"I thought you were just being your dramatic self and I didn't want to encourage it." There was a solemnness in his voice that didn't fit with the generally disapproving nature of the comment. In fact, the edge on his voice was weak and shaky. "I knew you were just doing it for attention, anyway."
"....such an Arthur thing to say," Alfred smiled, drawing him even more awkwardly close. His stomach was slowly settling, and instead a sleepy sense was overtaking him, and he wanted to sleep. Arthur was like a big stuffed animal; he didn't want to let him go. "You're here now, that's all that matters."
More silence. Arthur's breathing became uneven, and he leaned in in a strange, as if to.... kiss him? He couldn't tell, he was too tired... But then the was was a strange sensation, a soft, dry pair of lips touching his own, gently though it was. His already swimming mind made it's way into even deeper waters. Arthur was kissing him, after all. Just barely. And he wanted more--
Suddenly the scone in his belly made one last attack. He arched his back, pulling violently away from the kiss, rolling over and away, scrambling to his feet and rushing to the bathroom and puking the damned pastry into the porcelain bowl before him. All the same... with it out of his system now, he felt much better, although bitter bile and half-digested scone flavor were all he could taste, and the pain of vomiting had caused tears to form in his eyes. But it was out of him. He sighed happily and brushed his teeth. Stepping out of the bathroom, he could see that the Englishman was in the same place he left him, gazing down at the floor, hands in fists on his thighs, one still ungloved. He looked up, then back down again.
"Did I... Did I make you vomit?"
Al considered it a second. "Yep, that was definitely you." It was his scone after all. But he didn't want Arthur to feel bad so he said it in a chipper tone.
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...."
Alfred was sick of all this crying BS. He grabbed Arthur by the shoulders and shook him. "Listen, if you want someone to remember you kissing them, this is how you do it." And he kissed him. With tongue. Before Arthur could react beyond stopping crying. He leaned back again after it all and stared right into those reddened green eyes. The shocked expression made him laugh out loud.
"Don't laugh at me!"
Alfred kissed him again, this time knocking him over with his higher body weight. He laced his fingers with the ungloved hand, his other hand on the side of Arthur's face, tracing the raw skin where tears had fallen harshly moments before. Arthur's gloved hand had grabbed a clump of the bespectacled man's hair. He'd also wrapped his legs around the man kissing him. Alfred began to undo the Brit's clothing, pulling it open and rubbing his skin.
The American broke away with a little grin before kissing his neck and body. "Alfred..." Arthur whined, bucking his hips up against the man above him, begging for some form of sexual release. Alfred tried his hardest not to be a little weirded out by the hard form that was now pressing against his stomach.
"Why didn't you tell me before that you liked me?"
"I-I don't like you...."
"Of course not." Let him be in denial.
Arthur laughed.
"You ticklish or something?"
"It's amazing how quickly you recover from your stupid 'depression'."
Alfred paused, then bit down on his collarbone, eliciting a pained noise. He smiled. "You too."
A/N: Sorry if this sucks, first fanfic I've written in years
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Re: Hypochondria (4/?)
(Anonymous) 2009-04-18 03:24 am (UTC)(link)"....such an Arthur thing to say," Alfred smiled, drawing him even more awkwardly close. His stomach was slowly settling, and instead a sleepy sense was overtaking him, and he wanted to sleep. Arthur was like a big stuffed animal; he didn't want to let him go. "You're here now, that's all that matters."
More silence. Arthur's breathing became uneven, and he leaned in in a strange, as if to.... kiss him? He couldn't tell, he was too tired... But then the was was a strange sensation, a soft, dry pair of lips touching his own, gently though it was. His already swimming mind made it's way into even deeper waters. Arthur was kissing him, after all. Just barely. And he wanted more--
Suddenly the scone in his belly made one last attack. He arched his back, pulling violently away from the kiss, rolling over and away, scrambling to his feet and rushing to the bathroom and puking the damned pastry into the porcelain bowl before him. All the same... with it out of his system now, he felt much better, although bitter bile and half-digested scone flavor were all he could taste, and the pain of vomiting had caused tears to form in his eyes. But it was out of him. He sighed happily and brushed his teeth. Stepping out of the bathroom, he could see that the Englishman was in the same place he left him, gazing down at the floor, hands in fists on his thighs, one still ungloved. He looked up, then back down again.
"Did I... Did I make you vomit?"
Al considered it a second. "Yep, that was definitely you." It was his scone after all. But he didn't want Arthur to feel bad so he said it in a chipper tone.
Re: Hypochondria (5/?)
(Anonymous) 2009-04-18 03:25 am (UTC)(link)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...."
Re: Hypochondria (FINAL)
(Anonymous) 2009-04-18 03:27 am (UTC)(link)"Don't laugh at me!"
Alfred kissed him again, this time knocking him over with his higher body weight. He laced his fingers with the ungloved hand, his other hand on the side of Arthur's face, tracing the raw skin where tears had fallen harshly moments before. Arthur's gloved hand had grabbed a clump of the bespectacled man's hair. He'd also wrapped his legs around the man kissing him. Alfred began to undo the Brit's clothing, pulling it open and rubbing his skin.
The American broke away with a little grin before kissing his neck and body. "Alfred..." Arthur whined, bucking his hips up against the man above him, begging for some form of sexual release. Alfred tried his hardest not to be a little weirded out by the hard form that was now pressing against his stomach.
"Why didn't you tell me before that you liked me?"
"I-I don't like you...."
"Of course not." Let him be in denial.
Arthur laughed.
"You ticklish or something?"
"It's amazing how quickly you recover from your stupid 'depression'."
Alfred paused, then bit down on his collarbone, eliciting a pained noise. He smiled. "You too."
A/N: Sorry if this sucks, first fanfic I've written in years
Re: Hypochondria (FINAL)
(Anonymous) 2009-04-18 03:40 am (UTC)(link)OP really enjoyed this, writer. ♥ ♥
Re: Hypochondria (FINAL)
(Anonymous) 2009-04-18 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)A moldy scone made by Arthur is just... overkill.
Re: Hypochondria (FINAL)
(Anonymous) 2009-04-18 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Hypochondria (FINAL)
(Anonymous) 2009-04-19 06:36 am (UTC)(link)