Forget me not ｡

I love his smell

                        His tight embrace.

I love when he kisses [ M E ]

                 When I can cry in his arms.

Was it too late to tell the man to bugger off and send him on his way? Force him to go through the proper procedures to meet and continue their “discussion” then? Probably, especially since Arthur had already stated they’d speak in his office. Damn him for giving in, but he was a curious fellow, and the need to know why this man thought he knew him was too great to ignore. 

A muscle twitched involuntarily at the corner of his right eye, mouth forming a rigid grimace. With arms folded tightly across his broad chest, Arthur chanced a small glance back towards the unfamiliar male, olive optics boring into his figure like arrows piercing their target. Wheat hair that barely touched the back of his ears adorned tanned skin, and his eyes shone brighter than a cloudless summer sky. He felt as though he could drown in them if he dare gaze into them for long. By appearance, the man was fairly attractive, especially when he wasn’t running his mouth. Gods his personality alone should make it difficult for anyone to forget him.

Surely, he’d remember someone so…annoying.

"Can you get me a hot chocolate….maybe."

Fires of fury and hatred were smoldering in his eyes as he weighed the pros and cons of the various and creative means available to him for silencing the man. His facial expression was one of absolute disdain and he was thankful his back was turned at the moment less he frighten anyone who may happen to pass by. Arthur was even more thankful the woman had yet to return from the back or she’d be greeted with a frightful sight.

"I could have sworn I told you to keep that mouth shut," he began, words taking on a clipped tone. "Are you unable to perform such a simple task? Even a child knows when it’s better to sit still and remain silent.” Finally he turned, eyes as cold as ice while his voice filled with venom.

"I was just asking..." Was all that the young man managed to mumble out until he was snatched up and dragged out. The blonde stood taller as he was dragged, unable to register what was going on, or on any part why was this going on. It was high time that Alfred realized this was not the man he knew, this was not the Arthur who raised him, and truly not the man he at one point was happy to say he loved.

He let himself be dragged about completely still out of it. His mind was blank as he was taking in everything, it took him a bit to understand the situation. Although once he glanced up his hues caught sight of a name plate on a door, so they were going to his office. But the blonde really felt hurt now, and to be dragged about like he was some kid. No he was not about to take it. Well--correction normally he would let Arthur pull him around and laugh about it. But this wasn't the Arthur he would allow such actions too.

Now, actually using his strength he quickly over came the others hold and pulled his hand away. His eyes darting at the other as they stood in front of the Brits door. Alfred's eyes were narrowed behind his frames, he grabbed the door opening it and pushing the other into the room. His strength seeming to show a bit too much as he slammed the door behind them. The Brit had hurt the blonde now as well, and if anyone knew better; it was not to piss of the kid. Sure he was stupid most the time, but when his emotions got the best of him-- who knew what he or his abnormal strength would allow.

"Listen! You do NOT need to drag me around like I'm so immature fool, I was asking you a question, the normal you, the you I THOUGHT you were would just tell me to shut up and turn away. But you pulled me outta there like I was some child. Well news flash Arthur, I'm not a little kid anymore." The blonde raised his voice gripping the front of his shirt looking at him with those bright blue hues, as if looking past everything the other was doing.

"I don't even care right now if you do some magic bullshit to me, and summon a ghost or get your imagnary friends on me that i cant' see, I'm telling you right now-- do NOT treat me like I am a kid even if I act like one!" The blonde then let go of the others shirt and fixed it from where he was gripping as he let out a long, much needed sigh of air; and stress.

"Food and games are fine with me~ Are you going to be my dinner Al?" Takaomi noted that the other male was as red as a tomato right about now. What I wouldn’t give for a camera~ 

"y-you should start with kisses first, thats what big Brother France always said."

Part of him wanted just to pull away for the fun of it, but no he allowed himself to stand there as he kissed him back. Now he slowly pulled back grabbing his shirt and pulling him close whispering now.

"You owe me some food. plus a lot more kisses" he said softly with a smile.

Oh yeah, it was time to put operation: Make Alfred as red as a Rose into effect. My favorite~

"Yeah, some fun~" The raven smirked, walking a little closer to the other male. "You know, the kinda fun that includes taking off your jacket…and your shirt…and your pants…and probably a tank top since it wouldn’t surprise me that you’re wearing one." He was having way too much fun with this.

"M-my boxers don't need your help to get off..." he said softly slowly putting his arms crossed on his chest. "y-you should start with kisses first, thats what big Brother France always said." he said looking back up at the male with his dark blush.