The clatter and spillage of the warm liquid that was once being drunk by Arthur went unheard. As went the noise you made when you almost tripped over your own feet.
Both you and a certain Englishmen stared at the uncharacteristically serious American sitting in front of you.
After a few seconds of silence, you chuckled nervously.
"H-hey Alfie, don't joke about something li-"
"I'm serious." Alfred stated, still staring down your brother, who was merely staring back, bemused. You blushed red and started fiddling with your fingers.
"R-really?" You asked tentatively. Your small voice drew the attention of Alfred, who broke his gaze from Arthur's to meet your hopeful and shy one. You blushed even harder at the intensity of his eyes.
"Really." He smiled, standing up and taking your hands in his. "Will you let me be your hero?"
Even though it was probably impossible, you face flushed even darker. You grinned happily, letting go of Alfred's hands and pulling him into a bear hug.
"Oh Al, I-"
All of a sudden the two of you were yanked apart. A very flushed Englishmen now stood where you two had once been.
"___________, I can't let you be with this idiot." He growled, glaring at a shocked Alfred. You frowned, attempting to step towards Alfred, but were pushed back.
"Why should you have say over who I fall in love with?" You glared at him, earning a shocked expression in return.
Because you should have someone more like ME - a gentlemen." He rebutted, looking to the side. Sighing, you rolled your eyes and patted Arthur's shoulder, earning confused looks from the other two in the room.
"Arthur." You said in an authoritative tone. "Number 1. You may be adopted, but I only think of you as a brother."
Said man dropped his eyes, blushing. You smiled gently. "I'm sorry."
"Th-that's alright, love." He mumbled, blushing.
"Ahem." You coughed. "Number 2, the reason why you can't not let me date Al is because I'm already madly in love with him!"
You grinned, sprinting past a flabbergasted Arthur and grabbing an ecstatic Alfred's hand.
"You really love me ___________?" Alfred asked, hope in his eyes.
"Yep!" You chuckled, dragging him to the front door.
"____________, get back here!" Yelled Arthur, clearly pissed off.
You turned around, saluting your older bro. "Adios~!"
And with that, you pulled Alfred out the door.
That had been almost a year ago. Nowadays, whenever Alfred came around, Arthur was hardly ever polite, and Al was all too happy to oblige. Many arguments often ensued Al's visits. And on that note, you returned your thoughts to the men in the dining room, who were now having a full-blown argument.
"How the hell do you eat all those bloody hamburgers everyday? Now wonder you're so fat!"
"Oh yeah? Well, I don't even know what this is!" Al yelled, pointing to Arthur's "cookies" he had baked earlier that day. "Are you trying to poison me, the hero?! Totally uncool!"
Arthur stood up, banging his fist on the table. "My cooking is perfectly fine! You're tastebuds have been destroyed by all that grease you eat, you fat ass!"
Alfred jumped up, ready to flip the table. "OH HELLS TO THE NO."
"DAMNIT SHUT THE HELL UP BOTH OF YOU!" You yelled, now standing next to the table. Both men flinched, backing away from you.
"__-__________, I-" You glared at Arthur before he could finish. He backed further away. Reaching over and grabbing Alfred's hands, you pulled him over to you, kissing him fiercely. Arthur's mouth dropped and Alfred responded immediately, pulling your body closer to his. Reluctantly, you broke away from Al, who whined.
"But _________~! That was such a good kiss!" He pouted. You put your hand over his mouth.
"You're coming with me." You muttered, dragging him once again towards the front door.
Arthur had seemingly semi-recovered. "O-oi, you two-"
You turned and glared at him again. "I'll be back by ten. YOU CAN'T DEPRIVE US OF OUR LOVE!"
And with that, you and your awesome boyfriend were gone, leaving a sulking Arthur behind.
"Ah, l'amor~ " A silky voice called out from behind Arthur. Said man blushed, turning to face the French speaker.
"Y-you bloody git Francis!... w-what are you doing here?!" He yelled, trying to stop his cheeks from burning. A chuckle erupted from the other man, causing Arthur to blush even harder.
"Well, I missed you this morning, Angleterre! You left before I could even give you a good morning kiss~!"
Francis' eyes sparkled, relishing in the embarrassment of his lover. Arthur looked at his feet, mumbling.
"Hmm? What was that, mon cheri?" Francis questioned, leaning closer towards him.
Arthur sighed, emerald eyes meeting sky blue briefly.
"Y-you can have your morning kiss now, if you'd like."
Francis grinned, blushing ever so slightly.
"What was that?" He asked cheekily.
Arthur shuffled his feet, looking down at them in interest. "
Francis moved foreword, grasping the adorable Englishman's chin in his hand.