At the next world meeting a week later, Alfred looked like he hadn’t slept in days.
“What did you do?” Arthur hissed.
“Nothing,” Francis stated simply.
“Look, I think I’ve hurt him enough without you compounding it.”
“He’s just being stubborn,” Francis told his friend.
Arthur shrugged and took his seat between Francis and Matthew.
Alfred was presiding over the meeting but kept forgetting what he was going to say and swaying on his feet like he was about to collapse. Francis was doing everything in his power to distract Arthur and Matthew was sleeping on his bear, who was in turn chewing on Arthur’s tie.
“Worst meeting ever,” Arthur grumbled.
After the sixth time Alfred tried to find an ending to the sentence, “I think West Berlin should be-” he threw up his hands and left.
The other nations sat quietly for about five minutes, just staring at the door and waiting for Alfred to come back.
Then Francis stood up and announced Alfred wasn’t planning on returning, and one by one they filed out.
Francis gently roused Matthew, who scolded his bear in a tone that indicated he could care less that Arthur’s tie was currently shredded. “Stay here,” Francis whispered to Arthur as he led a sleepy Matthew from the room.
Arthur knew better than to disobey and remained seated for the fifteen minutes it took Alfred to return.
“Arthur,” Alfred said, sounding as if he’d been crying.
Arthur looked away, unsure of what to say.
“All these years you’ve told me how stupid I am, but the one who has really been an idiot is you.”
Arthur nodded miserably, hot tears leaking from his eyes.
“After all,” Alfred continued, “nothing says love like ‘I hate your guts.’”
Arthur choked back a sob.
“That being said,” Alfred said gently, “It’s my fault as much as yours.”
Arthur looked up hopefully.
“I guess what I’m really trying to say is that I love you and I know you love me too so come here and kiss me.”
Arthur stood up slowly and they fell into each other’s arms. As they kissed, their necklaces clicked together and Arthur looked down in surprise.
Alfred held the heart up to the light. “They’re magnetic,” he whispered.
“And so are we,” Arthur replied, bringing them together once more.
Oh my, wasn't this completely precious! As much as I loved the two oblivious dorks, my favourite part is still how Arthur and Francis are best friends, and even both of them admit it as such. Very cute, thank you for sharing authornon!
My question as well. Alfred's treated like crap and then apparently a tape we know nothing about made him feel even worse and then he makes lovey dovey with Arthur?
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Magnetic 9/9
(Anonymous) 2013-02-10 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)“What did you do?” Arthur hissed.
“Nothing,” Francis stated simply.
“Look, I think I’ve hurt him enough without you compounding it.”
“He’s just being stubborn,” Francis told his friend.
Arthur shrugged and took his seat between Francis and Matthew.
Alfred was presiding over the meeting but kept forgetting what he was going to say and swaying on his feet like he was about to collapse. Francis was doing everything in his power to distract Arthur and Matthew was sleeping on his bear, who was in turn chewing on Arthur’s tie.
“Worst meeting ever,” Arthur grumbled.
After the sixth time Alfred tried to find an ending to the sentence, “I think West Berlin should be-” he threw up his hands and left.
The other nations sat quietly for about five minutes, just staring at the door and waiting for Alfred to come back.
Then Francis stood up and announced Alfred wasn’t planning on returning, and one by one they filed out.
Francis gently roused Matthew, who scolded his bear in a tone that indicated he could care less that Arthur’s tie was currently shredded. “Stay here,” Francis whispered to Arthur as he led a sleepy Matthew from the room.
Arthur knew better than to disobey and remained seated for the fifteen minutes it took Alfred to return.
“Arthur,” Alfred said, sounding as if he’d been crying.
Arthur looked away, unsure of what to say.
“All these years you’ve told me how stupid I am, but the one who has really been an idiot is you.”
Arthur nodded miserably, hot tears leaking from his eyes.
“After all,” Alfred continued, “nothing says love like ‘I hate your guts.’”
Arthur choked back a sob.
“That being said,” Alfred said gently, “It’s my fault as much as yours.”
Arthur looked up hopefully.
“I guess what I’m really trying to say is that I love you and I know you love me too so come here and kiss me.”
Arthur stood up slowly and they fell into each other’s arms. As they kissed, their necklaces clicked together and Arthur looked down in surprise.
Alfred held the heart up to the light. “They’re magnetic,” he whispered.
“And so are we,” Arthur replied, bringing them together once more.
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