A/N: I think this chapter is a little longer, but still not very long. I am hoping that the the fluffyness of this chapter will make up for that, though! ^_^

On a side note, one of my lovely reviewers made a comment about Alfred appearing like his chibi self. I guess that is sorta my intention, he's supposed to be about the height of a barbie doll, but chubby, so yea :)

I do want to thank you guys from the bottom of my heart! Seeing all that positive feedback makes me more happy than you can imagine!

Now...Prepare for diabetes!

Arthur woke with a jerk the next morning. Was that foot…? He rolled to his left. "Gaaah! Alfred! What are you doing in my bed?"

Alfred lifted his fist to rub a sleepy eye. "Well…it was cold, and I don't like being alone."

Arthur tried to cover his embarrassment with a huff and an irritable growl. "…You could have just asked. And why feel the need to take up so much space?"

"Because you're clingy in your sleep and," *yawn* " …I didn't want you to crush my doll body."

Arthur felt as if he turned three different shades of red. "…Am not." He grumbled out. "I'm going to go take a bath."

As he was stepping away from the bed, he felt something cling to the back of his shirt. "Me too!" Alfred chirped, clambering up to Arthur's shoulder, tiny once again.

The Brit's face grew even hotter. "Don't cling to me when you're not wearing anything!"

The adorable little angel pouted. "But big clothes don't shrink with me…and besides, you did yesterday." He batted his large eyes.

"T-that was different! And no, you're not taking a bath with me!"

Alfred stuck his lip out further. "Why not? I don't even know how to do it…I've never done it before." He added puppy eyes to his pout.

Ah, so he's going to play that card. Manipulating little git. "…Fine. But you won't fit in the tub with me, so I'll find you something else."

Arthur strutted over to his "office" room, which contained various dolls, old outfits from Francis, and random pieces of doll furniture he used for modeling.

"What's with all these other dolls?"

"Oh, those are just some old ones that we used to use for modeling. Francis makes me get a new one every once in a while so the fans don't get bored."

Alfred remained silent as Arthur fumbled through a few miniature objects, finally settling with a small pool. He shuffled slowly back to his bathroom and turned on the faucet and first filled the pool, which he set on the tub rim, before filling the tub itself. They both settled in rather quietly, and remained so until Arthur lathered up his hair and began to scrub it.

"Arthur, do me next!" Alfred's cheery mood returned full force, and he giggled as
Alfred chucked a wad of foam at him. Alfred turned his back to the British man as he scrubbed his body like he'd seen Arthur do.

Those wings look soft…I want to touch them. Arthur thought a bit suddenly. He reached forward and stroked a feather.

Alfred jerked. "Aaahh…mmm…" the angel gasped in surprise and slipped into a moan.

Arthur jerked his hand back in surprise, and Alfred whirled on him, blushing. "Don't randomly touch someone's wings!"

"S-sorry…I just thought that you'd have trouble washing them yourself, and…"

And I wanted to touch you. I want to touch you now. Arthur inched his hand forward and let his fingers nudge Alfred's cheek, watching his face intently. Alfred let his scowl drop and nuzzled his face into the large palm, making eye contact. They remained that way for a few minutes before…

"Arthur, the water's gone cold." Arthur cupped his hands and lifted the blond cherub, who giggled. "Ahh, your hands are warm, Arthur."

Arthur stoked his thumbs along the boy's shoulders, then down his arms…

Then suddenly he was being stared at in the face by a large bespectacled boy. "Gaaah! Don't do that!"

Alfred closed his eyes and let out a rather smug grin. He positioned himself between Arthur's legs and tipped his head forward, slowly bringing his face closer to the blushing man's, and let their lips make contact.

The blond backed away even slower, half opening his eyes to observe Arthur's reaction. The man sat in some sort of shock for a moment, before his face erupted into flames. "What was that for…?"

Alfred draped himself across the Englishman's stomach, his chin resting on his chest as he stared up into his eyes. "I love you, Arthur."

Arthur spluttered for a moment as his face was deciding between cherry red and deep scarlet.

"…HA! And we both fit in the tub." Alfred laughingly observed, breaking the mood.

Arthur knocked him on the head, turning his face away with the blush still adorning his cheeks. "Shut up!"

Arthur stood before the mirror with a towel around his waist, toweling off his hair. Alfred had finished before him, and had left the bathroom in quite a rush. Probably embarrassed. He thought to himself. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he smelled something odd.

That brat had better not be burning down my apartment…

To his complete and utter surprise, when he followed his nose into the kitchen, there stood Alfred with a pan in one hand and a spatula in the other, frying something while struggling to read the small print of a cookbook Arthur never knew he had.

"What are you doing?" he asked cautiously, peering over Alfred's shoulder.

"Cooking." Alfred said rather obviously with a sarcastic grin.

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Yes, I can see that, smartass. But why?"

"Why? Because you can't. It isn't that hard to read a cookbook you know."

Arthur crossed his arms with a humph and sat at the table. "I'm going to ignore that. What are you cooking anyway?"

The busy blond shrugged. "Something non-British."

Arthur's bushy eyebrow formed a tick. That is, until he noticed what Alfred was wearing. The chubby cheeked angel was standing with his back towards the Brit, donning one of Arthur's wrinkled white button ups, which had always been a few sizes too large (as they had been a gift,) and it still seemed to hang rather loose around the larger-built boy, reaching just below his upper thighs.

And of course he felt no need to wear pants. Arthur chastised him in his head.

But that wasn't the best part; no. Alfred, obviously in a chef-y mood, (A/N: yes, I just made that word up ^_^) had decided it necessary to add an apron. Said apron was also tied in a perfect bow at his waist, the ends of the tie falling to perfectly outline his a-

"Finished!" Alfred beamed, interrupting that thought and sliding a plate over to a now rather red-faced Arthur.

The English-man cocked an eyebrow at the meal before him. "…hamburgers for breakfast?"

Alfred's gin widened until it seemed to take up most of his face. "Why not? I thought they looked good-" he took a large mouthful. "-and I was right!"

Arthur sighed and subjugated himself to the greasy American food for the sake of the boy in front of him.

"Say Iggy…" Alfred started after a few moments silence "Did-"

"Iggy? Where did that come from?" 'Iggy' interrupted.

"Huh? Oh I think it just fits." He answered with a bit of a laugh. "But as I was saying," he continued, all mirth gone from his eyes, "Did you know about my…curse when you bought me?"

Arthur looked into the serious face of the 'doll.' "Sure; but I didn't believe it."

"But why risk it? Why go for me when you could have bought a doll that had no rumors of curses and such?"

Arthur paused in his chewing. Why had he?

"Why so curious?"

"I-" Alfred seemed to hesitate in his answer. "Every owner before you has been terrified of me. More than one has called me a monster. I just want to know why you would want to feature a doll-public announce your ownership of a doll- who society has labeled a monster."

Arthur felt his heart go out to the rejected boy.

"You were special; I could tell from just one look at your picture, and I had to have you. You were-are-beautiful. Why would I care what everyone thinks and miss out on having you?"

Arthur didn't know where that had come from, other than the fact that it was true. He never would have been so…mushy if it hadn't been for that pathetically adorable expression on that face.

The very face that was now splitting into an enormous smile, the very smile that always seemed to light up the room and warm up something inside of the British man. "Really, Arthur? You really mean that?"

Arthur felt yet another blush rise to his cheeks as he nodded his head.

"Oh, Arthur-!" Alfred ecstatically lunged across the table in attempt to put his arms around Arthur's neck, but only succeeded in tackling them both over the chair and landing directly on top of a very startled Brit.

Arthur let out a squeak as the large teen pressed on him anyway, and let out a rather muffled: "Alfred, heavy…!"

"Oh" Alfred jumped back. "Sorry." He then sized himself down and reached his arms up, the now much too large apron puddled about his hips. Arthur chuckled at Alfred's unknowing (or was it? He's probably just the type to do that on purpose…) cuteness and picked him up, careful to wrap the apron around him fully.

Alfred turned an even sweeter shade of pink before leaning in and lightly pecking Arthur's lips.

Arthur's composure remained this time, but he felt something warm and adoring erupt inside of him.

"I love you." This time the words left Arthur's mouth, and Alfred's eyes widened.

As the surprise wore off the small cherub, his eyes began to form tears once again.

"W-what's wrong?" the British man worried he had said something wrong.

Alfred shook his head and forced a smile. "I- I'm happy! B-but…how long?"

"Huh?" Arthur was confused.

"How long will you…love me, before I get old and end up with your other old dolls?"

"Oh, Alfred." Arthur stroked the sobbing blond's head. "You'll never become old to me. You might not always be my model, but I thought I told you; you're special. You'll be mine as long as I am alive."

Alfred ceased crying with a sniff, and felt a sense of deja-vu as he murmured, "Pwomise? I won't become forgotten?"

"I promise." Arthur said once again, resolutely. "I could never forget you, Alfred."

Omake:

The two sat on Arthur's bed that night, the elder in a full pajama set, the other in only an old pair of plaid bottoms.

"So did'ja like my cooking Iggy? Did'ja? Did'ja?" Alfred pestered as he bounced up and down.

Arthur shot a glare in the teen's direction. Revenge~!

"It sucked."

Alfred merely let out bark of laughter.

"You Brit's and your retarded taste-buds"

"Why you…!"

...Whatcha think? Overdone? Oh and I wanted to ask you guys a question! What other Hetalia pairings do you ship? I also like Franada (obviously,) GerIta, and I think I might like Japan x China.

Anywho, please review! ...or America might make you watch horror movies with him O.o