#usukgetaway

a/n: ‘Cause you know Arthur doesn’t let things go, and omegaverse pettiness is something I’ve always dreamed about- you can’t exactly be passive-aggressive with all those hostile scents lmao...

This is my first time writing a post-break-up fic so forgive me if the situation is messed up a bit. I just wanted to do something else, rather than Alfred loving Arthur or Arthur loving Alfred..

Day 4: Summer Camp for the usuknetwork’s Summer Getaway event. 

Alfred hadn’t been too happy when he had found that his ex-boyfriend was his daughter’s camp counselor.

Of course, he had nothing to fear. Amelia was only four years old, and with a face like hers, one couldn’t even fathom the thought of hurting her. Chubby cheeks, blonde hair curled into pigtails, big blue eyes, little dimples just like her father’s- well, Alfred supposed anything of hers that reminded his ex of him would be rather unfortunate, but the point was that she was a child.

She was a cute, cute child, and even an ex as crazy as Arthur Kirkland wouldn’t do a thing to her.

Hell, Alfred had met the omega in high school. High school! A hell of a long time ago. Alfred could barely remember the mathematical concepts he’d learned there, let alone an old fling.

Yet as he took Amelia to her first day at a tots’ summer camp, upon hearing positive reviews about an eccentric camp counselor who’d taught his neighbor’s three-year-old how to say the ABC’s forwards and backward, he was almost immediately pierced through the chest by those molten green eyes.

“Alfred Jones.” 

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Are y’all ready for some summer fun? Introducing the USUK Summer Getaway. Let us celebrate our favorite couple and their summer shenanigans! 

This event is a prompt week with one summer theme assigned a day. The days are listed below. The week takes place from July 9 - July 16.

Day 1: Beach.  Day 2: Ice Cream.  Day 3: Road Trip.  Day 4: Summer camp.  Day 5: Free day/Any summer-centric theme. 

Days 6 and 7 will serve as buffer days in which creations from any of the aforementioned days could be posted, if you did not have time to post them on their allotted day. 

You do not have to be a part of the network to participate.

USUK Summer Getaway Day 5: Free Day

This is late again. This is the last one. Gosh. 

Arthur has always been grateful of his job. Why wouldn't he? Landing a job in one of the top companies was somewhat of a stepping stone for his career. It has a decent pay check. He has his weekends free and his colleagues are nice and cooperative.

The only down side to his lovely job was it could be stressful with deadlines and demanding bosses.

But Arthur's company always took great care to its employees. It's been in their mission not only to improve customers' life but also maintain a happy and productive employees, thus he's now reading a memo from the Human Resources announcing a company retreat.

Retreats. An event where the employees let loose of their pent-up stress on work and unresolved tension between co-workers and last year's retreat had been something Arthur wanted to forget. He did not want to go but he find himself dragging his suitcase to their hotel.

Francis' been telling him how grant their hotel was with a fancy glass of cocktail on his hand. He did not know if someone from the Human Resources hated him but assigning him to be roomed with Francis was something that something that is over the top. He couldn't even stand the other until he's completely smashed to which he avoid as of this trip.

Leather hoes clacked on the polished tiles and Arthur could already hear the squeals of female guests and see the turning heads of the males. Arthur sighed and wished for the front desk officer to be faster in her job but it seemed that even she has stopped to look at the newcomer.

"Hi." His purple-stricken blond hair was combed back by his hand as he leaned to the front  desk and look at Arthur. Francis giggled- bloody giggled as the other smirked at Arthur's way. The front desk officer still looking at the man. Bloody hell.

"Good morning, Mr. Jones." He tried smiling politely as the other swiftly gave his information and the bloody front desk officer hurriedly did what Jones told her. What the hell happened to his room key? He scoffed as another officer assisted him.

"Call, me Alfred. We're on a vacation." He gave an identification and Arthur grabbed his keys.

"You know Arthur, we should be sharing a room." He grabbed his keys while the lady behind the desk lingered on looking at him. Arthur looked at him.

"I won't call this a vacation, sir. With your presence, I find it hard to convince myself to even relax." He grabbed at his bag. "And as much as I hate this French bastard here," He pointed to Francis who mockingly looked shock. "I don't want to trade room with anyone." He started to move while Francis talked on how room he'd been to him and their boss.

Why was he even here?

There were called by the HRD to have some team building activity. While everyone's been showing off their skin, Francis included, Arthur stayed on putting a decent length of beach shorts and a t-shirt. It's the times like this that people would like to show off things but Arthur wanted to stay modest as much as possible.

The first game was tag of war. It was a competition between departments. Arthur was not the strongest in his department but he was  pushed to be one of the participating contestants. He readied himself, positioning at the very back to avoid being crushed by the bigger guys on his department when he felt that someone tugged the rope behind him. How he wished that he did not look to see who it was because all he saw was Alfred bloody Jones Jr. smirking at him.

"You're not from my department." He frowned, looking unimpressed with this brat.

"She said I can join and I chose to be on your team." He looked at the manager who smiled at him then back to Arthur. "Besides, I'm pretty strong. See?" He flexed his arm. Oh yes, Arthur could see that tones chest and abs but that doesn't mean he have to tell that to Alfred.

He looked away, afraid that he might not take his eyes off to the other and mumbled, "Just make sure to make this team win." Alfred laughed, he leaned forward and whispered to Arthur. "Anything for you, sweetheart."

Arthur was sure that goosebumps ran into his skin and that his ears are now red but he thanked Michelle from shouting the start of game. Adrenaline rushed through both teams as they tugged with all they can. Arthur can feel his hands slipping on the rope and it starts to burn. His hands slipped but a pair of strong arm got over his part of rope and tugged. To his shock, he looked back and saw Alfred. His face determined to win and sweat beading down his charming face. Oh god! Did he just call this brat charming? He snapped out of it and started to tug even in the awkward position of basically being enveloped to Alfred's arms. A few more tugs and he felt to other side let go and the force must have been heavy on their side that he found himself tumbling back but even before he fell, Alfred hold him on his shoulders and steadied him.

"Oh- there." He whispered as Arthur tried to get away from his touch. It felt like his skin was burning from the inside. Alfred smiled at him as he muttered a small 'thank you' while his teammates cheered for their victory. After that, Arthur excused himself with being exhausted even though he's not. It's better to be teased from being weak than to be teased by a Baby Brat Jones.

They came back to the hotel by lunch time and everyone was famished enough to somewhat forget their manners and gobble up everything they saw on the buffet table. He sat with Kiku, a quiet Japanese man from the Engineering department. They exchanged small talks while the other tables chat up excitedly on what they will do on their spare time. Francis even suggested hitting the nearby bar for a few drinks. Oh dear.

He's busy thinking of how to turn down Francis' offer when a plate full of food was placed on their table. Both Kiku and Arthur was startled when they saw Alfred sat in between them. "Hi Kiku!" The Japanese man greeted the other politely and then he turned to Arthur. "Hey, Artie!" He smirked as the other greeted his teeth.

"It's Arthur, sir." He poked at his salad. The other just laughed. "I'll call you by your name if you call me by my name!" He beamed as Kiku quietly watched them.

"I refuse." He said, not looking at the other and just observing the towering plate of Alfred.

"Then, I'll just have to call you 'Artie'!" He choked and looked at the other to which other hysterically laughed before turning to Kiku who looked flustered. What the hell?

He tried not to talk while eating to avoid any banter exchange with Alfred but that did not stop Alfred the latter from teasing him. He had never been eaten his salad faster in his entire life.

That night, at the hotel room. Francis has been telling him about going to the bar and asking Arthur to join him.

"I don't want to go." He said, not looking at his laptop.

"Why?" He whined as he looked at the mirror and fixed his hair.

"I just don't want to." He emphasized.

"I guess I need to start telling everyone tonight that last year, you were so wasted that you-" His face was hit by a pillow.

"Don't you dare!" He hissed as he closed his laptop.

"Then, come." Francis' knew he already won.

"I swear, I'll cut your tongue if you tell anyone!" He looked at his suitcase for something appropriate to wear. "I'll be watching you!" He warned.

He purposely left his wallet to avoid but that did not stop Francis from buying him a drink. Now, he's at the local bar, cradling his first and only drink tonight. One drink won't hurt, right? Francis had been on the dance floor for a long time now. The flashing lights hurt Arthur's eyes and he could not find the frog. He decided to be the somber and responsible one to carry Francis' ass back to their hotel room.

He slowly sip at his drink when he felt someone sat beside him on the bar.

"I didn't expect to see you here~" He voice a bit hushed and he carry a glass with him. Arthur examined his clothing. He's used to the black leather rebel he always saw at the office but now, he wore tight shirt and a well-fitted pair of jeans. And he carry it so well, not that Arthur would admit that.

"Neither did I." He asked sarcastically.

"Your drink's almost empty. Let me buy you another, Artie!" Damn with that nickname again.

"Only if you stop calling me that!" He said, turning around. Alfred went to ask the bartender for another of Arthur's drink but he swore he heard his name being whispered to him. A delightful shiver ran on his spine as the other pulled away and sat again.

The drink arrived and the song changed to some blasted pop song Arthur dare not know the title.

"Let's dance!" Alfred gulped his drink in one go as much to Arthur's horror,

"No. No! Alfred, no!" He backed up from his seat as the other tugged at him to stand.

"Come on! I'm your boss and this is my favorite song!" He went near Arthur.

"That doesn't even make sense!" He whispered as the other came near. Arthur felt his cheeks aflame as the other came near his ears.

"I knew what you did last summer, Arthur. I can only imagine how you danced at last year's retreat. It's a shame that I'm not there to personally enjoy your show." The git even had the nerve to smirk. His cheeks felt very hot not and that's not because of the booze. Guess who's gonna be a murdered frog later tonight.

Alfred pulled away. "Come on, dance with me and it'll be our little secret.  he felt conflicted but he knew this man can woo anyone and everything he said will be believed by the others. He'll regret it for sure but he stood up and led Alfred amidst the sweating bodies of the dance floor.

After that night, both Francis and Arthur woke up into an unfamiliar room but the only problem was how would Arthur manage to come out of his boss' room.

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Day 5 of the usukgetaway!

It wasn’t even the Fourth, but the people were festive and the night was lit up with fireworks.

Alfred looked up at them appreciatively, the reds of apples, the blues of the oceans, and the greens of Arthur’s eyes.

It was a lovely night.

A knock on the door. “Artie? I’m here, you ready?”

Out came Arthur, dressed as usual, in a light button-up and jeans. “I wouldn’t have opened the door if I wasn’t.” The colors erupting in the sky painted his face in a soft and warm light.

God he was so beautiful.

Alfred smiled. “I was just being polite!” Alfred grabbed Arthur’s hand, leading him to the car. “Aren’t you always getting on my case about my manners?”

The Brit sighed. “I suppose you have a point. I appreciate you trying love.”

Alfred opened the car door and gestured for Arthur to get inside, which the former rolled his eyes at, muttering under his breath.

They drove, soon arriving at Arthur’s favorite restaurant. The Brit was a little suspicious, favorites were usually reserved for birthdays or anniversaries, but who was he to complain? They sat down at Arthur’s favorite table, which was quite the nice touch. He tried not to let his suspicions show, especially since Alfred was calm through all of this.

They ordered, and gave their menus to the waiter, who soon returned with their drinks. Alfred insisted on no alcohol, which was even more weird, but Arthur obliged, taking a water while Alfred took a coke.

“So,” The Brit said, breaking a silence, “your birthday is coming up, is there anything you would want?”

Alfred paled at the normally exciting topic for him. Odd. The list was ever growing.

“Nothing really, haha!” Alfred laughed nervously, taking a sip of his drink.

Arthur knew that was a lie, but decided not to press it. They continued the rest of the wait for their food with idle chatter, which was unusual. Alfred was never this distant.

When their food arrived, Alfred ate almost painfully, and that’s when Arthur really started to get concerned. He put a hand on the American’s. “Are you ok love? You’re rarely this quiet.”

Alfred shook his head and it seemed like his regular self was back. “Yeah I’m fine Artie! I just had something on my mind. I’m good now, I promise! Now about my birthday earlier…..”

conversation was easier after that. Arthur felt relived as his boyfriend’s boisterous laugh filled the room.

As they finished, Alfred paid, quickly overpowering Arthur when he reached for the bill. With excitement in his eyes, he pulled Arthur to the car, hurrying him in. Yes it was a bit rude, but the Brit was happy that the lad seemed to be more chipper.

When they arrived at a field, Alfred pulled out a blanket, laying it down for the two of them.

The fireworks were bursting in the sky, illuminating their smiles as wordless, they sat down, Arthur resting his head on Alfred’s shoulder and Alfred intertwining their fingers.

“It really is beautiful, all those colors isn’t it?” Alfred said after watching the fireworks in silence. “Reminds me of someone I know.”

Arthur flushed, kissing Alfred on the cheek.

“But that’s the thing though, you can’t keep their beauty forever. But I can try, can’t I?”

The next thing Arthur knew, Alfred was leaning down in front of him. “Arthur Ignatius Kirkland, will you marry me???”

Arthur, overjoyed, teared up, leaped forward, and kissed Alfred lovingly.

“Of course I will you idiot.”

Alfred, beaming, slid the emerald ring unto his fiancé’s finger. “The color of your eyes. I still have never seen anything more beautiful. I love you Arthur.”

Arthur Kirkland, the prince of sea was watching a human. The pale blond haired boy was hiding behind the rock as human he watched was playing with the waves. It wasn’t the first time that he had saw this certain human but he had been told by his papa that he shouldn’t look at them.

The said human was his age with sun kissed skin and dark blond hair with a little piece of hair sticking out. He was laughing and his blue eyes were shining beneath glass like things. He also wore what humans called shorts.

Arthur wondered what it would be like to have legs. He knew once he was of age he would able to change between legs and his tail. For now he couldn’t do it by himself he would have to his papa or mum with him.

He was so busy thinking that he didn’t notice that the human had left the beach. He didn’t realize until he heard a whistle and then turned around. His eyes were wide as he saw the boy sitting on a rock close to him.

“Hi, I’m Alfred. Your a merman right, I heard about your kind because of vatti. You look cute are you alone?”

Arthur blushed and took a breath.

“I’m Arthur..and yes I’m alone.”

“Wow, your parents let you come here by yourself?” Arthur looked away, he had come here without his permission. He wanted to see Alfred and knew his papa would be mad at him. He then looked back at Alfred’s smiling face he found himself smiling also.

The spent the whole day talking about their families and what they liked. Then they heard a call from land. Arthur quickly went under the water as Alfred’s parents took him from the rock.

Once they were gone he went under. He was swimming when he hit a wall of flesh he looked up to see red. He looked up at green eyes which were filled with anger.

“Arthur.”

“Pa..”

“Don’t ya papa me, ye know yer not to be on the shore without an armed guard..”

Arthur looked down, he didn’t like being scolded but he wanted to see Alfred again. He then felt arms around him and he hid his face in the neck of his mama. He felt calmed in her embraced, he then looked at his papa again.

“Belle..”

“Alistair’s he’s a boy, I remember when I was his age. I swam to our meeting place against my papa’s orders.”

Arthur watched as his papa’s face turn red as his hair. He giggled and then looked at his mother. He was greet with blue eyes that were framed by snow white hair. He took a breath and asked his mum the question.

“Can I go up again?”

“Yes, but next time myself or papa need to go with ya.”

Arthur smiled and swam around his parents. He was going to see Alfred again, he was going to talk with him again. He was going to be able to talk to him without worry.

“Thank you mum.”

“Yer welcome Arthur.”

US was kicked out of England's show after the embarrasing moment in the G20.

So, as compensation (because it's the motherfucking United States of America), he was going to invite England to eat anything, like ice cream, in his ex-tutor's home, in London.

And he was in a supermarket, choosing an ice cream flavor.

US: (singing) let's take vanilla, chocolate, Napolitan, banana, coconut... (etc.)

After paying the bill, he went to England's house, carrying all ice cream pots, to find Scotland coming out.

US: Wusup, Flameboy! Where's the old man?

Scotland: (too ease) Hey! Caterpillar is in the backyard. Come in! (Smiling)

US: Thanks, dude! You're great sometimes.

Scotland: Yeah, I know! (Turning back to his own way, smirking evilly) I know...

He had figured out what US was carrying and he was quite sure that topic would pop up.

-- 😍 🍧 😍 --

In the garden, backwards, there were India and Japan, in a Ice Tea Party.

Japan: (sipping) This is a good way to spend a Summer afternoon, Igirisu-san.

India: (sipping, too) I'm agree! It's quite comfortable to taste a good, fresh drink like this Red Tea...

England: Well, I was trying to improve the taste after watching some of your Cuisine videos, son.

India: and certainly you did, Sir.

England: I really appreciate it. (Smiling) After all, it's still tea and it keeps us on fit better than ice cream, don't you think?

(The three countries giggled, in agreement, while the spy one - USA - was in shock)

US: WHAT?! (The others were scared and quickly aware of his presence) ICE CREAM MAKE TO GAIN WEIGHT?

Japan: Hai, Amerika-kun! (His heart was still bouncing in his chest)

US: (dramatically) NO!!! ICE CREAM!!! HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME?!!!

Then, England couldn't kick US out after recovering himself by shock, because he had to give consolation to the younger nation and...

England: Now, what will we do with all these pots?...

USUK Summer Getaway Day 5: Free day (Hot Air Balloon)

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