Advent Prompt #10
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blood_wingedTitle: Prompt #10
Genre: General/Romance
Pairing(s): USxUK.
Rating: U
Warnings: None
Summary: Shortfic. Alfred, Arthur, and ice skating. So much fluff.
Prompt: Link
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When Alfred had suggested that they go ice skating he had not expected Arthur to react so positively. He most certainly hadn’t expected Arthur to own his own pair of skates or to even know how to ice skate. It had been worth it, though, to see that bright smile on his face and he sat beside him now as he pulled his skates on and laced them up. Alfred had always been of the opinion that Arthur had very pretty feet, though it was something that he wouldn’t mention to the older nation (for as much as he loved Arthur, making that kind of comment about his feet of all things might have raised more questions than he could answer), and he had always thought that the shoes that Arthur wore didn’t do him any justice, but those skates were something else. ‘Delicate’ was the only word that he could think of to describe how they looked, and they suited him perfectly.
But that was enough about Arthur’s feet.
He stepped onto the ice first, and turned, offering his hand to Arthur, who blushed a pretty shade of pink and took it, happy enough to keep hold as they began to skate around the rink. It quickly became apparent to the American that Arthur needed very little help, the suspicion confirmed as the man pulled his hand free and began to skate backwards while he said something to Alfred, who was far too occupied with the fact that Arthur was skating backwards to pay much attention to what he was talking about.
“Are you listening to me?”
Oh, yeah, Arthur was talking.
“Huh?”
“Bloody hell, Alfred. One of these days I’m going to say something really important, and you’re going to miss it.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s already happened, Artie,” Alfred shot back, grinning and grabbing Arthur’s hand, pulling the smaller body back against him.
“Alfred, be careful!” Arthur squeaked, clinging to Alfred’s arm.
“Don’t be silly, Artie.” The American nuzzled his neck and kissed his ear. “You’re not going to fall. You never told me that you could skate.”
“You never asked,” was the waspish reply, but he wasn’t trying to wriggle out of Alfred’s arms, moving in perfect sync with him. Alfred was rather glad that the rink wasn’t too busy, and those people that were there were either avoiding looking at them or didn’t care. He hadn’t noticed until the first time he’d taken Arthur out somewhere, how the general population tended to react to seeing two men together. Arthur had been uncomfortable at first, but now he no longer seemed to notice, or he ignored it, and Alfred reasoned that if Arthur didn’t care, then neither did he.
“I guess I never thought...” No, there was no way he could put that without sounding like a douche, and he’d been trying so very hard to not act like that in front of Arthur. The Englishman seemed to grasp what was being implied, however, and he chuckled softly, patting Alfred’s arm.
“Never thought that an old man like me would know how to do something like this?” he asked, drawing Alfred to a stop and leaning against the side of the rink, a tiny smile on his face. Alfred managed to look suitably shamefaced, and Arthur leaned against him happily. “I’m not all tea and embroidery, you know.”
“Oh, I know...” Alfred said, putting one arm around him and giving him a little squeeze, grinning as he laughed.
“You have a dirty mind, Alfred Jones.”
“All your fault, Arthur,” he replied, making a happy noise and giving him another cuddle. “I was so innocent before you bewitched me.”
“You soppy git.” He may have been trying to sound annoyed, but it didn’t work, and Alfred nuzzled the back of his neck. Alfred noted that he needed to remember to suggest things that he might have found unusual more often, because no matter how much he learned about Arthur there always seemed to be something new to surprise him.
“You know you don’t mind.”
“I know.”
Arthur pulled away from him then, and Alfred watched in barely disguised admiration as his lover moved across the ice, finding himself wondering what Arthur would look like in one of those tight-fitting outfits that professional ice skaters wore. He cleared his throat, reddening slightly and quickly pushing that thought aside as the idea went straight to his groin and suddenly made him very uncomfortable. Alfred could skate, and he could skate well (and fast), but it was another thing to be able to pull off the kinds of stunts that he was watching now. When the Englishman skidded to a halt in front of him once again, sending up a fine spray of ice, he gave a small round of applause and held out his hands, clasping Arthur’s gently.
“What else are you hiding from me, hmm?” he asked good-naturedly, planting a light kiss on the man’s forehead.
“I think,” said Arthur, his eyes sparkling and cheeks flushed by the chilled air. “That it would be much more fun to let you find out on your own.”
Genre: General/Romance
Pairing(s): USxUK.
Rating: U
Warnings: None
Summary: Shortfic. Alfred, Arthur, and ice skating. So much fluff.
Prompt: Link
Prompts List
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When Alfred had suggested that they go ice skating he had not expected Arthur to react so positively. He most certainly hadn’t expected Arthur to own his own pair of skates or to even know how to ice skate. It had been worth it, though, to see that bright smile on his face and he sat beside him now as he pulled his skates on and laced them up. Alfred had always been of the opinion that Arthur had very pretty feet, though it was something that he wouldn’t mention to the older nation (for as much as he loved Arthur, making that kind of comment about his feet of all things might have raised more questions than he could answer), and he had always thought that the shoes that Arthur wore didn’t do him any justice, but those skates were something else. ‘Delicate’ was the only word that he could think of to describe how they looked, and they suited him perfectly.
But that was enough about Arthur’s feet.
He stepped onto the ice first, and turned, offering his hand to Arthur, who blushed a pretty shade of pink and took it, happy enough to keep hold as they began to skate around the rink. It quickly became apparent to the American that Arthur needed very little help, the suspicion confirmed as the man pulled his hand free and began to skate backwards while he said something to Alfred, who was far too occupied with the fact that Arthur was skating backwards to pay much attention to what he was talking about.
“Are you listening to me?”
Oh, yeah, Arthur was talking.
“Huh?”
“Bloody hell, Alfred. One of these days I’m going to say something really important, and you’re going to miss it.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s already happened, Artie,” Alfred shot back, grinning and grabbing Arthur’s hand, pulling the smaller body back against him.
“Alfred, be careful!” Arthur squeaked, clinging to Alfred’s arm.
“Don’t be silly, Artie.” The American nuzzled his neck and kissed his ear. “You’re not going to fall. You never told me that you could skate.”
“You never asked,” was the waspish reply, but he wasn’t trying to wriggle out of Alfred’s arms, moving in perfect sync with him. Alfred was rather glad that the rink wasn’t too busy, and those people that were there were either avoiding looking at them or didn’t care. He hadn’t noticed until the first time he’d taken Arthur out somewhere, how the general population tended to react to seeing two men together. Arthur had been uncomfortable at first, but now he no longer seemed to notice, or he ignored it, and Alfred reasoned that if Arthur didn’t care, then neither did he.
“I guess I never thought...” No, there was no way he could put that without sounding like a douche, and he’d been trying so very hard to not act like that in front of Arthur. The Englishman seemed to grasp what was being implied, however, and he chuckled softly, patting Alfred’s arm.
“Never thought that an old man like me would know how to do something like this?” he asked, drawing Alfred to a stop and leaning against the side of the rink, a tiny smile on his face. Alfred managed to look suitably shamefaced, and Arthur leaned against him happily. “I’m not all tea and embroidery, you know.”
“Oh, I know...” Alfred said, putting one arm around him and giving him a little squeeze, grinning as he laughed.
“You have a dirty mind, Alfred Jones.”
“All your fault, Arthur,” he replied, making a happy noise and giving him another cuddle. “I was so innocent before you bewitched me.”
“You soppy git.” He may have been trying to sound annoyed, but it didn’t work, and Alfred nuzzled the back of his neck. Alfred noted that he needed to remember to suggest things that he might have found unusual more often, because no matter how much he learned about Arthur there always seemed to be something new to surprise him.
“You know you don’t mind.”
“I know.”
Arthur pulled away from him then, and Alfred watched in barely disguised admiration as his lover moved across the ice, finding himself wondering what Arthur would look like in one of those tight-fitting outfits that professional ice skaters wore. He cleared his throat, reddening slightly and quickly pushing that thought aside as the idea went straight to his groin and suddenly made him very uncomfortable. Alfred could skate, and he could skate well (and fast), but it was another thing to be able to pull off the kinds of stunts that he was watching now. When the Englishman skidded to a halt in front of him once again, sending up a fine spray of ice, he gave a small round of applause and held out his hands, clasping Arthur’s gently.
“What else are you hiding from me, hmm?” he asked good-naturedly, planting a light kiss on the man’s forehead.
“I think,” said Arthur, his eyes sparkling and cheeks flushed by the chilled air. “That it would be much more fun to let you find out on your own.”
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Date: 2009-12-15 02:01 am (UTC)Now I'm wondering the same thing~
Fweee, fluff~ Very lovely. <3
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Date: 2009-12-15 02:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-15 02:05 am (UTC)It was adorable, and I loved every bit of it! ♥
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Date: 2009-12-15 02:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-15 04:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-15 01:43 pm (UTC)More than just tea and embroidery ;D
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Date: 2009-12-15 09:18 am (UTC)I actually can imagine Arthur ice scating, I remember the old English novels where the kids were ice scating on frozen lakes or even on the ways when they were frozen 8lxD I bet he does pretty good
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Date: 2009-12-15 01:45 pm (UTC)^_^
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Date: 2009-12-15 09:59 am (UTC)Then Alfred challenges Canada to a ice hockey match for much lulz.
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Date: 2009-12-15 01:45 pm (UTC)... FIC IDEA! XD
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Date: 2009-12-15 05:03 pm (UTC)gomen ne, I really runs out of comment tonight XD
But this is as beautiful as everything else you write ^^
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Date: 2009-12-15 05:05 pm (UTC)