Another World Conference.

Alfred looked down at the tux in his hands. It was the same one Arthur had got him when he was just a little younger. The Brit had been a tad depressed lately and Alfred wanted to make his old man smile. So he decided he was going to wear the tux.

About an hour later, Alfred walked into the meeting, wearing the tux. And he did see a faint smile on the Brits lips as he walked in.

He still cares. Arthur thought happily

((A/N ANTI-USUK! DONT THINK THIS WAS USUK!))