After their last date, Alfred thought they needed something a little less intimate. He wasn't sure Arthur would come to the cafe after that. What a terrible idea! A walk. Alfred would take him on a walk. He smiled at the idea.

He was almost out the door before he realized that he had no idea where Arthur lived.

He walked to the couch, opened up his side table door and got out the phone book.

He opened the gigantic book, and flipped to Kirkland.

This is going to take a while…

Arthur didn't get out of bed until noon. He was still in pajamas and his blond hair was a mess on his head. He had decided a couple things before sleeping the night before.

1. Boys suck

2. Relationships are hard and bloody stupid

3. Drinking tea before bed makes it impossible to sleep.

He gave up on the idea of driving to the Cafe. Better to avoid Alfred all together anyway. He looked up from his cereal when the doorbell rang. Dragging his feet all the way to the door, he used all his morning strength to pull it open.

"Yes! It's you! Finally! I've been looking for you forever!"

Arthur was too sleepy to be surprised.

" What do you want?" Manners seemed to fade away the more sleep-deprived he was.

Alfred pouted, "Hi to you too grumpy, Dude! I've been looking for your house for three hours!"

"How many Arthur Kirklands could there be in Oxford?"

"Well you were number 50. And that's only a page! One of the men took the flowers I had for you and smashed them with his cane. So here, a bouquet of imaginary flowers!" Alfred smiled childishly and stuck his hand out toward Arthur, holding his imaginary flowers.

Arthur looked from Arthur's hands to his face. His face saying 'Are you serious?'

Alfred nodded and stuck his hand out further with a childish grin on his face 'Take them!'

Arthur sarcastically took the flowers, "Oh Alfred, they're beautiful. Let me go get an imaginary vase for them." His voice was completely monotone as he said that.

Arthur then started to close the door and said, "Well I have important business to attend to, so thank you, I must be going now. Bye bye."

Alfred frowned and stopped the door with his foot.

"Pleaseeee~~~" He begged, " I want to make up for the terrible-ness of the last date!"

Arthur peeked around the door.

"I never said it was terrible."

"So you had fun?" Alfred's face lit up.

"I never said that either."

"But you said it wasn't terrible which means you liked it!"

"That doesn't mean I had fun."

"It doesn't mean you didn't."

"You infuriate me."

Alfred smiled at this. "So you will?"

"Will what?"

"Go on a second date with me?"

"What? I never sa-!"

Alfred pushed Arthur into his house and closed the door.

"Go get changed! We're going on a walk in town. It's nice outside, and it's gonna rain the rest of the week so let's go!"

Arthur stumbled to his room and threw some clothes on.

He look in the mirror and cringed. Alfred had seen him like that? He fixed his hair the best he could and splashed some cold water on his face to wake himself up. He walked down the hall towards the living room.

He found Alfred looking through the various pictures on his side table. He quickly tried to get Alfred's attention away from the embarrassing childhood photos.

"Hey, you were the one who was in a hurry. Are we going or what?"

Alfred looked up and smiled, "Oh yeah dude! I was just looking at these pictures. You look so much your mom. You definitely have her eyes! And some other pretty obvious stuff."

Arthur lifted his chin proudly, "I do look a lot like her don't I?" He quickly snapped out of it though and said, "Right well, we're going."

With that he began walking to his front door and Alfred followed behind whining, "How am I ever going to get close to you if you don't let me?"

Arthur ignored this and instead said, "Where are we going?"

"We are going on a walk, and there will be conversation, so don't avoid my questions or be a grump! Otherwise this is going to be a really awkward date, anyways we should get walking, while the sun is still shinnin'!"

Arthur grimaced at the use of the word date, "This is not a 'date'."

Alfred frowned and replied while walking out the door, "Boo, what would (I) you (I) call it then?"

Arthur followed him out, shutting and locking his door behind him. He tried to think of something to say. "Well, when what to you call it when two friends, spend time together? It's 'hanging out' isn't it? I think it is. We are 'hanging out'."

Alfred raised an eyebrow, they were walking towards downtown side-by-side now.

"So we're friends then?"

"Well, no, you just can't seem to leave me alone. As my dear mother always said, 'If you can't beat them, join them'."

Alfred laughed, "That's so true ,dude! Your mom was a smarty. Bet she was a teacher, huh?"

Arthur sighed, "Actually no, she was a single mother, not enough time on her hands to teach. She had to support me. Although, she did get in quite a few lessons at home." Arthur chuckled at the last part, then realizing what he was doing he shut his mouth tightly and looked straight ahead.

Alfred looked at him strangely and thought, "Seriously? Why can't he just talk? It doesn't hurt to make friends!" Although he was a challenge, Alfred found Arthur interesting. He was determined to be with him, no matter what it took.
He looked around, they were on the outskirts of the commercial buildings in town. They were quite a few people walking today. Couples holding hands were everywhere. Alfred smiled as he saw a flustered, blond man getting kissed by his short, brunette boyfriend. It had been a few minutes since Arthur had last spoken so Alfred decided to start talking again.

"Did you like reading when you were a kid? It seems like you're the reading type. Weren't you reading a book when I firs-!"

Alfred was cut off as Arthur quickly pulled him into the nearest shop. He put Alfred in between him and the window.

20 seconds passed as Alfred took notice of there position. Arthur had his head buried in Alfred's chest with both hands gripping tightly onto his shirt. Alfred blushed deeply. He felt Arthur loosen up on his shirt and look over Alfred's shoulder.

Arthur had also noticed what he had been doing and stepped back, his face was also red.

"Sorry about that."

"U-uh, it's okay? What was that about?"

"I thought I saw a bee."

"A bee?"

"Yes, a big bee. I'm deathly allergic."

"Can you just be open with me? Just once dude, please."

Arthur looked down at his feet, "It was my ex."

"Oh! Well why didn't you just say so! I totally understand!"

Arthur rolled his eyes and took in his surroundings. He had pulled Alfred into what seemed to be a small bookstore. Where the wall wasn't covered celling to floor in books, the wall was a deep red. The small desk in the corner seemed to lead into a back room, Arthur heard some soft music coming from it. There were crowded book shelves in the middle of shop in rows. A well loved couch sat nearest the front of the shop, next to the window.

"Don't suppose you like books, do you?"

"Oh yeah, sure! I love books. I read this really good one the other day. It was all super-powers and bad guys ! Best book I've ever read."

"Oh, really? What's it called?"


Arthur's eyebrows knitted together, "As in the graphic novel?"

"No~," Alfred whined, "as in the comic BOOK."

"That doesn't count as an actual book."

"It has book in it!"

Alfred sighed and turned to search the shelves, trying to hide the fact that seeing his ex had scared him more than he wanted to admit.

Most of the books were classics, well in Alfred's mind 'classic' meant 'old'. It was quiet, the noises of the city somehow faded away.

"My mother used to read to me a lot when I was young. Classics, she wouldn't let me waste time on those silly children books."

Arthur had started to browse through the crowded shelves. When Alfred heard Arthur say this he looked at him funny, but didn't say anything. He knew how little Arthur talked about himself and was afraid talking would make him stop.

"Her and my father were teachers, both were killed when I was very young. I was raised by my aunt, whom, like my mother was a very 'no nonsense' woman. Although, she was much colder than my mother, I don't think she ever saw me as a child. If she did, she never treated me like one. Your best wasn't good enough with her. 'Be better than your best, then I'll be impressed.' That was her motto. I never did manage to impress her. She was a cruel and judgmental woman. Up until I moved away for college, haven't spoken to her since."

While he had been talking , Arthur had started to sound more like he was in some far away place living some far off memories. He came back to reality and looked startled. He glanced at Alfred who had been watching him intently.

"Anyways, that's all. What do you want to do?"

Alfred, still a little entranced by Arthur's story, said slowly, "Well, um, we were supposed to go on a walk. Then you pulled us in here and I don't know what to do now."

"You didn't really think this day through, did you?"

"Well, no…"

"Yes, well then, I'll be off. "

Arthur started to walk towards the door but Alfred caught his hand.

"No Arthur, please! I didn't really think through what I wanted to do today, that's true. All I could think about was how much I wanted to just spend time with you, I wasn't thinking about what we'd be doing. Being with you," He pulled Arthur closer, "it's enough for me."

Arthur's breath caught, "Why?"

The two were only inches apart now, Alfred still hadn't let go of Arthur's hand.

"Believe it or not, Arthur, I like you."

Alfred started to move towards Arthur. Arthur started leaning forward with him, but all of the sudden he pulled back, taking his hand back and turning his back towards Alfred.

"You don't like me, you like the chase. You like that I'm a challenge, and it's why you keep coming back. Well I'm sorry, but I won't play your games. I'm not some toy to be played with."

I don't want to fall for you. I don't want you to get bored with me and leave me. I don't want you to be a lie, but I know you are. Fairytales aren't real, Arthur thoughts finished.

Angry now, Alfred turned Arthur to face him.

"Is that what kind of guy you think I am? I like you not the 'chase'. Yes, you are a stubborn man, but that's not why I like you! Of course you're not a toy! You're Arthur Kirkland! And god dammit, no matter what you say, I can't help falling in love with you."

With that Alfred pressed his lips against Arthur's and pulled his close. He felt Arthur stiffen under him . He pulled away and let go of him.

"Arthur, I'm in love with you, every second I spend with you makes me happier than I ever thought I could feel. I just want to know you and I want to be with you, even if you don't want to be with me."

With that, Alfred left the shop.

Arthur still stood with a look of shock on his face. He didn't know what to do or think. He knew he should go after Arthur, but a part of him held him back. He dragged himself to the couch in the corner of the shop and sat down. He put his head in his hands.

How can he love someone like me? I am nothing important. Love isn't even real. Love is for fairytales with happy endings. Normal people don't get happy endings. Then why did I believe when he said it? When he… kissed me.. I felt something I had never felt before. I don't deserve this though. I am broken, and I can't be fixed. Right?

Arthur shook his head in his hands. He then jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh Imma a very sorry mister! I did not a mean to scare you!" Arthur looked into the face of a middle aged man with auburn hair and golden eyes. He was smiling down at him, "I'm Feliciano! This is my shop! Well partly my shop, I actually co-own it! It's a long story actually. Do you want to hear it? Of course you do! It all started 20 years ago, I met this man named-"

"Feliciano, leave the poor man alone," Arthur looked towards the source of the second voice to find a tall blonde-haired, blue-eyed, man. He was German, judging by his accent, and the other man sounded Italian.

"Ve~, Imma sorry! I was just about to tell him our story though!" The Italian, Feliciano whined and skulked over to the tall German. He looked up the German and pouted.

The German sighed, "Feli, he's having a bad day, maybe you can tell him tomorrow, da?"

Feliciano looked down at his feet and frowned, "Ve~.."

The German leaned down and kissed him on the head, "Go upstairs, I'll be right up. You were going to make pasta, da?

Feliciano's face brightened up and his whole mood changed instantly. "Yes! I'll be cooking pasta! Come up soon!"

With that he skipped to the back room, and presumably upstairs to make some pasta.

"I'm sorry about him," The German said scratching his neck awkwardly, "He get's a little excitable."

"I assure you ,it's quite alright. Sorry for loitering, I'll be leaving now." Arthur stood up to leave only to feel a hand on his shoulder.
"You don't have to leave, I understand what you are going through. Sit with me?" The German man gestured to the couch.

"Thank you," Arthur said. The pair sat down on the couch.

"Is he not a good man?" The German man asked.

Arthur gave him a weird look, "Well, no, I suppose not, but-."

"No buts!" He said firmly, making Arthur jump, "He is not a bad man, yet you do not even give him a chance."

"I've been hurt in the past," Arthur said quietly.

"Being hurt in the past does not excuse you forfeiting all future happiness. Do not let one bad apple spoil everything for you."

Arthur smiled as he came to a realization, "You know what? You're right. I do deserve happiness. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like him at all. Thank you sir, now if you'll excuse me, I have a man to go find."

Arthur stood and up and strode towards the door with a purpose. He turned back to wave at the German before exiting the store.

"I haven't seen you that serious in a very long time, Ludwig," Feliciano said, appearing at Ludwig's side.

"Yes, well, they remind me of ourselves. It's been a long time, da?

"Yes it has. Now come upstairs! Imma almost done with the pasta!"

Ludwig smiled and followed his excitable husband to their kitchen, hoping his words would be enough to help the British man.

Arthur huffed and stopped in the middle of the street. His search for the American had turned up nothing. He'd been searching for the past two hours all throughout downtown for any sign of his signature blonde hair and bomber jacket. The coffee shop had been the first place he'd checked, then he'd just walked around aimlessly, looking for any sign of him. He checked his watch to see it was only about three. He decided that he would go to the café and maybe Alfred would find his way there.

As he approached the café's doors he glanced in the windows to see if Alfred had come in during the time he'd been searching. Instead, he saw a very different head of blonde hair. The purple jacket was a dead giveaway. He quickly backed away from the door and started to walk very quickly in the direction of his house. Thankfully, the man's back had been turned away from the door, so Arthur was sure he had not been seen. Still, the encounter had been jarring none the less. He'd seen his ex two times in one day.

He got to his house and locked the door behind him. He walked to his bedroom and quickly stripped into his underwear. Crawling into his bed he screwed his eyes shut and curled up into the fetal position. Although it was still light outside, Arthur felt like just curling up and falling asleep.

A/N: What a way to end it, huh? I'll be updating as soon as possible. Thank you all! c: