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"Hey Artie!" You chirped happily through your cell phone.
"Good morning Miss (Name), I'm sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you could do me a favor," replied the Brit.
"Oh, but of course! Whatever can I help you with, my good sir?" You joked, using your shoulder to hold up the small electronic as you moved about in your kitchen putting groceries away.
"Could you watch Alfred for me while I'm gone?" Your face lit up at the thought- Alfred was like a son to you, and you loved him like family. Besides, a chance to see Arthur before he left for whatever business he had? How could you miss up on that, considering your (hopefully not obvious) feelings for the green-eyed man.
"Did you even need to ask me? I'll be over there in 20 minutes. Seeya then Kirkland!" And with that, you put away your phone, pulled on your shoes and (f/c) jacket, and set out for England's house.
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"(NAME)!!" Shouted your blue-eyed "son" as the door opened. Not a second later you were tackled to the ground with two small arms wrapped around your stomach.
"Hey kiddo," you laughed, ruffling his hair.
"Alfred!" You snapped your head up at the familiar voice to see Arthur standing at the door with his hands crossed in a scolding manner. "Why did you do that to Miss (Name)?"
You only laughed and shook your head. "Its fine Artie, he's just being a kid. And what did I tell you about saying 'Miss'? There's no need to be so formal."
"Sorry, it's just a habit," he explained, before walking over to you and helping you up. America still was latched to your side, and didn't let go even after the three of you had entered the British man's house and were sitting down.
"I have some business I have to address, so I'll probably be back in about two hours, is that too long?"
"Of course not Arthur, besides, this is my son we're talking about," you reassured, pulling the adorable child closer to you. He laughed in return, and Arthur just chuckled at the sight.
"Right, how could I forget? Well, I have to go, Alfred behave yourself."
"Byebye Iggy!" you grinned as he slightly scowled at you for calling him his most hated nickname before sighing and waving it off.
"Haha, bye Arthur!" America piped up before the green-eyed man closed the door behind him.
"Sooo, what do you wanna do Alfred?" you asked, tilting your head to the side in curiosity.
The young country remained quiet for a little before deciding; "Can we play hide and seek? It'll be awesome~!"
"Not trying to ruin your fun and all, but wouldn't Arthur be mad at us if we broke something in the process of hiding?"
The boy shook his head in disagreement. "Nah, England isn't here right now, so if we broke something we can just act like it wasn't us! C'mon (Name), please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"
You sighed, before nodding your head, silently saying "yes."
---
About two hours later, both you and America were curled up on one of the big sofas in England's living room, sleeping.
Within the time England left, to now, the two of you had played hide and seek, tag, and even cleaned up Arthur's kitchen and disposed of some "scones" you had found that were still in his oven. Needless to say, both of you were exhausted. Who knew this kid could run so fast? Maybe playing tag wasn't the greatest idea...
Unbeknownst to you, the Brit had entered his house, and after taking a quick look around for you and Alfred, he had found the both of you. Arthur stared at the two of you and smiled to himself before he strode over to the sofa were you lay.
Brushing the hair out of your face, he took a seat next to you before slightly jumping at your voice.
"Welcome home Artie."
He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it when you suddenly wrapped your arms around him (making sure to not wake Alfred) and resting your head on his chest. Even though you weren't looking at his face, you knew that it was red from blushing.
"(N-Nam)--"
"You're comfy, so you're now my pillow. Now hush and take a nap, too." You answered him, cutting him off.
He didn't say anything for several moments; you felt him rearrange himself so he could be more comfortable.
A few seconds later, after you had dozed off again, he leaned down and kissed your forehead and pulled you closer to him.
"Sweet dreams, love."
"Good morning Miss (Name), I'm sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you could do me a favor," replied the Brit.
"Oh, but of course! Whatever can I help you with, my good sir?" You joked, using your shoulder to hold up the small electronic as you moved about in your kitchen putting groceries away.
"Could you watch Alfred for me while I'm gone?" Your face lit up at the thought- Alfred was like a son to you, and you loved him like family. Besides, a chance to see Arthur before he left for whatever business he had? How could you miss up on that, considering your (hopefully not obvious) feelings for the green-eyed man.
"Did you even need to ask me? I'll be over there in 20 minutes. Seeya then Kirkland!" And with that, you put away your phone, pulled on your shoes and (f/c) jacket, and set out for England's house.
---
"(NAME)!!" Shouted your blue-eyed "son" as the door opened. Not a second later you were tackled to the ground with two small arms wrapped around your stomach.
"Hey kiddo," you laughed, ruffling his hair.
"Alfred!" You snapped your head up at the familiar voice to see Arthur standing at the door with his hands crossed in a scolding manner. "Why did you do that to Miss (Name)?"
You only laughed and shook your head. "Its fine Artie, he's just being a kid. And what did I tell you about saying 'Miss'? There's no need to be so formal."
"Sorry, it's just a habit," he explained, before walking over to you and helping you up. America still was latched to your side, and didn't let go even after the three of you had entered the British man's house and were sitting down.
"I have some business I have to address, so I'll probably be back in about two hours, is that too long?"
"Of course not Arthur, besides, this is my son we're talking about," you reassured, pulling the adorable child closer to you. He laughed in return, and Arthur just chuckled at the sight.
"Right, how could I forget? Well, I have to go, Alfred behave yourself."
"Byebye Iggy!" you grinned as he slightly scowled at you for calling him his most hated nickname before sighing and waving it off.
"Haha, bye Arthur!" America piped up before the green-eyed man closed the door behind him.
"Sooo, what do you wanna do Alfred?" you asked, tilting your head to the side in curiosity.
The young country remained quiet for a little before deciding; "Can we play hide and seek? It'll be awesome~!"
"Not trying to ruin your fun and all, but wouldn't Arthur be mad at us if we broke something in the process of hiding?"
The boy shook his head in disagreement. "Nah, England isn't here right now, so if we broke something we can just act like it wasn't us! C'mon (Name), please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"
You sighed, before nodding your head, silently saying "yes."
---
About two hours later, both you and America were curled up on one of the big sofas in England's living room, sleeping.
Within the time England left, to now, the two of you had played hide and seek, tag, and even cleaned up Arthur's kitchen and disposed of some "scones" you had found that were still in his oven. Needless to say, both of you were exhausted. Who knew this kid could run so fast? Maybe playing tag wasn't the greatest idea...
Unbeknownst to you, the Brit had entered his house, and after taking a quick look around for you and Alfred, he had found the both of you. Arthur stared at the two of you and smiled to himself before he strode over to the sofa were you lay.
Brushing the hair out of your face, he took a seat next to you before slightly jumping at your voice.
"Welcome home Artie."
He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it when you suddenly wrapped your arms around him (making sure to not wake Alfred) and resting your head on his chest. Even though you weren't looking at his face, you knew that it was red from blushing.
"(N-Nam)--"
"You're comfy, so you're now my pillow. Now hush and take a nap, too." You answered him, cutting him off.
He didn't say anything for several moments; you felt him rearrange himself so he could be more comfortable.
A few seconds later, after you had dozed off again, he leaned down and kissed your forehead and pulled you closer to him.
"Sweet dreams, love."
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