Arthur was quiet, and then suddenly shook, lifted and opened his clenched hands before hiding his face in them and sobbing uncontrollably. Confusion and concern filled Alfred, who took a few steps forward to where he was and knelt in front of him. "What? Why are you crying?"

The Brit wiped the tears from his eyes and managed to get out between sniffles, "I-I never imagined... you found me so disgusting..." He glanced up at the confused American and teared up all over again. "S-stop looking at me!"

"Hey... I guess it's not your fault... I mean, after all, I left those scones laying around for a while and didn't check them for mold... so I guess... it's my fault...?"

The crying man stopped abruptly. He looked up with his bloodshot eyes. "What?!"

"Well, yeah, that was why I was sick... I ate one of your scones, and it was all moldy inside..."

"Wait. So... it wasn't me kissing you that made you throw up...?"

"Oh. I forgot about that already."

"Y-you moron...." he sputtered and started crying again. "Th-that's even w-worse...."