Just so you know, I started working on a fill to this, and then my computer broke. It's in the repair shop but my hard drive is safe, so I'll be filling this whenever I get it back! :)
So I don't really know what this is (and I couldn't come up with a title). But it meets the prompt, so hopefully OP will like it. Also hope OP doesn't mind chibis, though I would be willing to write a part two with these characters set a few centuries later if anyone wants ;) Enjoy!
Arthur sighed and reached for a towel. Finally, after much more time, struggling, and splashing than absolutely necessary, they were done. He wrapped the towel around Alfred and pulled him out of the tub, setting him on his feet and rubbing him down with the towel, despite the boy’s restless squirming. He lifted a corner of the towel to dry his hair, and Alfred hunched under his hand and screwed up his face at the action.
Arthur only chuckled and leaned forward to kiss his nose, before bundling him into the towel again and carrying him to the bedroom, letting Alfred chatter away about his horse-riding lessons and the rabbit nest in the garden and when was Francis bringing Mattie over to visit again because Alfred missed him.
Arthur deposited him gently on the bed, distracted from his babbling in favor of bouncing on it instead, and turned to the dresser to find a clean nightshirt.
“Alright, Alfred,” he said once he found it, “come here and let’s put this on.” Alfred stopped picking at the embroidery in his quilt and lifted his arms obediently as Arthur pulled the shirt over his head. “There,” he lifted Alfred into his arms and tapped him on the nose. “Clean and dry and happy. Doesn’t that feel better?” Alfred stuck his tongue out playfully and squirmed out of Arthur’s arms, but before he could crawl to the other side of the overly large bed, Arthur had caught him and laid him between the pillows, launching a merciless tickle-attack.
The boy squealed and rolled in the bed, his loud, bright laughter making Arthur’s heart nearly burst, and it was infectious, for Arthur was laughing as well. He finally stopped and looked at him fondly, watching him catch his breath. Then Arthur grinned and slipped the nightshirt up under his arms, puffing out his cheeks and leaning down to release the breath in a short blast against Alfred’s tummy. He giggled and kicked his legs and Arthur smiled again, doing it once more before righting the shirt and pulling the quilt up to Alfred’s chin and tucking him in.
“Arthur, will you stay with me tonight, pleeease?” Arthur was powerless to resist those big blue eyes and didn’t bother trying. Instead he leaned down to press a kiss to Alfred’s forehead.
“Of course. Just one moment, poppet.” When he returned wearing his own nightclothes, Alfred immediately snuggled against his chest, tiny fingers clutched in his shirt.
“I love you Arthur,” he mumbled as he drifted off. Arthur melted once again and held him tighter, running a soothing hand along his back. “I love you too, Alfred. Sweet dreams.”
Pointless, unoriginal fluff. But cute, all the same. I hope reading makes you as happy as writing it made me!
(Part 2!) --- Alfred stretched as he came out of the bathroom, moving to his open suitcase on top of the dresser for a pair of boxers and absently noting the shower shutting off as Arthur finally finished a few minutes after him.
Arthur padded across the carpet and slid up behind him, arms slipping around his waist and chin on his shoulder. He nuzzled against Alfred’s cheek and Alfred turned his face back into it, smiling softly as Arthur placed a light kiss there. Alfred pulled out a pair of his underwear and a pair of Arthur’s, draping the latter over his shoulder for Arthur to take. He felt them tugged from his fingers with a quiet “Thank you love,” and turned to see Arthur slipping them on. He grinned a little, watching him, only to quickly avert his gaze and focus on dressing himself when Arthur caught him and smirked.
“Like what you see?”
Alfred grinned again and picked up their towels to toss into the hamper before he wrapped both arms around the Englishman’s waist and spun him around once before falling backward onto the bed.
“You know I do,” he murmured, kissing him lightly. He pulled back with an affectionate smile. “How long before we have to be there?” Arthur glanced at the clock and then made himself comfortable on Alfred’s chest.
“Almost two hours.” The conference didn’t begin until tomorrow, but they had dinner at the hotel restaurant tonight, courtesy of Francis (or rather, the people in charge of planning and organizing this meeting in France).
Alfred still needed to dry his hair before it stuck at odd angles from the way he was lying down (Arthur’s hair, on the other hand, was hopeless anyway), and they both needed to iron their clothes, but they had time to relax for a few minutes at least. He raised one curious eyebrow when Arthur sat up slightly and grinned at him before shifting down his body. Alfred’s eyes widened slightly. He wouldn’t…not when they have somewhere to be so soon and they only just showered…
But his suspicions were cut short when – rather than tugging down Alfred’s boxers – Arthur stopped at his stomach. Alfred couldn’t see anything but his hair from this angle, but he felt Arthur’s pursed lips against his skin, and a moment later he jumped and let out a sound somewhere between a shriek and a laugh when Arthur blew on his stomach, the puff of air tickling his skin.
He curled in on himself (nearly kneeing Arthur in the ribs) and wrapped his arms over his middle to shield it, but Arthur was quick and grabbed his hands in a moment of distraction, tugging them aside and pinning his wrists to the bed. He moved to continue his assault, but Alfred, with his superior strength, managed to break free and roll them over. Arthur squeaked and had no time to regain his bearings before Alfred was returning the attack on his stomach and tickling his sides at the same time. He managed to choke out a few weak protests through his laughter, flailing against Alfred’s strong hold.
Alfred finally stopped, sliding his one of his hands down Arthur’s arm to lace their fingers together and trailing giggling kisses along his neck. He felt Arthur relax into them and run the fingers of his free hand through Alfred’s damp hair. He leaned up to kiss his lips, and both of them smiled into it.
There was still amusement dancing in both of their eyes when they gazed at each other for a moment longer, and then Arthur gently swatted at the American’s shoulder and nudged him away with his knee.
“Come on, up. Go fix your hair,” he said, ruffling it for emphasis, “and I’ll lay out your suit.” Alfred nodded, stole one last kiss, and rolled to the side, bouncing on his feet a little as he stood. He quickly tugged an undershirt over his head and grabbed his comb from his suitcase before making his way back to the bathroom.
Arthur smiled fondly as he removed their clothes from the case, pulling out the provided ironing board as he heard the hairdryer turn on. He suddenly felt in a much brighter mood, despite the prospect of spending the next two hours listening to Francis boast about his food.
A!A returns with a sequel! I have another monster of a fill waiting on me, but I really wanted to get this up before the part closed. Hope OP and everyone enjoy it! I just love these boys too much, and they fit this prompt at every stage in their relationship. Let me know what you think!
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Any Nation/ Any Nation - Raspberries
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(Anonymous) 2012-03-02 07:08 am (UTC)(link)Tummy Rasberries
(Anonymous) 2012-03-08 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)Arthur sighed and reached for a towel. Finally, after much more time, struggling, and splashing than absolutely necessary, they were done. He wrapped the towel around Alfred and pulled him out of the tub, setting him on his feet and rubbing him down with the towel, despite the boy’s restless squirming. He lifted a corner of the towel to dry his hair, and Alfred hunched under his hand and screwed up his face at the action.
Arthur only chuckled and leaned forward to kiss his nose, before bundling him into the towel again and carrying him to the bedroom, letting Alfred chatter away about his horse-riding lessons and the rabbit nest in the garden and when was Francis bringing Mattie over to visit again because Alfred missed him.
Arthur deposited him gently on the bed, distracted from his babbling in favor of bouncing on it instead, and turned to the dresser to find a clean nightshirt.
“Alright, Alfred,” he said once he found it, “come here and let’s put this on.” Alfred stopped picking at the embroidery in his quilt and lifted his arms obediently as Arthur pulled the shirt over his head. “There,” he lifted Alfred into his arms and tapped him on the nose. “Clean and dry and happy. Doesn’t that feel better?” Alfred stuck his tongue out playfully and squirmed out of Arthur’s arms, but before he could crawl to the other side of the overly large bed, Arthur had caught him and laid him between the pillows, launching a merciless tickle-attack.
The boy squealed and rolled in the bed, his loud, bright laughter making Arthur’s heart nearly burst, and it was infectious, for Arthur was laughing as well. He finally stopped and looked at him fondly, watching him catch his breath. Then Arthur grinned and slipped the nightshirt up under his arms, puffing out his cheeks and leaning down to release the breath in a short blast against Alfred’s tummy. He giggled and kicked his legs and Arthur smiled again, doing it once more before righting the shirt and pulling the quilt up to Alfred’s chin and tucking him in.
“Arthur, will you stay with me tonight, pleeease?” Arthur was powerless to resist those big blue eyes and didn’t bother trying. Instead he leaned down to press a kiss to Alfred’s forehead.
“Of course. Just one moment, poppet.” When he returned wearing his own nightclothes, Alfred immediately snuggled against his chest, tiny fingers clutched in his shirt.
“I love you Arthur,” he mumbled as he drifted off. Arthur melted once again and held him tighter, running a soothing hand along his back. “I love you too, Alfred. Sweet dreams.”
Pointless, unoriginal fluff. But cute, all the same. I hope reading makes you as happy as writing it made me!
Re: Tummy Rasberries
(Anonymous) 2012-03-09 12:52 am (UTC)(link)Fluff was just what I needed. This was so adorable. I loved it! You get a doughnut!
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(Anonymous) 2012-03-18 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)Tummy Rasberries [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-16 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)---
Alfred stretched as he came out of the bathroom, moving to his open suitcase on top of the dresser for a pair of boxers and absently noting the shower shutting off as Arthur finally finished a few minutes after him.
Arthur padded across the carpet and slid up behind him, arms slipping around his waist and chin on his shoulder. He nuzzled against Alfred’s cheek and Alfred turned his face back into it, smiling softly as Arthur placed a light kiss there. Alfred pulled out a pair of his underwear and a pair of Arthur’s, draping the latter over his shoulder for Arthur to take. He felt them tugged from his fingers with a quiet “Thank you love,” and turned to see Arthur slipping them on. He grinned a little, watching him, only to quickly avert his gaze and focus on dressing himself when Arthur caught him and smirked.
“Like what you see?”
Alfred grinned again and picked up their towels to toss into the hamper before he wrapped both arms around the Englishman’s waist and spun him around once before falling backward onto the bed.
“You know I do,” he murmured, kissing him lightly. He pulled back with an affectionate smile. “How long before we have to be there?” Arthur glanced at the clock and then made himself comfortable on Alfred’s chest.
“Almost two hours.” The conference didn’t begin until tomorrow, but they had dinner at the hotel restaurant tonight, courtesy of Francis (or rather, the people in charge of planning and organizing this meeting in France).
Alfred still needed to dry his hair before it stuck at odd angles from the way he was lying down (Arthur’s hair, on the other hand, was hopeless anyway), and they both needed to iron their clothes, but they had time to relax for a few minutes at least. He raised one curious eyebrow when Arthur sat up slightly and grinned at him before shifting down his body. Alfred’s eyes widened slightly. He wouldn’t…not when they have somewhere to be so soon and they only just showered…
But his suspicions were cut short when – rather than tugging down Alfred’s boxers – Arthur stopped at his stomach. Alfred couldn’t see anything but his hair from this angle, but he felt Arthur’s pursed lips against his skin, and a moment later he jumped and let out a sound somewhere between a shriek and a laugh when Arthur blew on his stomach, the puff of air tickling his skin.
He curled in on himself (nearly kneeing Arthur in the ribs) and wrapped his arms over his middle to shield it, but Arthur was quick and grabbed his hands in a moment of distraction, tugging them aside and pinning his wrists to the bed. He moved to continue his assault, but Alfred, with his superior strength, managed to break free and roll them over. Arthur squeaked and had no time to regain his bearings before Alfred was returning the attack on his stomach and tickling his sides at the same time. He managed to choke out a few weak protests through his laughter, flailing against Alfred’s strong hold.
Alfred finally stopped, sliding his one of his hands down Arthur’s arm to lace their fingers together and trailing giggling kisses along his neck. He felt Arthur relax into them and run the fingers of his free hand through Alfred’s damp hair. He leaned up to kiss his lips, and both of them smiled into it.
There was still amusement dancing in both of their eyes when they gazed at each other for a moment longer, and then Arthur gently swatted at the American’s shoulder and nudged him away with his knee.
“Come on, up. Go fix your hair,” he said, ruffling it for emphasis, “and I’ll lay out your suit.” Alfred nodded, stole one last kiss, and rolled to the side, bouncing on his feet a little as he stood. He quickly tugged an undershirt over his head and grabbed his comb from his suitcase before making his way back to the bathroom.
Arthur smiled fondly as he removed their clothes from the case, pulling out the provided ironing board as he heard the hairdryer turn on. He suddenly felt in a much brighter mood, despite the prospect of spending the next two hours listening to Francis boast about his food.
Author's Note: Tummy Rasberries [2/2]
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