The two sat in sorrow silence for a few moments before Arthur opened his mouth. "What had happened to you?" Arthur looked at him with curious eyes.

He paused. "I spun out and rolled down a ditch, if it wasn't for a single tree in my way, I would have rolled into a river. I broke four ribs, punctured a lung, fractured my collar bone and broke my arm. I had a serious concussion and was in a coma for a month. Thank god I didn't hit anyone, I don't think I would be able to live with myself. I got my licence suspended for a year, and I just got it back two weeks ago, but I didn't earn enough money to repair my car until a month ago.".

"Jesus Christ Alfred. How long ago was this?"

"Ah, sophomore year."

"...I'm...I'm glad you're okay." Alfred looked up, and gazed into his eyes. The sincerity nearly winded him. He looked so cute.

"T-Thanks dude...hey, now you have to tell me! Who do you like?!" Alfred hopped where he sat, like an excited child waiting for a present.

"Oh...how do I explain this?... I don't like anybody....ever." Arthur said.

"Wa? What do you mean?! Don't you like boobs?! Everybody likes boobs!!" Alfred gestured, giving the illusion he was squeezing a pair of breasts.

Arthur sighed and shooed away Alfred's hands. "I'm Asexual."

"Hey, I'm sexual too! But why not boobs!?"

Arthur face palmed. "No! God you are so daft! It means I don't like anything. I don't feel any attraction to anything, or anyone. In fact...thinking about stuff like that makes me feel physically nauseous." Arthur explained.

'Wait...wait....no! He can't be Asensual! He can't be! I....like him...'

"So you don't want to be in non sexual relationships?! Like, all Asensuals?!" Alfred gaped.

"It's ASEXUAL. And, some people are Asexual but will have a partner. But, I'm Aromantic as well..." Alfred stared and cocked his head to the side. "Ugh, it means I don't like romance or sex."

Alfred pondered for a moment. One hand in his chin, in deep thought.

"WAIT SO YOU ARE GOING TO BE A VIRGIN FOREVER?!" Alfred suddenly shouted.

"YES ALFRED, WHAT ABOUT THIS DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!" Arthur shouted back.

Alfred looked down at the bed a sad frown took over his usually cheery features. 'It's not that I don't understand, I just don't want it to be true...'

A heavy and awkward silence filled the room, every nook and cranny, and boy, was it suffocating. Arthur itched to have the subject changed. Anything, the weather? No, that's stupid....

"Hey Artie?" Alfred was the first to break the silence. "You never told me why I'm special. Why hang out with me?"

"What? Oh this again." The mood lightened, they were both glad. "I told you, you're going to have to make me tell you.". A devilish smirk made its way onto the Brits lips, making Alfred's heart skip.

'FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF' "Awe come on Artie! Just tell me! Please?"

'If this dunce had a tail it would be wagging.' Arthur chuckled.

"...hmmm,....no."

Alfred sat silent for a moment, before looking up at him. Alfred crawled closer. "I have an idea to make you tell me." Now it was his turn to smirk.

Arthur backed up to the headboard of his bed. "Oh?" He was feeling playful today, a little scared, but...alive? Yeah. He felt ALIVE. He had no clue what Alfred's idea could of been, but he had a sneaking suspicion he would find out soon.

'I'll kiss him.' The thought rang through Alfred's mind. 'I have to see for myself if he is Asexual. I just pray he isn't going to hate me.' Alfred edged closer, looming over the smaller teen. He put his elbows in either side of Arthur's head, trapping him. Alfred's heart was beating faster than a cheeta, his stomach was doing more flips than an acrobat. He felt ALIVE.

Arthur took in the Americans appearance like he was seeing him for the first time. He noticed everything, he felt everything. He felt his stomach churning, he felt the others breath dance on his lips, he felt nauseous, but for once, he ignored it. He could see the stray prices of hair over his eyes, he could see the vibrant blue peaking from over the top of his glasses. He could see his chiseled jaw, the smooth ridge of his nose, his faint sun freckles, from playing in the sun too long. The feeling in his stomach grew stronger, the strangely new but all too familiar nauseous ness he felt whenever he looked this boy, it came in waves.

Alfred felt like he was seeing Arthur for the first time as well. He took in every detail, and engraved it into his mind, all for the slight chance Arthur never spoke to him again. He noted his messy hair, falling into his face perfectly, although, an imperfect curtain for his unruly eyebrows. He took in his eyes, like fresh grass after rain, like holding emeralds up to the sun, like a pine forest, teeming with life, and mystery. His freckles, he never noticed them before, they were faint, but noticeable against his pale flesh. His lashes pale, but long. His cheeks, blooming red. He stared at his lips, soft, but chapped, small, but full, pink, but flushed. It fit him perfectly. He was nervous, was he worthy of such lips? Was he worthy of him? He hesitated.

Arthur saw the hesitation in the Americans brilliant blues. The Brit drew a shaky breath. He suddenly felt fear, he felt sick, he was afraid of what the other would do. He knew in the back of his mind. He was going to kiss him. And he didn't want to end this wonderful friendship.

"...Alfred."

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HELLO PEOPLE, WILL ALFRED GO IN FOR THE KISS? WILL ARTHUR REJECT HIM?! TUNE IN NEXT TIME TO THE POPULAR SHOW, 20 YEARS OF COCAIN IN 10 HOURS! BROUGHT TO YOU BY!!! YAOI!

srsly tho. I NEED THE FEED BACK. it's my life blood.