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Date: 2012-02-04 11:17 pm (UTC)
H-Huff.

I see those socks there.

I see that they left their socks on.

I. APPROVE.

I. APPROVE. A LOT.

Socks aside, I really enjoyed reading this. I find America kinda cute in his possessiveness in this fic, he's possessive but not scary possessive....if that makes sense.

Also, I loved this interaction:


“Alfred…”

“What?”

“You have too many clothes on. Take them off.”

“… O…oh. Right, yeah, hang on.” Caught up in his eagerness (as usually occurred) to see Arthur naked, Alfred had neglected himself and he sat back to wriggle out of his jeans and boxers, ignoring his socks and kissing Arthur’s knee as he moved over him again, drinking in the expression on his face. “Better?”

“Much.”

“Awesome. Where was I?”

“Francis’ hands.”

The thought made him shudder, just for a moment, but it jogged his memory and he found himself with the barest hint of a scowl on his face. “Right, that.”


AND NOT JUST BECAUSE OF THE SOCKS.

<3 <3 <3 <3
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