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my theory on what the government plans on doing if that zombie apocalypse thing is true

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everyone has their little friend group thing on here where they send ask’s to each other and tinychat with each other and text each other and do like everything together and have inside jokes and then there is me waiting to get into a group

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“Oh, okay, so they’re safe to eat usually!  Good, I don’t want my mouth to really be a machine gun!”  Alfred thought for a moment.  “Dude… that would totally be an awesome experiment!  That would be so cool!  Or even weapons defense mechanisms or something… could you imagine what enemies would think if we started firing watermelon bombs at ‘em?!”  He chuckled at the image.  “Though, I doubt they’d take me seriously at all, anymore.”

Arthur chuckled and nodded. “Yes, they’re usually safe to eat. But if you hear one hissing, I suggest that you run far, far away.” He laughed. He blinked at the other’s words, bursting out laughing. “Now that’s something I’d like to see.”

Alfred giggled a little, finishing up his sandwich with one more gigantic bite and swallow.  “Well, I’ll keep that in mind next time I find a hissing watermelon!” he said with a wink.  Finding himself seriously thirsty, he went over and grabbed a glass, getting himself some water.  “Did you want anything to drink, too?” he asked Arthur.

Arthur laughed at the other’s words, grinning slightly. He blinked, suddenly realizing he was thirsty too. “I suppose I’m a little thirsty as well.” He nodded, getting up and finding some ingredients for tea.

Alfred watched Arthur as he got up to make himself the tea, sipping his water.  “Y’know, I could have made it for you..” the American offered, not remembering that making proper English tea was not his finest skill.

Arthur shook his head, smiling at Alfred. “No, it’s fine. You’ve already made breakfast for us, take a break.” Arthur hummed softly under his breath as he made the tea, letting the tea steep for a moment before removing the tea bag and sitting back down with his cup.

Alfred smiled, moving over to go and sit in the seat that was next to Arthur’s, watching the other man make tea.  He closed his eyes for a minute, just listening to Arthur humming, and for a moment, he felt like he was back in the old days.  Listening to Arthur singing or humming some long, forgotten melody while the other fixed his tea, Alfred sitting and watching him, his legs, shorter at the time, dangling over the edge of the seat… it really was nostalgic.  Alfred took another sip of the ice water, opening his eyes and bringing him back to the present.
“That’s right… it’s better than ever now… because Arthur knows how I feel… and I know how he feels…”  A sweet smile came over the American’s face as he watched his love going around the kitchen before sitting back down next to him.

Arthur smiled at him and took a sip of his tea. “Mmm~” He sighed happily, deeply inhaling the delicious scent of the tea. Tea was always so comforting to him, though he realized that since he and Alfred started dating he had stopping drinking it as much as he did before. He supposed it was because Alfred comforted him now. Of course, he still drank it a quite a lot.

Alfred leaned his head onto his hand, his elbow propping him up.  “Enjoying that tea?” he asked, sweetly looking over at his boyfriend.  He liked seeing how calm and relaxed Arthur was, simply by a cup of his favorite tea.  It made Alfred happy to see Arthur like that, rather than stressed out by all of the work that the nations had.

Arthur blinked, Alfred’s voice snapping him out his little trance. “A- Ah.. Yes, of course I am, why wouldn’t I? If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have made it in the first place.” He replied casually, taking another sip, watching the other.

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Alfred knew this wasn’t a dominance-fight-type of kiss.  This was the type of kiss that it all came down to: how much they loved one another.  His tongue slipped into Arthur’s mouth, wrapping itself around the other muscle.  His hands rubbed Arthur’s sides and back, trying to get it into his mind that Arthur had actually come to surprise him, that Arthur was actually here.  “Mmmm…. Arthur…” he sighed, warming the other up with his touch.

Arthur wrapped his arms around Alfred’s neck, his hands playing with the hairs at the base of his neck. He put all of his love into the kiss, gently playing with the other’s tongue. He flushed as he felt Alfred’s hands rubbing his soft flesh, smiling faintly into the kiss.

Alfred felt the tilt of the other’s lips, starting to smile himself.  He hummed as he felt Arthur’s fingers going through his hair, tilting his head a little bit more to encourage him.  It felt absolutely incredible as he felt those thin, nimble fingers of Arthur’s.  He sucked gently on the other’s tongue, trying to draw it into his own mouth, making it deep and passionate.  “Arthur…” he whispered, hoping the other liked the sound of his own name coming from Alfred’s lips.

Arthur felt the other trying to encourage him and complied, running his fingers through his hair more. He flushed softly as he felt Alfred start to suck on his tongue, letting him bring his tongue into his mouth, flushing more as he heard the other say his name.

“Mmmm….” Alfred slid Arthur closer to him, the two men chest to chest with one another.  Alfred was about to deepen the kiss more when he heard a faint sizzling and hissing sound coming from the kitchen.  Breaking the kiss abruptly, he turned his head.  “Aw, shit!” he yelled, sliding Arthur carefully off of his lap and onto the sofa, sprinting over to the stove, quickly turning off the burner for the soup.

Arthur blinked at the sudden interruption, grumbling in annoyance at having the stop kissing Alfred, especially when it was just starting to get good. Though, he did hope that the soup hadn’t burned.

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/runs up and hugs him/ Awwww… c’mon, Arthur, I know there’s some truth in my statement!  Which did you want, hm? /kisses Arthur’s forehead/

E- Even if I wanted for us to have a kid someday, it would never work anyway.. Unless it was also a nation, it would die hundreds of years before us and I’d never want to go through that.

Oh…. /his face falls a little/ … Yeah, that’s… that’s true, I guess… I didn’t even think about that before… ^^”

*Nods, frowning faintly* Unless we found another little nation somewhere.

Hmm….. so we just gotta go island or nation-“hunting,” then, right?  That sounds about right to me! ^_^  Search for one that needs a good, awesome set of parents! /kisses Arthur’s forehead/

*Flushes* B- But we don’t have to rush into things, though..

/nods/ Oh right… yeah, I guess you’re right! ^^  We should take the time to be together, right?  Make sure YOU and I are ready! /chuckles a little bit/  Maybe we could start out with a fish or something, work our way up.

Y- Yeah, maybe.. Fish sounds good.. We don’t even live together anyway, so it would be hard to raise a child together.. *Doesn’t want to admit he thinks he wouldn’t be a very good father*