still sound asleep considering he was an extreme lightweight when it came to drinking. He also drank the most, since Alfred didn't let him drink often.

Alfred was currently making breakfast, while Peter chatted on about the Ladonian boy, showing Alfred exactly how obvious his crush on the micronation was.

Francis, Alistair, Leary, and Dylan came into the kitchen as Alfred finished cooking. He served them with a too cheerful smile, the morning after was probably the only part Alfred enjoyed about being the designated driver. "Alfred shut yer fecking mouth, ye spency".

He chuckled, "Alright dude, but I haven't even said anything".

"Yer smiling tae damn much," he grumbled. Alfred bit back another laugh as the six of them ate. The five Kirkland's shared a look, that the oblivious American didn't notice. The redhead cleared his throat, gaining Alfred's attention. "Alfred lad, we know aboot ye wanting tae propose tae Arthur".

The blonde nearly choked as he heard that. "I um….I don't...w-what um do you dudes mean?".

"Deh ye dare lie laddie. We saw the ring while in yer bag, when ye first goat here".

"Fuuuuuuu….well so I was planning to propose, but I got hellllla fucking nervous and I don't know why?! I mean I'm the hero! And hero's don't get scared about proposing to their girl or like guy! But I was scared you guys would say no when I asked and then I got tickets to London, so I could propose their, but I was terrified he would say no!".

The Scottish nation chuckled, "Alfred haud yer wheesht and trust me. Arthur is nut over heels for ye. Deh worry aboot it".

Alfred hesitantly nodded, "Y-yeah. It it'll be fine…Arthur loves me r-right?"

Before Alistair could answer a hungover blond walked in. "Of course I do you bloody plonker," he replied and sat on Alfred's lap.

He nervously chuckled,"Love you too, babe….Did you see the pills and water on the bedside table?"

"Yes, thank you love". Alfred nodded and handed him a plate and a cup of tea.

After a few minutes Leary cleared his throat as the four brothers stared at Alfred.

The tall blond looked down at his short boyfriend nervously. "Um… So um babe. I was have tickets for London after this if you um wanted to go?"

The ever grumpy Brit looked like a kid on Christmas. "Really?! You're the best love!". He gave Alfred a small peck on the cheek, embarrassed that his brothers were watching.

Alistair frowned, "deh be shy Art, gie the lad a proper nip".

Alfred skillfully hid a blush, "Hey Artie, you don't hav-". The American was cut off, by a rough but passionate kiss. It didn't take more then a second for the taller blond to melt into it. The two continued the loving kiss until the Kirkland brothers started whistling.

The small Brit immediately pulled away. Dylan uncovered Peter's eyes, chuckling. Alfred smiled down at his lover happily. "We should go pack baby, the flight leaves at 5:30 tonight. Arthur nodded and finished his food before running up the stairs.

As soon as the small nation disappeared, Arthur's brothers turned to the tall blond. "Ye hurt Arthur and yer dead...now good luck laddie" The Scottish nation said before Alfred ran to catch up with his boyfriend.