A Bought Boyfriend (USUK)

Chapter One, Part Two: Pilot

No words could explain how angry Arthur Kirkland was. A man? Alfred Frederick Jones was not someone he was even remotely interested in. 

The man with the out of the ordinary cowlick suddenly picked up Arthur, as if he was a princess. A smirk on his face, the blue eyed man waltzed away, prouder than anyone there. All eyes were glued on the pair as Alfred walked, Natalia not the one in his arms. Easily guiding himself into the castle, Alfred set his 'boyfriend' down in a guest room.

Before Alfred could even begin his explanation, it was easily slapped away by Arthur's quick, and great aiming hand, which caused a bright red mark on his face. Both were shocked at the action, the British man no longer grinding his teeth together in anger.

"How could you do that to me!?" Alfred shouted at Arthur, a hand over the red, aching cheek. He still was the Prince, so he was supposed to be treated like one. Not even the situation he was in deserved such disrespect, especially from the servant. Or so Alfred thought.

"Aren't I supposed to be asking that question!?" The big eyebrowed man retorted back. "Did you think nothing of what I would feel like, what I'd have to go through!?" Green eyes bored into blue ones, hissing hateful words.

"Excuse me! You're my BUTLER! I pay you!" Alfred snarled back, knowing he had won due to the silence that filled the room.

Arthur sighed, burying his face into his hands. Peter was his younger brother, who lived at the orphanage in the country, about 20 minutes away by genticer. Sadly, all of Arthur's family had died in the Great War, when his mother found out she was having a baby. 9 months later after the Great War ended, she gave birth to Arthur. When he was about 7 years old, his mom had Peter. His mother died giving birth. Peter had to be paid for at the Orphanage, since Arthur was over 18.

"Dude, I'll pay you." The Prince spoke up. "A lot more than you get now just for a measly date." Alfred gave a cheesy smile to Arthur.

"I can't do this-" 

"600 pounds per date!" Alfred offered, waving his hand around as if it was nothing.

"What?!" Arthur flinched lightly, not because he was about to refuse it, but because it was just so much money to just flaunt around.

Alfred raised a brow, then sighed in sadness. "Fine, 700 and even more for kisses and that stupid lovey dovey crap!"

"W-we are not kissing!" Once again, the Brits face flushed dark red in hatred, and embarrassment.   

"Please please, please! I'm begging you Arthur, please, dude?!" Alfred was willing to get down on his knees for Arthur to accept his offer.

"Fine... But only for my brother. Not for you! Oh, and just to let you know... I hate you!" Arthur scoffed. 

"Thanks dude! But er... don't tell anyone its an act or I'll drop you." Alfred threatened, hand clenching to create a fist. "As far as you know, I'm donating money to some charity." 

Arthur wasn't impressed. "Why not that you were saving it, idiot?"

"Cause I get what I want, and an allowance. Now, go get dressed into something nice, I have to announce our relationship." Alfred smirked.

Four hours later, Arthur was glancing at the anayisea set that had all of the comments, hate, and even disbelief that the Prince was gay. The Prince... the one supposed to take over the throne and produce an heir; loved men. The next thing he knew, Alfred was being pulled on stage of the TV show.

"Hello Alfred, it's nice to see you again!" Lyra smiled at the young, handsome man that thousands of girls were currently crying over. "Please, have a seat." She referenced the small sofa beside her, where he sat, left ankle on his right knee.

"Hello Lyra! How are you?" The obnoxious man chirped at her, flashing the million dollar smile. He was a natural on stage.

"Good good, how are you?" The brunette woman asked. "With all the reactions about your boyfriend?"

Alfred laughed a bit, Arthur rolling his eyes. He didn't feel like he should have to be here. "Ah, I'm actually really good. Nothing matters besides my little prince being happy."

Little Prince!?

"Oh, how sweet! Speaking of your relationship, when did you two confess or get together?" She interrogated the man who seemed oblivious.

"Um, around 6 months ago." He sweetly replied. "I couldn't help but fall for him. He's so... cute."

Oh yeah, SURE. Arthur thought. Tapping his foot, he pretended to be awed at the sweet remark, people backstage eyeing him.

"I think everyone wants to meet your boyfriend! Come on out Arthur!" She waved towards them, gesturing the other to come out. Putting on a sweet, shy face, he scurried to Alfred, plopping down in his lap like they said, burying into Alfred.

"Hello." His accent rung out, many awes ringing out through the audience. 

"Aren't you a cutie! I have a few questions for you both. Alfred, are you prepared to step down from the throne in order to be with Arthur?" Her Southern Amin accent matched Arthur's.

"W-wait..." Arthur looked distressed. "Y-You'd have to step down from the throne? I-I c-can't do that to you..." He looked shocked.

"Oh no, Artie baby... Don't think like that, I'm not going to lose you. Don't cry." Alfred wiped a tear out of Arthur's eyes.

"Y-Y-You can't step d-down..." Arthur 'broke down' on his shoulder, holding Alfred close. Alfred pushed him lightly back, so they'd face each other. "A-Alfred..."

"I'm not stepping down... I can get the mages to find a way to produce an heir. I refuse to let you go." Arthur listened to his words, thinking something like 'bollocks'.  But instead, he intertwined their fingers and smiled. "I love you Arthur." 

"I love you too Alfred." He sweetly replied back.

And the crowd went wild