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【腐】べいえいまとめ2※ほぼ今までアップしたものです
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Alfred grinned at Arthur’s back, setting the cup down on the table and crossing his arms comfortably. “That’s definitely not the idea I was getting , I was feeling very pressured, or something like that~” he said, wishing Arthur would turn around. 

What were they doing down here anyway? It seemed rather pointless. Alfred glanced down at the cool tile floor. “This is actually pretty funny,” he mused, licking his lips absently. “Tried to have a nice time, didn’t work out so nicely, and now we’re in here…” He looked back up at Arthur, then back to his coffee, he had no idea where to place his eyes.

Eventually he settled on the back of Arthur’s messy hair. “Made some tea so we didn’t have to think of something else to do, subtly arguing and casually insulting each other so we don’t have to think of anything else to say.” He laughed now. How awkward. “Of course that’s why you made me coffee, you didn’t actually think of my drink preferences, did you? That would mean you care,” he teased.

Arthur stilled… Alfred called it funny, but Arthur found that unsettling. It wasn’t the first time their arguments came between something indulgent. He lowered his mug and bowed his head to gaze down at the contents. “We’re in here because I wanted a cup of tea,” he muttered flatly, “I made you coffee as an afterthought.” He finished resolutely, closing his eyes as he brought his cup back up to his lips.

He almost choked the tea down, forcing an uncomfortable gulp as he finally placed his mug back on the side. “I don’t like this, Alfred.” He paused, thinking, “I think we should stop doing this, this… random rogering.” Sniffle; when did he start crying?

"I’m getting swept away-" He explained with a sob, "I-I don’t know when I started forgetting myself-!" Arthur moved a hand up to wipe at his face, feeling a little bit better having unloaded; but… a little insecure over Alfred might react.
He fought the urge to turn around and confirm his fears that shivered his blood ice cold (or rather, his tiny burning nugget of hope); he couldn’t bear for Alfred to see him cry, although there’s no doubt he probably heard.

Arthur exhaled deeply, rubbing his face, “fuck…”

Perhaps he’d gone a bit too far with the comments about the coffee. Arthur’s face took a sudden stony quality and the air in the kitchen thickened noticeably. He must have said too much; Arthur’s back was to him but even Alfred could see the telltale trembling of his shoulders, though slight and discreet. 

Not that screwing around with Arthur, in all senses of the word, wasn’t fun. But it was random because Alfred had no idea how to ask for something more, for something more official. Though he supposed nothing like this was official between nations, not ever, though maybe they could change that. Alfred sighed a little to himself. Whenever he thought of asking Arthur for more, he always managed to convince himself that Arthur didn’t really want more, or he’d brush it off, or get irritated, it wasn’t exactly hard to imagine- he was very difficult to read.

Alfred stood then, posture tense. “So…” He moved across the small room and closer to Arthur, determined. “Why not let yourself?” he murmured, touching Arthur’s shoulder gently, but firmly. Why not? "If you forget, I’ll remind you~" he added. Not that he had any idea what he was saying. Perhaps trying to get him to smile.

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Every radio station had been interrupted for a quick message warning the people in the area of bad rainstorm, thunder, lightning, wind, the works. With a light hum to himself, Alfred switched off the radio in his car and turned the vehicle off, shoving the key in his coat pocket. As he climbed out of the car he glimpsed the graying sky; it was more like a ceiling of stratus clouds. At this rate he could be caught in the rain before he reached the front door. He was looking forward to a big hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows.

Alfred locked up the car and jogged up to his house, but stopped before he could make it all the way. "Who the hell…?!" Alfred’s eyes widened uncertainly at the sight he was met with; someone was already there, were they trying to get in? Caught off guard, Alfred took a breath to compose himself before walking up behind the person, if he could just see who it was and maybe see what was wrong…?

"Hey, are you lost?" Alfred managed, and fought the urge to cough uncomfortably, because wow that was the most cliche way to start a conversation with a stranger. He peered down at the man curiously but couldn’t see much of his face, obscured by a fiery mess of bangs.

Charles froze, slowly turning to look at Alfred with his eerily bright crystal blue eyes. Recognition, with a hint of horror, filled his look as his lips spread into a dodgy grin. “Well met,” he greeted, moments before he was hit with the realisation that Alfred didn’t know!

"Ah! With you in the way, I had to come; see?” He explained, “hate to break one of your…” his eyes swivelled as he turned his head towards the nearest window. He didn’t finish his sentence, he just stopped there.

But he gave up picking the lock, stepping back in an act that should have seemed polite; but really wasn’t under the circumstances. His irises practically glittered as he waited for Alfred to unlock the door. Thoughts were bouncing around his mind as he stayed silent; thinking… With that eerie smile on his lips.

To say Alfred was confused was a hilarious understatement. What. Was that even an answer? “Uh…” There was something familiar about his voice, just looking at him reminded Alfred of someone, but he couldn’t place it. The man took him completely off guard, his response boggling. “In the way…? Dude, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Alfred managed, growing more wary of him by the second. “But if anyone’s in the way, it’s you; you’re blocking my door, after all,” he explained, uncertain. 

As the strange man stepped back, something dawned on Alfred. “W-Were you picking my lock? Who are you?” he asked, voice a little louder now, uncertainty slowly morphing into suspicion. Light rain began to fall behind them, but they were safe under the awning; it wouldn’t do when the rain got heavier though; Alfred really wanted to get inside. But not with this guy, he seemed strange.

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Alfred grinned at Arthur’s back, setting the cup down on the table and crossing his arms comfortably. “That’s definitely not the idea I was getting , I was feeling very pressured, or something like that~” he said, wishing Arthur would turn around. 

What were they doing down here anyway? It seemed rather pointless. Alfred glanced down at the cool tile floor. “This is actually pretty funny,” he mused, licking his lips absently. “Tried to have a nice time, didn’t work out so nicely, and now we’re in here…” He looked back up at Arthur, then back to his coffee, he had no idea where to place his eyes.

Eventually he settled on the back of Arthur’s messy hair. “Made some tea so we didn’t have to think of something else to do, subtly arguing and casually insulting each other so we don’t have to think of anything else to say.” He laughed now. How awkward. “Of course that’s why you made me coffee, you didn’t actually think of my drink preferences, did you? That would mean you care,” he teased.

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Alfred wasn’t surprised by that answer, he didn’t have to wonder why it seemed longer than weeks, the torture he must have been through. His helpless laughs and weak coughing were a little painful to hear. Alfred would later wonder what the hell had gone on this facility.

Arthur’s question confused him though, had exasperated him as well. “Why would you ask that at a time like this…” he said lowly, eyes focused on the the lock in his hand. “I’m… fine I guess, a whole lot better than you.” Alfred grunted as he tried to figure out the lock. A pin wasn’t going to help, the keyhole and locking mechanism were too large and too advanced. He quickly realized that force was what was going to open the cell.

Alfred glanced at his gun and then up at Arthur again, who was now struggling to retreat further into the corner he’d made himself comfortable in. “Artie, please, is there anyone around?” He didn’t want to make too much noise in case someone was alerted to his presence. But it didn’t look like there were too many other options. Alfred cocked the gun and took a step back, casting another worried glance at Arthur before shooting a couple of bullets directly at the lock, hoping the force would burst it open. “Agh… cuz they sure heard that.”

Arthur flinched violently, quickly trying to bring his hands up to cover his ears at the terrifyingly loud bangs of a gun, ceasing his humming immediately. He froze thereafter, his eyes widening at a realisation. He lifted his head slightly, to catch sounds better.

"It’s… really you?" He asked in his ever-raspy voice, thick with disbelief. There was absolutely no way he imagined such an awful loud banging sound, or the light gust of cold wind that brushed over his body as the door swung open. He didn’t move, however - He couldn’t see, and hadn’t the chance to be independent enough to compensate for his lack of vision.

A painfully thick lump filled his throat, his voice cracking as he sobbed, “Alfred-” Tears overwhelmed his eyes violently and poured down his cheeks thickly, building up for the months he kept them at bay; more from a sense of relief he’d long abandoned than anything else. He’s going to be rescued.

Alfred eyed Arthur carefully, he’d changed moods very suddenly, but didn’t linger on the thought for too long. “Yes, it’s really me! Alfred! The one and only!” he replied, stepping over the threshold and into Arthur’s cell, reaching back and propping the door open as an after thought.

"How dare you forget me~" Alfred teased, making his way over to Arthur’s corner. He really hated seeing the Briton in this condition; he was supposed to be strong and level-headed, like Arthur always was, not weak and exploited. He leaned down. But why hadn’t he gotten up yet, surely he’d be anxious to be out of the cell. 

"Artie? Can’t you stand?" Alfred asked, voice laced with concern. What if he actually couldn’t? His legs… "They didn’t do anything to your legs, did they? Arms? Well, besides this horrible thing…" he added, reaching down for Arthur and fiddling with the clasps on the straitjacket to work him free of its binds. 

{{ I edited the previous post, I completely forgot that I originally wrote him wearing a straightjacket - And I’m usually a sucker for continuity, and try to remember minor details to go with. Damn it. Kicking myself so hard right now. :C }}

Arthur hung his head to try and hide his face from Alfred, feeling shame at his weakness. He felt hope burning his chest once again, which was something he thought he’d never feel again.

Arthur shook his head when Alfred asked if they did anything to his legs. A shiver filtered his spine as he felt his arms loosen in their holds, muscles in those limbs aching with relief as they were finally free. The first thing he did was move his still-covered wrists and hands up to his face and wipe off the mess that crying left in its wake. His eyes still felt wet, but relieved.

He lifted his head then, unfocused eyes not quite seeing as he used his clothed hands to feel the walls and shakily pull himself from the ground.

Alfred reached over to help Arthur stand but he managed to do it on his own, leaning on the walls for support. “Good thing, you need all your limbs fully functional,” Alfred murmured, a hint of a smile in his voice. He looked around Arthur’s place near the wall to see if he’d been shackled to anything. When no chains or ropes were found, Alfred turned back to Arthur.

"Let’s get outta here. Can you walk alright?" Probably would have been good to ask that before. "I’ll help you out if you can’t-" he began, but was cut off by a sharp clang coming from a ways down the dark corridor. Alfred’s eyes widened in the dim, murky lighting of the cell. He swallowed thickly. “Quickly,” he muttered, and pulled Arthur out of the cell.

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imagineyourotp:

Imagine your OTP taking a shower or bath together, but instead of getting frisky they innocently goof around in the water and wash each other’s hair and relax in each other’s arms.

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Human AU where Alfred is a dork who’s crushing on the local hairdresser = u = b 

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Human AU where Alfred is a dork who’s crushing on the local hairdresser = u = b 

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