America X England: For the Love of Scones

America X England: For the Love of Scones
By: thelittlea and animelovea
For: HystericalNapoleon's England Shipping Contest

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"No, you can can't die on me yet. I Need you!"

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!"

"I still need to call Arthur… Oh hey, you're here," Alfred said as his phone died.

"What the bloody hell did you need to call me for?" Arthur yells at Alfred.

"I need twenty scones in the next five minutes," Alfred answers.

"So it's true, my cooking really is good!" Arthur said excitedly.

"Of course not dude, I just need to get back at someone who tried to foil the hero's plans, and steal my hamburgers," Alfred said while doing a heroic pose.

"I see, I'll get started on them right away," Arthur said as he looked down at the floor and trudged to his emo corner the kitchen.

~Time Skip! (Let's count the scones… 1... 2... 20~!)~

"Here's your scones," Arthur said handing them to Alfred.

"Thanks dude!" Alfred says before kissing Arthur on the cheek and running out the door.

Arthur feels the spot that Alfred kissed him on and began to turn a dark shade of red.  He wondered why Alfred had just kissed him. It was just some scones right? Were they worthy of that kiss? A small smile crept onto his face as he replayed the moment over and over again in his head. "Ok, let's make some more scones!" he said to himself.

~20 burnt scones later~

Alfred walks in to see more strange looking scones. "You know I only wanted twenty, I didn't think you would decide to go crazy and make more."

Arthur grabs a dish towel and waves it in front of the 'freshly' baked scone, hoping to get them to stop smoking. "Hello there Alfred, I didn't expect you to be back so soon." Arthur coughed when smoke from the scones made contact with his mouth.

"I just wanted to check up on the maker of my least favorite scones," Alfred says while turning a fan on and opening the windows.

Arthur helps Alfred open the windows and tastes one of his scones. "I think they taste really good."

Alfred picks up another scone on the pan and takes a bite out of it. "The next chance we get, your getting checked in to a hospital. I think you killed your taste buds with your scones."

Arthur frowns at Alfred's comment. "Brittan makes the best food in the world, what the hell do mean by 'killing my taste buds'?"

Alfred smiles at Arthur. "So, what did you think of my hero kiss?"

Arthur turns bright red and starts to yell at Alfred. "Your stupid 'hero kiss' was-"

Alfred captures Arthur's lips in his own. Alfred pulls away and says, "That's not what your expression says."

Arthur's face turns an even brighter shade of red as he mumbles to himself, "Bloody hell…"

Suddenly, Francis bursts through the door. "What ze hell Arthur! Why did you give Alfred your freakin' scones!" He stops and notices Alfred standing next to the Englishman and narrows his eyes. "You…"

Arthur looks at the shocked Frenchman standing at the door. "Bloody frog, why do you always have to ruin a perfectly good moment?!"

Francis looks from Arthur to Alfred, "What are you talking about? Honhonhon, so Alfred has caught himself a little Arthur fish honhonhon."

"Shut the hell up, you bloody frog!" Arthur yells at Francis.

Alfred interrupts their fighting, "Yes, I have caught an Arthur. Now, if you'll excuse me," Alfred says while picking up Arthur and carries him bridal style into the bedroom.

After Alfred sets Arthur down on the bed he turns and locks the door. "What the bloody hell was that for?" Arthur asks while trying to sit up.

Alfred's face becomes serious as he turns toward Arthur. "We need to talk."

"You're being ridiculous. What would we need to talk about?" Arthur asks as his face turns redder than Santa's coat.

"I love you, Arthur," Alfred confesses.

Arthur  looks shocked for a moment before saying, "You have no idea how long I've wanted you to say those words to me."

They both kiss passionately. Francis laughs from the other side of the door, but only Alfred can hear it. Francis sees Alfred look at him from the corner of his eye, but continues to kiss Arthur, so he just decides to eat his popcorn as he watches the show.