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Cross-posted from 5 prompts

Title: Since You’ve Been Gone
Fandom: Hetalia
Pairing: Alfred Jones (America), Arthur Kirkland (England)
Prompt: Table 35; Prompt 3: you are always with me
Words: 2099
Rating: PG13
Warnings: none
Summary: Human AU. Alfred and Arthur break up when Arthur moves back home to London, and Alfred misses him…
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta Jen, for looking this over for me…
Author’s note 2: the chorus for Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar On Me”” by Robert John Lange, Steve Clark, Phillip Collen, Richard Savage, Joseph Elliot, and Richard John Cyril Allen was quoted as part of this fic…
For Angel…



You are always with me, Artie… Even if you’re miles across the ocean… Damn it! Why’d you have to live in England for Pete’s sake?! Or break up with me cuz you graduated…? You’d swear they only needed teachers in London… Alfred thought sadly as he reached over to turn off the radio. Damn it!! Why do they have to keep playing our song…?

“Pour some sugar on me… Ooh, in the name of love… Pour some sugar on me… C’mon fire me up… Pour some sugar on me… I can’t get enough… I’m hot, sticky, sweet… From my head to my feet, yeah…”

He sighed softly as he turned off the radio. Ever since their breakup, everywhere he went, Alfred saw little reminders of his time with Arthur. He could not even pass a McDonald’s anymore without tearing up as it was their favorite restaurant. They had been going out since Alfred’s freshman year, when they had met at a freshman and transfer student mixer. They had hit it off and had spent the next two years together. Alfred even moved into his apartment his sophomore year and they had been inseparable ever since… until now.

Arthur had taken everything with him and what he did not; he sold or gave away to Goodwill. As he walked around the apartment, his footsteps echoed softly. Finding himself by the sofa, Alfred flopped down on it. Looking towards his left, he ran his hand over the stained plaid. He and Arthur had had their first sexual encounter there, and Alfred smiled sadly as the memories came flooding back…

“Take your own pants off, you stupid git!” Arthur pulled his Def Leppard t-shirt up and over his head. Balling it up, he threw it at Alfred. Kicking off his sneakers, he undid the waistband of his jeans and slowly peeled them off. He rolled his eyes as his boyfriend of three months watched. “Uh, Alfred, correct me if I’m wrong, but I think you need to get naked too in order for this sex-thing to work.”

“Oh, right!”Alfred stood up and started getting undressed too. Painfully inexperienced, his only sexual encounter was with the lone Asian girl in high school at his senior prom. They had danced close and as soon as they could, they slipped away to make out in the backseat of his father’s car. Sure he had gotten to touch her naked boobies, but that was as far as she would let him go. This… this was something completely different and Alfred never felt so helpless and unsure of himself in all his life. He had gotten down to his tightie-whities when he looked over at Arthur. He felt himself blushing, despite the fact that Arthur had nothing he had not seen before, but somehow his boyfriend made a snow-white tan look damn sexy. It was all the incentive Alfred needed to strip down the rest of the way. When Arthur wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close, Alfred forgot all about being nervous and anxious about performing in bed as this just felt right, like it was meant to be and then some. He kissed his boyfriend back and before he knew it, he was flat on his back on the sofa, losing his virginity. It was just so special and magical… and so Arthurian.

They had made love all over their apartment when Alfred really thought about it. That thought put a damper on his plan to get a new roommate. There was no way Alfred was going to be comfortable in a place that held so many fond memories while trying to break in a new roommate. Sighing softly, he got up and walked towards the door. Grabbing his jacket on the way out, he put it on, pausing just long enough to get his cell phone, which he stuffed into his pocket, and keys. Leaving the apartment, he locked the door behind him. Down a short flight of stairs and Alfred was out on the street. He simply walked, heedless of where his feet were taking him.

After wandering around aimlessly for some twenty minutes, Alfred decided he was hungry. He chuckled softly to himself when he noticed “their” McDonald’s was on the next block. Alfred hurried across the street and entered the McDonald’s as he stood on line, waiting for his turn to order, he recalled the first time he had taken Arthur there. It had turned out he had been to before in London and Alfred was surprised the menu was basically the same…

“Blimey, Alfred! You blokes may have invented the place, but I assure you, they’re all over the place. We’ve even got Burger Kings. London isn’t one big chip shop, you know.” He chuckled as he shook his head at him. “And yes, I know you blokes call them fries over here.”

After placing their order and paying, it was a few minute wait, while the counterperson assembled it. Once they had it, they found an out of the way booth and sat down. Alfred grinned at the way Arthur wolfed down his Big Mac like he had eaten them all his life, which turned out he had. Not only that, he introduced Alfred to something better than ketchup on his fries… Big Mac sauce.

“This stuff is awesome on fries, Artie!”

“Told you!”

They ate in companionable silence, aside from the occasional “hey!” when one or the other stole some fries. It was when they left, that they held hands for the first time in public. Most people knew them as good friends and roomies, but no one had any idea they were going out. However, it did not take long before their friends caught on, and instead of being put off by it as Alfred had feared, they gave the happy couple their blessing.

Alfred picked up his shake and drank it, slurping the chocolaty goodness up. Those were happy times… he thought sadly. Damn it, Artie!! You’ve only been gone two weeks and I miss you!! Two fucking weeks! And it feels like it’s been two fucking years!! Alfred finished his fries, and getting up, he threw out his garbage. Taking his shake with him, he slowly sauntered out of McDonald’s. Alfred turned right and headed back to his lonely apartment. It felt like Arthur’s ghost was trailing along with him as every place along the familiar route seemed to resonant with his presence.

Unable to take it anymore, Alfred made a left instead of a right. He simply walked, once again heedless of the direction he was heading in as he wandered the neighborhood. Passing a row of Brownstones, he narrowly missed colliding with one its residents. “Watch where the hell you’re going!” the angry blond shouted at him as he pushed past him, only to turn and call out, “I’ll see you later, Sweetie!” to the woman that waved to from the top of the stoop.

Alfred felt a stab of pain in his chest. It was all he could do to keep from bursting into tears as memories of Arthur’s last goodbye came flooding in…

“Well, I guess this is ‘good-bye’,” Arthur said as he pulled Alfred close.

“Why do we have to break up? You’re coming back, right?”

Arthur sighed. “Listen, you bloody half-wit! I’ve explained this before, Alfred; I got a job in London. I’m going to be teaching key stage twos. Like the kids I was student teaching this past semester.”

“Fifth graders?”

“I think so, but they could be younger.” Arthur smiled. “It’s always been a dream of mine to be a teacher, but I also wanted to travel and that’s why I transferred here. I never expected things to get that serious between us, Alfred…” He sighed as his smile faded. “Don’t look at me like that, you stupid git! Oh, Alfred… Alfie… please don’t make this any harder on both of us. You could always come visit me on holiday, you know that, right?”

Alfred nodded. He desperately wanted to say something, anything, but he was afraid of turning into a blubbering mess, so he kept quiet. When Arthur wrapped his arms around him, he lost control and as he clung to him, he cried his heart out.

“I’m sorry; Alfie, but we should make a clean break. It’ll bloody hurt like hell at first, but you’ll see, in the end you’ll thank me. It’s like pulling off a stuck plaster… Alfie?” he groaned. “Oh bloody hell, Alfie, stop crying like a Nancy, you daft bugger… Alfie?”

He cried again upon waking up the next morning and finding Arthur gone. Alfred was inconsolable and it was a couple of days, before he could pull himself together enough to face the world with a smile plastered on his face. He did not know what was worse; Arthur not returning his calls, or his ex-boyfriend not answering his phone at all when he called. By the end of the first week, Alfred had given up any hope of ever hearing from Arthur again, but his ex had been wrong, it seemed to hurt worse with each passing day…

Alfred paused and taking off his glasses, he wiped them for wont of something better to do. He felt like he was going to burst into tears again and the strange looks he was getting from various passersby made him regret his decision to wander around. Putting his glasses back on, Alfred took a deep cleansing breath. He had to repeat it a few times, before he got his emotions under control, and once he did, he headed for home.

Rounding the corner, he walked down the street, until he reached the brownstone where his apartment was. He hurried up the stairs and key in hand, he unlocked the front door and stepped inside. Following down the short corridor, he reached his apartment, and unlocking the door, he stepped inside and locked the door. As he took off his jacket, he heard, “Where the hell have you been all night? I’ve been bloody sitting here, waiting for you. I’m tired as all get out and…” Arthur trailed off when he saw the dumbfounded look on his ex’s face. “Oh, bloody hell! Just give us a kiss, Alfie!” he said as he came over to Alfred. Wrapping his arms around him, he pulled him close for a kiss.

Breaking the kiss, Alfred said, “Artie…? I know this is going to sound stupid and all, and don’t take it the wrong way, but what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be teaching some key students or something in London…?”

Arthur blushes and Alfred thought he never looked cuter. “Well, about that… It seems someone made a real dog’s dinner out it.”

“A what? Can’t you speak English?”

Arthur laughed. “I’m speaking the Queen’s English, Alfie, not that bloody crap you Yanks try to pass off as English.”

Alfred looked him straight in the eye and said, “Go bugger off!” He smirked.

The two of them laughed. “Well done, Alfie! I’ll have you speaking the Queen’s English yet!” he teased.

“Yeah, right!” Alfred snorted as the stepped back from each other. They stood there as an awkward silence settled between them, neither one willing to break it.

Taking a deep breath, and looking far older than his twenty two years, Arthur said, “Well, someone fucked up as you Yanks would say and I was supposed to get the “I’m sorry, but you’re not hired” letter…” he shrugged. “So I’m back and since I don’t really have anywhere else I could stay… I thought you wouldn’t mind. You know, for old time’s sake…”

Alfred nodded. “Well, we could just pretend you were on vacation in London visiting your family…”

“… and that we never broke up?” Arthur finished for him.

“Yeah, something like that.” Alfred smiled. “Any-who, you must be awfully tired, so you wanna go to bed?”

Arthur raised his shaggy brows. “Yeah… but uh…”

“I meant sleep, Artie, not that. Although, I wouldn’t mind a lil.” Alfred waggled his eyebrows. “It’s been what?”

“A fortnight.”

Alfred snorted in amusement. “So you wanna?”

“Tomorrow morning.” Arthur yawned.

“Is that a promise or a threat?,” Alfred teased.

“Sounds more like a date to me,” Arthur deadpanned, getting a laugh from his boyfriend. “Let’s go to bed, Alfie.”

“Okay…” he replied as the two of them headed down the hall to Alfred’s room. Once there, they got undressed and crawled into bed. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they drifted off to sleep.

Comments

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vexed_wench
May. 4th, 2013 08:56 am (UTC)
YAY You got it done. I just loved this. Great job!
kiramaru7
May. 4th, 2013 01:45 pm (UTC)
Yup! ;p


*Blushes* Thanks, Vexed! I'm sooo glad you do! I hope Angel does as well! :D
baroqueangel
May. 4th, 2013 05:19 pm (UTC)
Angel definitely loves it <3333333333333333333333333

So cute and awesome and them :)

Best sentence ever --> I’m speaking the Queen’s English, Alfie, not that bloody crap you Yanks try to pass off as English

So that's why Jen wanted to know what fifth grade was over here :P

THANK YOU!!!!! <3333333333
kiramaru7
May. 4th, 2013 05:40 pm (UTC)
YAY! I'm sooo glad you do!!

*blushes* Thanks! I was sooo worried I couldn't pull it off. ^^; *has trouble writing America*

*snorts* Thought you'd like that! ;p

Yeah... *sneaky kira is sneaky* ;p

You're welcome! *huggles*
n0t_again
May. 6th, 2013 01:17 pm (UTC)
Oh how sweet and yes, so very them!

'Bugger off' is one of my favourite British sayings ever; it's so much nastier than 'Fuck off'. My swearing hat is off to the ever-so Great British. :)

So glad this got a happy ending; I was really sad for poor America! An excellent job, as always! XD
kiramaru7
May. 6th, 2013 06:49 pm (UTC)
And yet I always feel like I can't write them. XD

*laughs* Yup!! Do they have soem good ones, eh? ;p

I'm glad they got a "happily ever after" too, and I wrote it. XD

Awe... XD

*blushes* Thanks!


*is working on yours*
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