It wasn't even a special day, just the average weather for London as Arthur came to the park. He'd been coming here often lately, trying to get that damn American out of his mind.

Always going home unsuccessful.

But... today was different, as sitting where the Brit would be sulking, was another person. And they were just... gorgeous, at least to Arthur, they were.

Those soft, silky, golden locks cut short by the ear with one stubborn mass of strands making an odd curl that stood proudly. Smooth skin, tanned by the sun with a splash of freckles and a few small scars that paled the tone of his flesh slightly. And the physique, not quite skinny, not quite chubby, but just in between. 

They didn't even notice the person standing beside the bench due to very loud and quite aggressive lyrics.

Swallowing slightly, the awkward male came a little closer, gently tapping the others' shoulder. Earphones were taken out and once emerald met Sapphire, everything seemed to freeze.

"Hey, you're the dude from the rain storm!"

It was Alfred.

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[[Dont know whether or not to continue this fic...]]