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"Hey Arthur? Smile!"
Ignoring the imperative, the Englishman simply pouted and shook his head in a sort of 'you look ridiculous' kind of manner. Those were his thoughts exactly and it was only the truth, watching Alfred stumble about, juggling his enormous breakfast while trying to keep balance. Serves him right for poking his sides! He's a sensitive Englishman, remember? Still, the somewhat disheartened look upon the American's face merited a chuckle from Arthur, teasingly as he lost a miniscule amount of food. Though he persisted, Arthur couldn't help but argue that yes, he really did need a table, manners and good conduct should not go ignored, even at this time in the morning! ... But, it was a surprisingly good balancing act nonetheless.

Arthur just chuckled and shook his head, not really hiding his amusement, and followed wherever Alfred went. Heck, he could have taken them to somewhere completely different and Arthur would have followed, he really didn't care right now. So the tea and burger was waking him up, and tea in the morning instantly perks him up. Finishing off his burger and dumping the packaging into a nearby bin as they walked into the park, England sighed as he looked around, shifting his walk closer to the striding American. The place was so green and vibrant, Arthur remembered coming here in its younger days, playing with Alfred in the children's park, chasing him through the trees... A smile lingered on the Englishman's lips as they walked through, his arm slinking into Alfred's, holding it lightly, but refusing to look at him, almost as if he wasn't doing anything.
"Leth go on tha fwings!"
Frowning, but unable to restrain the smile, Arthur placed his free hand on his hip and nudged the American's shoulder with his head.

The American's appetite never ceased to amaze Arthur, not even after however many years of knowing him. He still found it bewildering how he was able to eat so much in the mornings and not have it affect him at all. Well, running and swinging back and forth wouldn't do him any favours. But before he could lecture Alfred with the logistics of it, he was already running off leaving a frowning Arthur staring back at him. Siiiigh. He shook his head and he stepped over to the swings, hands on hips, something of an English swagger in his stride. He doubled over, leaning his head near Alfred's.

The rush of the wind upon the Englishman's face felt soothingly exhilarating as he swung back and forth, higher and higher, bending and releasing his legs at the exact right moments to build him up faster and push him further up. A brilliant laughter and radiant smile shone through him, one of that sort that hadn't been seen in years, something that was kept hidden. The grin remained fixed on his face as he flew past American fighting to get up to speed. Okay, so maybe he was independent now, but England would surely make up for his defeat by beating him at the simple children's game!

Maybe it was because he was so small and light Arthur was able to swing higher, but that comment only drove him on faster and higher, sounds of his laughter resounding through the empty park. He really couldn't deny that he was enjoying this, now could he? But damn, admitting to it would be letting America win, again, something that couldn't happen. His laugh subsided to a chuckle, slowing as he noticed Alfred coming to a gradual stop.

Arthur skidded to a stop. Oh geez, 'barf'? That meant... s**t. Still on the swing, he called out to the persistent American.

The way in which Alfred forced himself to stop didn't convince the Englishman that he was feeling alright. But then, that might just be the older-brotherly nature he just couldn't seem to shake, even if America was now independent. Heck, he was just glad he was actually listened to, instead of continuing to swing, adamant to win. It was always something of a sore spot for Arthur, Alfred always seemed to be better at any sort of physical activity than he was; it had been that way ever since he was a child. A lot of the time England would just brush it off, trying not to take it to heart. But truthfully, he was a competitive bugger, and hated losing. So of course, it was only more grating to hear that America had simply 'let him win'. Arthur frowned, folding his arms, glaring at the American.

This sensation... It wasn't new, it wasn't particularly unfamiliar either. It was exciting, but calming. Angelic, saving. The Englishman had felt something coming the moment his fingers became locked into Alfred's, the mere feel of skin upon skin making him shiver lightly. The kiss came quickly, but Arthur felt the build up last a lifetime, his lips burning before quickly being satisfied. The connection sent out a quick electrical vibration surging through the Englishman, stopping at his hips, a growing blush reddening. It was... right. Nothing mattered, they were there, together, alone. Relations had been shun and criticised before, and there's would most proabably be no exception, but f*ck, he didn't care. It was them. It had always been them, it was always just him.

He could only ever recall the days of innocence, back when Alfred was so young, would bound onto England's lap, kissing his cheek or nose, proclaiming his love to him. Their growing up, their parting, threw this all aside, oh, if only he knew how much it tore at the Englishman, how much he willed it back. But now, now it was so much more, so much deeper, so much more meaning, more feeling, more... love.

England loved him.

They could be so close, he could hold him so near, and he knew, he knew that his love was accepted, was returned.
He would stay with him.

I'm not letting you go again.

The slightest thought of losing Alfred again pained the Englishman so. There was no way he'd be able to go through that again, especially not after so much. The fluttering in his chest caused him to pull the American closer, their chests beating together, the kiss still gentle, but passionate, his free hand gripping at Alfred's shirt, eyes suddenly stinging. Tears started to bead at the corners of his closed eyes, dripping slowly down his warm cheeks.