Reach out for the Sun [UsUk]

Four: Teach Me How to Live

It was morning.

Sunlight crept through the window, reaching a sleeping figure of the Englishman and disturbing his sleep, making the man shift around just a bit before he opened his eyes, realizing that he was still sitting at his desk, surrounding by smudged writing and ink he had accidentally spilled while he wasn't aware of it.

Arthur blinked a couple of times, sighing at the new found realization. The story from last night was just a bit ruined, but he could still read it. Though the wooden desk - that was a different situation. The black ink from the small, dark blue glass bottle was absolutely everywhere, even in the reach of his sleeves and one unlucky notebook in the bottom left corner of the desk.

He left that as a concern for later.

Now, he needed to do a very important thing. Once he met Alfred, he mentally swore to himself to glance at the sky each morning, simply to admire its colour and brightness which he was not able to see earlier in life. So that was exactly what he did. Approaching the window, leaned against the windowsill and looked up to the light blue, infinite expanse which instantly left him with a mesmerized expression on his face, and the best of all, it reminded him of Alfred. More specifically, of his eyes. By the gods, his heart could melt just by looking at them!

"The world never ceases to amaze me." He muttered under his breath, getting lost in the moment.

I have to call Alfred. It's almost noon, and he told me that he wakes up early so... Why not meet up?

I hope he won't mind that.

So with that thought, he reached for his cell phone which proudly lay on the floor, probably there since last night. Dialing up Alfred's number that he received only minutes after the two met, Arthur felt a bit anxious - he certainly wasn't good with phone calls or, well, anything that included conversational skills. He severely lacked those since his teenage years, but slowly got adjusted to that over time.

"Hello?" From the other side, there was a tired voice, and the Brit immediately thought he had woken the boy up.

"U-uh, hi, Alfred. Did I disturb your sleep? Please forgive me if I did so."

"No, it's okay. I pretty much didn't even sleep." The American chuckled tiredly, and Arthur could swear he heard him yawn.

"Sorry to hear that. Do you... Do you want to meet up? Or are you too exhausted for it?"

"Gladly! Let me just put on some pants and I'm at your place in fifteen minutes." Alfred laughed halfheartedly and soon ended the call before Arthur could even muster out another word.

The Englishman sighed loudly, staring at his phone for a moment and then swiftly putting it in the front pocket in his trousers. Alfred didn't sound too excited to hang out, and that was actually quite worrying.

Perhaps he decided he didn't like Arthur? Or was it just the apparent lack of sleep?

He didn't want it to be the former. With slight uncertainty and hesitation about the phone call, he went straight to his bedroom to throw on some comfortable looking clothes which weren't scruffy like those that he slept in - a red flannel shirt and his typical, ripped dark blue jeans that he loved wearing not only for their coziness, but also the style. His hair was a total mess, but he didn't even bother running a brush through it. If nothing, it added to the modern style he was going for.He wasn't a person of fashion, but sometimes he appreciated a good look.

Especially when it was Alfred coming over to his place for the first time.

Fifteen minutes passed by too slowly for Arthur's taste, and so did five more after that. Of course, he didn't even expect Alfred arriving on time. But twenty minutes in, he heard three knocks on his front door, immediately running up to it and opening it in only a few swift motions.