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Loving # 4 - Hands.


Author: soubi_tatsumi
Claim: USA (Alfred F. Jones) / UK (Arthur Kirkland)
Warnings: None.
Rating: G Summary
"" Gloves "said absently Alfred, who had watched as Arthur was trying to warm his hands with no success."
Notes: Mai gosh, the first post, my first table. I hope I'm doing everything correctly.


Hands.

The cold breeze intensified as they advanced. The decrease in red and yellow leaves gave a nostalgic air to the scene, Arthur watched them fall gently, moved by the wind. They walked for a while, almost no talking, just exchanging a few words offensive. When they finally reached their destination: a bench beneath the largest tree in the park. Arthur sat down immediately, but Alfred he stood a moment, looked amazed the show that the tree foliage offered, reddish almost entirely at this time of year.

- How come you never came here before!, This tree is amazing, "enthused the young man with blue eyes as he sat a few inches English.

"did not mean to bring you, I love coming here!" Came the dry reply Arthur, who accommodated the scarf with a grimace of disgust after all, you just followed me, you're so damn selfish.

"Oh, I know you wanted to come you can not live without me! I am a hero's heroes are dear to the rest Arthur

just glared at him, then tried to ignore the absurd comments of your correspondent. Again he was distracted looking at the beautiful red leaves fall, you fall like that place somehow felt that the tree held him while slowly losing its leaves, swayed by the wind. A cool breeze made his body shiver. He raised his hands were cold again. That was the only thing that bothered him fall, his hands were cooled with ease, getting to wear a strange tone.

-gloves, "he said absently Alfred, who had watched as Arthur was trying to warm his hands with no success.

"I do not like, are cumbersome, easily lost and I can hardly take it with them laid-Arthur replied in disgust, if there was anything that bothered him was being told what to do more if it was just that Alfred told him how to take care of himself .- Before giving advice to rest, at least you should sit properly, you are almost lying on the bench.

Alfred smiled as if to say "no expect less "when listening Arthur's answer, he straightened in his seat and took the cold hands of Arthur in his, then went to her face and began to warm them with his breath. The blush furiously seized Arthur's cheeks, who immediately struggled to free his hands.

- What was supposed to be doing, you fucking idiot! Arthur protested as he tried to get loose.

- Is not it obvious, Cejitas? Warming up your hands!

I do not remember habértelo order and do as I did not hear that damn nickname "the Englishman said, annoyed.

"Heroes do not need to ask them things just go and do heroic things! He concluded with a dazzling smile, and then bringing the hands of the blond still use whatever your face and give a gentle kiss.

- But what the hell! Arthur said, blushing as possible, as he sat up quickly and looked at Alfred with a murderous rage. Alfred

rose the seat and put a hand on the cheek of the young .- Ah, now you should not have so cold, "she said softly, yet full of malice.

Arthur turned and started walking quickly, trying to leave behind her former brother just could not bear the shame. Alfred was limited to follow, with a playful smile on his lips.

"Stop following me a damn once ruled the English-dried form.

"Nope, the park is not yours, I can walk where I please," said the young while I dedicated a gentle smile.

Tired, beaten, Arthur fell a little speed, it was vital that damn sick. By this time decided to surrender and let the other girl walked by his side. While walking your hands crashed a few times, accidentally, but each time this happened Arthur felt discomfort in the stomach, which caused her cheeks were lit a little. He thought of his hands were cold, empty, lonely. No matter that Alfred had tried to warm them before, after all, the effect would be only momentary Alfred would go away again, leaving him with frozen hands again.

snorted a bit glumly to discuss his last thought, but then felt like Alfred took one of his hands and put on a glove, and then take the other hand in his and entwining their fingers. Arthur did not know what to say, I wanted to complain, I wanted to let go his hand, he had accumulated enough shame on her cheeks, but really did not want to release the warm hand of Alfred, his hands as warm as her smile when she was sincere.

-No I worry I'm here! The cold is not a strong enough opponent for a hero and I said gaily young, probably in anticipation of protests by Arthur. English only just stared for a moment the words of Alfred, then stared at the front again in the leaves. After saying goodbye

Arthur went to his house, to a slightly lit street lampposts. He put his bare hand into the pocket of his pantalóny discovered in her other glove .- That imbecile I wonder when we put this thing in my pocket ... "he muttered. Then he sighed by way of resignation, finally smiling as he pulled the glove newly found, trying to retain the heat that remained in the hands of Alfred.