Hetalia - UsUk - Drunken Haze Part 2

"You're welcome. Do you need help getting inside, dude? Or some coffee, or something?" Alfred asked.
"I can open the door myself," Arthur said and ran into the wall right next to the door. "The hell-!? I swear the door was right here!" Arthur said.
Alfred grabbed the shocked Brit and helped him stand back up. Arthur was drunk off his ass, or arse as he would say it.
“What are you smiling at, git!” Arthur snapped. Alfred stifled a laugh, “Nothing. Let me help you inside.” Alfred said.
“Fine,” Arthur grumbled. They stumbled into the house and Alfred switched the light on, since Arthur was obviously incapable of doing so. Alfred helped Arthur to the couch.
“I got it, git!” Arthur shouted. Alfred laughed.
 Arthur glanced at him and sighed. He started laughing too, although he wasn’t sure what at. He was too drunk to even know what was happening.
“I’ll make you some coffee, dude.” Alfred said, going into the kitchen. Arthur sat on the couch looking around his house as if he was a guest. Alfred came in with a hot cup of coffee and gave it to Arthur.
“Ugh! This tastes like shit!” Arthur said, spitting it out.
“It’s black coffee, supposed to help with drunkness.” Alfred said, clearly unamused. He sat on the couch next to Arthur, not wanting to leave him alone. You never know what Arthur would do if he was alone and drunk, probably get another ale out. Arthur took another sip, this time he didn’t spit it out. He smiled slightly and looked at Alfred.
“Thanks,” He said. Alfred smiled and yawned. He was a bit tired. He looked at Arthur’s clock on the wall. It was 11:30 pm.
“How are you feeling?” Alfred asked. Arthur looked up at the American. Why was he concerned? Arthur smiled. “Better, although I have a killer headache.” He said.
Alfred stood up. “Where do you keep your aspirin? I could get you some.” Alfred said.
“Medicine cabinet in the loo.” Arthur said, forgetting that Alfred would have no idea what a loo was. Using his sexy smarts, Alfred figured that a loo was a fancy term for bathroom. He went to Arthur’s bathroom and grabbed the bottle. He went back to the living room to find Arthur smiling at him. He handed Arthur the bottle.
Arthur smiled again and grabbed two pills from the bottle. “Thanks, you’re very kind, Alfred.” He said as he swallowed them. Alfred smiled and sat next to Arthur, “Thanks,” He said blushing.
Arthur sent the smile back to him “You’re welcome,” he said. Alfred looked at his hands, deep in thought. He was trying to remember the good times with Arthur. But only a few popped in his head.
Arthur stretched and rested his arm on the back of the couch. “Something wrong, Alfred?” Arthur asked.
Alfred shook his head. “N-no,” Alfred said quietly. Arthur wasn’t very convinced, but he said “Ok,” anyways. Alfred yawned and leaned into Arthur.
“I’m just a little tired.” Alfred admitted quietly. Arthur said nothing, but wrapped his arm around the American. Alfred blushed and snuggled deeper into Arthur, trying to remember his smell. Soon the American was fast asleep, snuggled close to the bushy eyebrowed Brit.
Arthur glanced at Alfred and muttered to himself. “He’s so adorable…” He smiled and slowly fell asleep as well.
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"Here Alfred, I made some scones." Arthur said as he walks into the living room. Alfred  ran up to him and smiled. "Thanks, Artie!" he said. Alfred wrapped his arms around Arthur’s legs and took one of the scones. He  took a bite and swallowed, Alfred looked up at him and smiled. 
"Do you like it?" Arthur asked. Alfred nodded and Arthur’s smile grew wider.
"I told that frog my cooking wasn't bad." Arthur said and walked into the kitchen to get some tea. When he did, Alfred ran to the window. He looked at the horrible-tasting scone in his hand. He ripped it in half and threw the other in the bushes. Alfred turned around and saw Arthur looking at him.
"Yo-you don't like it?" He asked.
"N-No I do, but I-I thought the birds would want some!" Alfred said, lying to make him happy.
"Stop lying, Alfred. I know they suck." Arthur said. He eyes became watery and he sat on the ground, leaning against the couch. Alfred crawled up to him. He hated to see Arthur cry. Alfred hugged him and sat in his lap. His sobs began to stop and he held Alfred close to him.
"Please don't leave me Alfred." He said.
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The Brit woke up from his dream. He was surprised to find himself tangled with Alfred. The American started talking in his sleep.
“I will never leave you, Artie,” He said. The Brit was surprised. Where did that come from? Were they sharing the same dream? Arthur brushed the thought from his mind and fell asleep again. Hoping that he wouldn’t have the same dream again.
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Alfred was standing before Arthur. He was so confident, so great. He was a hero. Something that Alfred desperately wanted. But now as his hero crumbled before him he was beginning to think otherwise.
“You were once so great…” Alfred said, his fists starting to clench. The pouring rain around them made the situation worse. It made it into a horrible memory that they wouldn’t forget for as long as they lived.
“Al-Alfred, I’m so sorry.” Arthur said between sobs.
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Alfred woke up to the nightmare. At first he was wondering why he was dug into Arthur, but then instantly remembered Arthur’s drunken state from the night before. Alfred shifted and looked at Arthur.