For the next few days Arthur was floating on his happiness. Work was wonderful, even lunch time. Francis and his incessant meddling couldn't even bother him. After days of failed attempts to rile the Englishman, Francis threw his hands in the air.

"I give up, why are zeu in such a happy mood?" Francis shouted before banging his head on the cafe counter.

"Like I would tell you. You would tell the whole bloody town," Arthur said ignoring his partner in favor of his tea.

Francis just pouted and threw Antonio a look, who just shrugged in return. The drastic improvement in Arthur's mood was something he wasn't about to question.

"Perhaps mon petit Angleterre got lucky~!" Francis said as he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Don't call me that," Arthur mumbled, determined to not let anything ruin his day. Alfred was coming home, nothing would ruin that.

"Mon petit Angleterre~!" Francis sang out.

"I don't have to deal with this I'm taking the rest of the day off anyway," Arthur said pushing away from the counter.

"Oh? Why?" Francis asked picking his head off of the counter.

"Alfred," he said with a wink, walking out of the room just after he saw Francis's mouth drop.

Pulling on his shades he walked over to his car, he had left it there before work after he had gotten permission to take the evening off. Forsight.

Wiping his palms he unlocked the door and got in. He was nervous. Until now he hand't really been thinking about what he would do after Alfred got back. Would they actually start dating? Maybe they would move in together. Alfred might need someone to take care or him until his injuries fully healed. Running his hand through his hair quickly, he started the drive to the airport.

I should have brought a change of clothes, he thought to himself.

"Okay maybe foresight isn't quite my thing," he mumbled to himself, turning on the radio. Classical music floated through the air serving to clam his nerves slightly. He had a psychical knot of anticipation was twisting in his stomach, making him feel almost sick.

In what seemed like no time at all, Arthur was taking the exit for the airport. Making sure not to drive through the pick-up loop he found his way through the airport parking to a spot close to the gate Alferd would be coming in through. Getting out of the car he took a deep breath. He would finally be able to see Alfred again, not just see, but touch and feel. He would be able to hear that laugh without the static interference of trans-atlantic calls. It was almost too much for him to handle.

Checking the list of arrivals, Alfred's plane was on time. The Briton made his was through the airport, passing the USO, and making his way to the Starbucks. Ordering a steamed milk to pass the time, the English man watched as people went about their lives in the airport. Everyone was busy, places to go people too see. It reminded him of when he met Alfred, what if he had just decided not to visit the cafe that day. The very thought was abhorrent to the green eyed man.

Shaking his head and blowing on his drink to cool it, he let his mind wander through various things. Weather, sports, and news passed on the TV in the shop, he just let himself drift away on tide of thoughts.

Chewing on the inside of his check he check his watch, it was only about 1:20 driving to the airport hadn't taken as long as he thought it would.

"Bloody hell," he said letting his head bang on the table, the anticipation was killing him. Minutes seemed to take hours. Everything for five months was leading to what was about to happen, whether it be good or bad.

Deciding a walk would help, he dumped his full drink in the rubbish bin. Sugar wasn't what he needed right now. Passing by the flyby stores he stopped in one. Should I get him something? He wondered. Would that be a little too much? Looking around at what he could get he looked for something simple, something that Al would like. Hunting around the shelves of miscellaneous Baltimore souvenirs, he couldn't find anything that would be appropriate. Why were these people so obsessed with crabs!

Spotting something out of the corner of his eye, he walked back to the last shelf.

"I suppose this could work," he said as he picked up the brown plush bear, examining it.

Taking the bear over to the counter, he paid for it, and walked out of the store clutching it to his chest. He had killed more time in the store than he thought.

As he made his way through the airport back to the arrival gate, he checked his watch. 2:03, he wasn't quite late. The plane did not seem to have unloaded, seeing as there were no people milling about in uniform. Though Arthur wasn't sure whether Alfred would even be in uniform of not. That point hadn't really been covered in the Alfred's call.

Rolling on the balls of his feet, he tried to see more of what was going on, it seemed another plane had arrived. A few false alarms followed, as he saw several blondes that weren't Alfred walk through the gate to their families. Moments passed and Arthur became distressed, maybe Alfred had told him the wrong time...

"Thanks for you help, Mam."

There, Alfred was receiving his carry on from a flight attendant. His head was covered in bandages, but his stubborn cowlick still stuck up above them. The very same way it had the day they met.

Unaware of the rest of his surroundings, he started walking to him. Well, it started out as a walk but turned into a full on run.

"Artie! It-" he was cut off with an umph, as Arthur flung his arms around Alfred's injured body.

"I missed you," Arthur said pressing his face into the rough fabric of Alfred's uniform. There were tears, but frankly Arthur didn't much give a damn about anything other than that Alfred was home and he was safe. Alfred hugged him back with his good arm.

"Hey hey hey, it's fine. I'm okay," he said stepping back and using his hand to wipe one of Arthur's tears away.

"Oh do shut up," Arthur said pulling his head down gently and pressing his lips against Alfred's chapped lips. It hadn't been something he planed to do, but he was glad he did. Alfred kissed back softly, murmuring words into the kiss. Arthur never wanted to let go. He didn't care about anything else.

Stepping back, Arthur blushed. He didn't the kiss to end, but it would be just like Alfred to hurt himself on accident during a kiss.

AN

I suck I'm sorry. FORGIVE MY HORRIBLE PROCRASTINATION.

At least I got this done before I have to be off to camp this week.

I really don't know where else this fic is going to go, but I do have a lot of ideas for fics in this same universe. With a variety of pairings. I also have more unrelated USUK plots floating around my head. I'll developed them more at camp, so you'll have more to look back to when I get back.

Took a few liberties this chapter with how functional Alfred is being while injured, but eh~ I'll be playing the injures up more later.

I've been to the BWI airport so many times. I love it.

OH AND CRABS ARE SORT OF MARYLAND'S MASCOT.

ANYWAY.

Review please?