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Arthur sat on his couch with a bottle of beer, staring blankly at the television screen in front of him. He was thinking about what had happened many nights before. The Allies were having a meeting at France’s house and he and Alfred had gotten into a serious argument about each other’s flaws. Alfred would insult Arthur’s cooking, then Arthur would counter with a comment about Alfred’s bad eating habits and his stupid ‘I'm the hero’ speeches. The debate soon turned to shouting, followed by some vulgar outbursts and a glass vase being flung across the room, shattering and cutting Alfred’s cheek. 

“Why…. Why won’t you just leave me alone?! I hate you!!”

Arthur could not get those words out of his mind. “Damn it… why do I always screw everything up?” he muttered, taking a large gulp of the beer. Usually, it was easy for him to get over the quarrels he had with Alfred, but this one was different. This one made him feel like someone was stabbing him in the heart, twisting the knife to be sure to make him feel the worst possible pain without killing him. Why was the pain so extreme?

You see, Arthur liked Alfred. A lot actually. He had only recently figured it out though. He always felt so nervous when he saw Alfred walk into the room. He believed it was only because they grew up together and it was awkward seeing each other in such a ‘professional’ environment. But the more he thought about it, the more he began to fall for the ditzy American.

He took a deep breath and sighed. “I haven’t seen him since that night… I wonder how he’s doing…” he set the beer down and looked at the clock hanging up on the wall. “…it’s only 3 o’clock…. Time sure does drag on when you’re alone…”   he closed his eyes, only for them to snap back open at the sound of the phone ringing. “Oh, bloody hell… who is it now...?” he forced himself to stand and go to the phone, using the wall as support every once in a while. He reached for the phone and answered drearily. “Hello..?”

“Hey, Arthur, it’s Alfred…” He perked up at the sound of his voice. Alfred NEVER called him for no reason, so why was he calling him now? “Uh… oh, hey Alfred… what’s up?” Arthur could feel his face getting warmer as he spoke. 

“Uh, I was wondering if you could help me with something…” Alfred said unusually timidly. ‘Why does he sound so quiet..?’ Arthur wondered. “Oh, uh... What is it? Is something wrong?” Arthur felt a knot in his stomach as he thought about what he was going to say.

The other line was silent for a moment. “Alfred..?” “Oh! S-sorry, it’s just… I… lost my Gameboy, and I can’t find it anywhere….” Arthur sighed. He should’ve known it would be something stupid like that. “..Well, why are you telling me this..?” he responded bitterly.

“Uh, well… can you come over to help me look for it?” Arthur felt his heart skip a beat and his face began to burn. He was wondering if this was real, or if the beer had gotten to him. Lost in his own thoughts he heard Alfred on the other line. “Hello?” Arthur snapped out of it and swallowed, trying to act normal. “Uh, yeah sure… I can come over… when should I get there?” he felt like his heart would burst if it beat any faster.

“Um... 3:30 or 4 works for me….” Arthur looked at the clock. That was in about 30 minutes! Arthur collected his thoughts and responded. “Uh yeah that’s fine… I’ll see you then.” “Alright…. Thanks…” Blushing, Arthur hung up and leaned against the wall. “I… I don’t get it…. Why would he ask ME to come over...? I thought he hated me……”  Suddenly he jumped up “oh shit, I’m a mess and I smell like beer!” He ran to the bathroom and cleaned himself up, panicking about his visit to the blue-eyed American’s house.

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Arthur climbed out of his car and walked up to the front door of Alfred’s house. He raised his hand to knock on the door but stopped. His hands were trembling madly and his stomach was in knots. He inhaled and exhaled deeply. “…C-Calm down, Arthur… it won’t be that long… get a hold of yourself…” he extended his hand to knock on the red wooden door. Soon after, the door flew open, Alfred standing in the doorway. It seemed like he had just woken up. His hair was messy and he was wearing a baggy ‘Ravens’ football t-shirt along with a pair of sweatpants. He had a little bandage over his cheek where the glass had cut him. He sure didn’t dress to impress. But neither did Arthur, who had a simple UK t-shirt and jeans.