*crack because I cant just give up on this* *its also not that good since I havent written in a long while*
"ALFRED."
"Yeah?"
"I WENT ON THE ONE SITE FRANCIS FOUND THAT YOU TOLD ME NOT TO LOOK AT."
Alfred sighed and trudged up the stairs and to his shared room.
"Which one is it now?"
"The fan fiction one."
"Why?"
"The frog said there was stuff on here about you and I wanted to give those people a piece of my mind. They shouldn't be talking about you without MY permission."
"What you mean YOUR permission, you arent my dad."
"No, but you were calling me-"
"NO. Don't. Please."
Arthur snickered. "But anyways, i have a question about this one phrase."
Alfred took a seat beside his boyfriend.
"What is it Artie?"
"What's the bedroom boogie?"
Alfred put a hand up to his mouth to stiffle his laughter.
"What? Spit it out lad, I want to know." Arthur looked the American in the eye.
"What in the bloody hell is the bedroom boogie?"
Alfred sputtered before rolling around on the floor in laughter.
"Alfred tell me now! What is it! Is it some sort of kink?"
Alfred shook his head quickly before sitting up.
"Well I guess in a way yes, if you like it rough."
Arthur turned a bit pink before turning away.
"Bug off."
"Hey, you were the one that asked, not me." Alfred stood and wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist.
"I love you, sweetie."
"And I love you, Alfie."
