A Bought Boyfriend (USUK)

Chapter 3: Drunk Bar Fights With Your Ex

"I'm a pain?! Do you even know what you're saying?!" The East Amin with huge eyebrows was infuriated. "It doesn't even make sense, you stuck up little- brat!" Arthur knew that there had been cameras everywhere, and Alfred was being so stubborn when he was drunk. 

"Me a brat!? Ahahaha! That's so funny cause I was just thinking about how you threw me out of bed yesterday!" Alfred hiccupped, laughing hysterically in 'victory'. 

Arthur shook his head, letting a breath escape him. "We're going home." He snatched up the prince's arm, dragging him outside with his eyebrows furrowed downwards. Shoving Alfred into the passenger side, he trotted around, slipping in the genticer. He started it, beginning to drive. Arthur had gotten too used to the routine. Almost every Saturday, until recently, Alfred had escaped to the bar with his rich friends, and got ridiculously drunk. The East Amin didn't exactly like alcohol, but when he did have it, he surely couldn't remember the night after it.

"-and you're such a stick in the mud all the time, why of all people, you had be the guy I had to kiss?! I mean, you're a lousy servant, annoying-" Arthur hadn't heard Alfred talking until this insult slipped out. Arthur's face was a deep red in anger and hurt. He had been serving Alfred since he was 9 years old, and he didn't think the prince would become friends with him, but Alfred would at least appreciate his services to.

"Get out!" Arthur slammed the vehicle's breaks, unlocking the door and looking out the windshield. The Prince sighed, huffing another breath.

"Oh and that's another thing, you order me around, I'm the prince, you're a good for nothing butler, I command you!" Alfred hiccupped, glaring at Arthur through his glasses. The poor driver got out, slamming the door closed. He could hear Alfred yelling through the glass. That was that the last straw. 

"You good for nothing stupid, idiotic little snotty spoiled brat!" Arthur shouted, crushing his fist to the top of the new model genticer. He turned away, taking off his jacket and bolting into any direction away from there. Anywhere.

Arriving on a dark street, Arthur ran fingers through his fluffy blond hair. He didn't want to be in this stupid game anymore. The world may be heartless and cruel, but right now, he thought that they deserved to know the truth. Even if they 'broke up', Arthur couldn't continue being Alfred's servant. He knew the truth know and it hurt. He felt a buzzing from his jacket pocket, reaching inside it and yanking out his Trikia. 

"What you twat?" Arthur spat, definitely not in the mood for anything. Why did he even answer? Maybe... Just maybe that someone would care. 

"Wooooah dude, just get down here, alright? The press is buzzing bro." A female voice perked up.

"Delia, I can't." Arthur leaned against the wall of a dirty motel, definitely someplace he wouldn't want to stay. 

"Please dude? Come on, you're so sad! A little beer will get you to loosen up!" The drummer proclaimed, trying to convince him. "I'll be your best friend!"

"You idiot," Arthur chuckled a little bit. "You are my best friend."

"Where ya at bro?"

"It's 'where are you at' and don't call me 'bro'!" Arthur laughed a little more, untucking his shirt. "94356... Catering Lane." He stared at the street sign.

"On my way."

Alfred was already at a new bar, grinning triumphantly at the loss of his 'boyfriend'. Maybe he would be able to get a girl to leave with him. He didn't care for his responsibilites at the moment. The thought of the press knowing was not even in his head right now. Rocking out to the band playing, he felt a hand touch his. He turned around, smirking at the sight of a sweet young girl in front of him.

"Hello there... do I know you?" He asked, a little bit flirty.

"Sir, I was uh... wondering how many drinks you've had?" She asked, black hair tied up in a long flowy ponytail.

"Not many, you want some?" He offered the beer from his left hand. 

"No thank you." She shook her head. "I've been told to come pick you up and take you home."

"You sodding, idiot!" A familiar voice rung. Alfred shook his head, feeling it snap towards the noise. One foot in front of the other, he spotted a completely hammered Arthur trying to claw a female. "I'll kill you!"

"Woah woah! What's up?" Alfred asked rather casually, the alcohol not really appetizing anymore, and it wearing off. 

"This wanker hurt her!" He pointed to Delia, who rolled her eyes.

"Who is her?" Alfred asked, sighing now. Oh crap the headache was pounding and growing all at once and it was almost too much. "Artie Artie, who is her?"

"Her!" He pointed to himself. "Sh-she tore her apart a-and left her hanging!" Alfred laughed a little bit, only to be whined at.

"Okay okay, I think you've had enough." Alfred shook his head, picking up Arthur in his arms, who screamed and cried at the same. "We'll take that ride." 

"Yes sir!" The girl nodded, guiding them outside to the old fashioned mobile. Alfred placed himself in the back next to Arthur, who was still crying hysterically. 

"I-I don't wanna be some stupid toy anymore..."

"Trust me, you're not. You're much more crazy than a toy." Alfred laughed a bit. "Hey, stop crying dude. Man up."

"No."

"Why not?" Alfred pondered.

"Because in mah dreams, I'mma pretty princess... I wanna be a princess." Arthur slurred. "You lucky idiot... get to be the princess all the bloody time..." He sniffled.

Alfred spotted a small camera placed in the girl's hat, positioned to the mirror. "Don't worry... one day I promise, you'll be a princess. And a real one. You'll get all the pretty ponies you want, and I'll buy you all the dresses you want."

Arthur looked up at him, still insanely drunk. "Really?"

"Really." Alfred spotted the castle doors, thanked the girl, and carried Arthur inside. "Lets get you some sleep princess."

Meanwhile in the car, the girl smirked, switching her camera off. "Sir, the eagle is taking the bait."