Disclaimer on stuff except my brilliant sense of humor.

So, I couldn't find this. I seriously think it kept getting deleted. But it's up now.

A/N: I have a poll on my profile for what Disney story I will do next. The pairings are already chosen so just vote for your favorite. It might win.

THE LITTLE MERMAN

CHAPTER TWELVE-HAPPILY EVER AFTER?

The two men arrived at their destination around four. They stood in awe at the crowd that had already gathered. The scent of funnel cakes, cotton candy, and deep fried everything filled the air. Happy shouts came from children at the rides: a Ferris wheel, a large slide with bumps and curves, a Tilt-A-Whirl, a few small kiddie rides, the Teacups, a Salt and Pepper shaker, and the Pirate Ship, among other things. That wasn't counting the House of Mirrors, the carousel, Bumper Cars, and the Fun House. Don't forget the games and the vendors of deep fried things as well.

A few couples were there and the boys were desperately trying to win a prize from one of the games for their girlfriends. It was funny how desperate they were, like their lives depended on it. Alfred decided he'd do that later with Arthur and try not to look like his life actually depended on it.

There were many children there with parents trailing behind with some impatience. They must want to leave so bad. Their wallets were emptying from buying stuff for the children and the children were begging quite a lot. Alfred felt bad for the parents, but he didn't care too much because he acted like a child himself.

Once they stopped staring, Alfred mouthed some words and pulled Arthur along; heading straight to the Salt and Pepper Shakers. Arthur rolled his eyes, but didn't complain.

After Alfred chickened out, went on the Shake, the swings, and the Pirate Ship, and went back to chicken out again, he dragged Arthur through the park to find the right place to eat. They were halfway to the nearest vendor when Arthur smirked and dug his feet into the ground a little. Alfred noticed they started slowing down, turned around, and stuck out his bottom lip. With one sharp tug, he sent Arthur stumbling forward, right next to him. Alfred easily caught him, straightening him like Arthur had done just two days ago.

Arthur felt his cheeks heat up slightly and quickly covered his face with as much hair as he could. He punched Alfred, not hard but hard enough. Alfred pushed him. Arthur almost slipped and fell, but quickly regained his balance. He moved back to Alfred who was walking towards the Tilt-A-Whirl and pushed him forward. He barely missed running into a woman and spun around with grace and a raised eyebrow. Arthur gave his best innocent look, but Alfred smirked and walked towards the small Brit.

"Alfred?" Arthur said, taking a step back. Alfred didn't stop. Arthur took another step back, bumping into a little boy who huffed and turned toward his mom who did the same with a glare and pulled the kid along.

Arthur turned back to Alfred. Alfred's smirk widened. Come here, he mouthed. Arthur shook his head and started backing up even more with larger steps, not caring that he hit a few people. Alfred mouthed the words again, stepping closer.

"No," Arthur said. Alfred cocked his head as if saying Did you just say no? "No, you're going to hit me." Alfred frowned and took another step.

Soon, they came to a patch in the park where there was only a few people: a couple making out on a bench, a man arguing into a phone, and a group of teens smoking as far away from anybody as they could get, which was great considering Arthur hated cigarette smoke and hated Allistor for constantly blowing the smoke straight at his face.

Alfred smiled at Arthur. Arthur found the quickest way out and followed it in a speed walk, leaving Alfred behind to try to fight off the local people. He managed pretty well and caught a glimpse of Arthur sneaking into the House of Mirrors.

America followed quickly, passing through the doorway and seeing the Brit in about five mirrors at once. He ventured inside following reflections and a snicker. Soon, he couldn't find a reflection of his love. He panicked and started running through the area, bumping into mirrors and avoiding looking at his frantic expression.

He quickly found the exit and skimmed the crowd, finding a big pair of bushy eyebrows looking in his direction. Finding his composure, he creeped up slowly behind the turned around Arthur, who was looking for a place to hide. Alfred sneakily wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist and pulled him into a tight hug that caused him to blush insanely and yell a string of cuss words. When Alfred let go, Arthur turned and glared, using his hand to cover his red cheeks. Alfred gave what would have been a giggle if he had a voice, an incredibly cute smile, held up Arthur's wallet, and skipped off to find food.

Arthur continued blushing, stalking off after the former merprince. He hadn't even noticed Alfred groping around in his pockets.

Alfred waited for Arthur at the vendor since he couldn't say what he wanted. He lifted his hand and noticed that there was a folded paper in his hand along with Arthur's wallet. He placed the wallet in his pocket and carefully unfolded the paper. It was the one he was drawing on earlier with all the little sketches.

He smiled and then realized he had drawn him and Arthur kissing on it. He widened his eyes and stared at the picture. God dammit, you could totally tell it was him and Arthur. Well, this was extremely awkward. But one thing hung in Alfred's mind.

Why did he take the picture?

Arthur eventually caught up and saw Alfred swiftly fold up a paper. He shrugged and walked over. Alfred looked down and beamed. Arthur rolled his eyes.

"What do you want?" he sighed, holding his hand out. Alfred reluctantly passed him his wallet. "What do you want?" he repeated. Alfred pointed to a man holding a burger. Arthur scrunched his nose in disgust. "Fine."

Arthur quickly ordered and brought Alfred his food, along with a soda and a funnel cake for himself. They sat down in a corner, leaning against the ring toss game. They could hear people get conned out of their money and people actually win for once as they munched.

When Alfred finished his burger, he reached for Arthur's soda. Arthur was about to protest, but then he remembered earlier and didn't want to go through that again in a public place. So he let Alfred suck down about half the soda while he rolled his eyes and continued eating his funnel cake.

Alfred tried to be patient and calm as Arthur ate, but he wanted to do something and his love was taking FOREVER! And a half! Alfred looked over and let out what would have been a sigh, seeing the Brit still had half of the funnel cake left.

He stood up, brushed the dirt off his legs, and walked. He saw the ring toss, a boy trying to win a large purple bear for a girl, looked back at Arthur, and then the game. He scanned the prizes and saw one that Arthur would like: a huge stuffed rainbow unicorn. He smirked, went back to his love, and yanked him to his feet, almost causing him to drop the funnel cake he had on his knees. He caught it just in time.

"What was that for?" Arthur scolded, wiping away dirt and powdered sugar. Alfred held out his hand. Arthur raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Alfred let out another silent sigh and groped around Arthur's pockets for his wallet. Arthur tried pushing him away, but it was a lost effort. Alfred smiled once he retrieved the wallet and started to walk around. Arthur bent down and grabbed his soda before following. Once Arthur saw what Alfred wanted to do, he blushed a little more from the one he got from the groping and shook his head.

"No," he refused. "You're not wasting my money."

Alfred grinned, opened the wallet, and took out a five. He handed it to a man with a big mustache and green eyes running the game before Arthur could stop him. While the man slipped the bill into a box, Arthur glared and Alfred shrugged with a very confident look. The man came back up and gave Alfred five rings.

"Now, young man," he began to explain, "all you have to do is get one or more of those rings around a bottle down there and you win the prize. That sound easy enough?" Alfred nodded and the man smiled. "Alright, go ahead."

Alfred smiled and picked up a ring. Arthur sighed, knowing he couldn't stop Alfred from doing this now, set his funnel cake on the piece of wood separating them from the bottles, and leaned against the wall to watch and sip his soda.

Alfred's first throw didn't catch on a bottle. Arthur knew that it wouldn't and couldn't help but mutter that. Alfred looked over with a slight glare and turned back with more determination. His second throw didn't make it either. Arthur sipped his soda with a roll of his eyes. Alfred pouted and threw the next one. That one made it on the bottles, which surprised Arthur and made Alfred proud enough to mouth IN YOUR FACE!

"So? It was a lucky shot," Arthur remarked, tearing off a piece of his funnel cake. Alfred smirked. The next ring was just as successful. "Whatever, I bet you can't do it three times."

Arthur sipped his soda and watched as Alfred threw the last one. It clicked against the necks of the bottles before finally settling around one. He spent the next thirty seconds silently gloating and laughing while Arthur smiled with another eye roll and bite of funnel cake. After he finished, he picked the rainbow unicorn in front of tons of people and picked up the funnel cake, starting to walk back to the patch with a few people and lots of open space. Arthur felt his cheeks heat up as a dozen eyes watched him walk after Alfred, who everyone correctly guessed as gay.

Alfred and Arthur sat on the now empty bench in the now empty space. Nobody was around and all that was there was the low hum of rides in the distance, some trash, and the scent of funnel cake and sweat. It's super easy to tell a carnival just by the smells or the sounds.

When they sat down, Alfred gave Arthur the funnel cake and the stuffed unicorn. Arthur blushed and picked up the unicorn, moving the legs around and poking the horn. He gazed back at Alfred who was looking at him with a smile.

"Thanks," Arthur mumbled. Alfred mouthed you're welcome and tore a bit from the funnel cake.

Arthur set the unicorn beside them and took a sip of soda, turning to look at Alfred. He ate the last of the funnel cake, folding the paper plate when he was done. Arthur chuckled and snatched it from Alfred, leaving for a second to throw it and the plastic that now just contained ice away.

When he got back, he said, "I used to come here every summer with my brothers. It was fun. They never won anything, just wasted their money and my money. We rode the Salt and Pepper Shakers, the Shake, and everything; we never chickened out of riding any of them. They always managed to get into trouble and have us kicked out, but it was still fun. Then they started being even bigger assholes than they already were and we didn't go again." Then under his breath, he added, "Stupid wankers ruin everything," but it wasn't under his breath enough so Alfred heard.

Nonsense, Alfred thought with a smile at the small Brit beside him. They haven't ruined my chances with you.

After chickening out once again and riding the carousel and the Tilt-A-Whirl, Alfred finally summoned enough courage to ride the Salt and Pepper Shakers with Arthur. If he had had his voice, everyone's ears would still be ringing. Instead he just opened his mouth in a quiet scream. Arthur just laughed at him.

Once the ride was over, Alfred looked over at the sky. The sun was getting close to setting. The kiss had to happen. So Alfred pulled Arthur over to the Ferris wheel and they spun around multiple times, stopping at the top. Arthur stared out at the sky and the ground bellow in a state of contentment; Alfred stared at him in the same way, just a little more lustful. The stop didn't last long and they were moving before Alfred could try any moves.

It was getting closer to setting. Alfred was panicking, his heart was a mile a minute and he couldn't think straight. Arthur was talking, but he couldn't hear over the rushing in his ears. Then, Arthur had a hold of his hand and was dragging him out of the carnival. They ended up sitting on the docks they were on the day before, staring at the lovely sky.

Except Alfred wasn't thinking that the pinks, oranges, and reds were very lovely at the moment.

Oh, Triton, I shouldn't have done this! I should've just stayed in the ocean! I'm going to die! I'm too amazing to die! And I never got the chance to tell Arthur I love him! I should have made my will!

Arthur glanced over and noticed Alfred's worried expression. He scooted closer and poked Alfred. Alfred freaked out, nearly jumping into the water.

"Alfred, it's me," Arthur reassured him. That only seemed to make him worry more. "Stop that, there's nothing to worry about." Alfred turned to him and nodded his head vigorously, as in saying there is. "Okay, then what?" Alfred pointed to his throat with a look of Did you really ask me that? "You were doing fine without words and now all the sudden it's a huge problem?" Alfred nodded again.

Then he remembered the picture. He rummaged through his pockets until he found it and held it out triumphantly. He unfolded it in a hurry, holding it out to Arthur and pointing to the middle picture. Arthur blushed.

"Why'd you draw that?" he asked. Alfred face-palmed and shook the paper, glancing at the sinking sun. He was so afraid. "Alfred, please be calm, it's going to be fine, whatever it is."

The sun was so close to being gone and he was panicking and wasn't getting any lip action whatsoever and oh Triton, it's not looking good for him and this is so-

"Hey, since you got me this," Arthur moved the wrist with the unicorn in it, "I should give you something." Alfred widened his eyes and pointed at the picture again. Arthur blushed deeply. "A-al-alright," he mumbled. FUCK YES!

Arthur stepped closer, closed his eyes, and leaned in. Alfred glanced at the sun, just a red line above the water, and he couldn't wait. He pulled Arthur in, closed his eyes, and smiled against Arthur's lips before continuing to kiss him. Arthur's face was the reddest it'd ever get as he felt Alfred snake his arms around his waist, pulling him closer. Yeah, the kiss was a little sloppy and awkward, but it was their first.

When they both went up for air, the kiss was better, hot and passionate like every second kiss. Alfred's tongue touched Arthur's lips and they instantly parted, allowing Alfred to move his tongue in and explore Arthur's mouth. Arthur eventually wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck, getting rid of the little space that was left between them.

As they finally parted, sucking in air, Alfred looked over and didn't see any sun or him as sea foam. What he did see, however, was Gilbert with a huge smile on his face, holding out the squishy thing that had Alfred's voice in it, and Matthew beside him as well. He heard Arthur gasp.

"Awesome timing, sucking face just as the sun set," Gilbert snickered. Matthew and Alfred rolled their eyes. Alfred flicked him off before holding his hand out. Gilbert pulled the voice thing away. "Ah-ah-ah, the awesome me hasn't finished. How rude. Anyway, blah, blah, blah, you did it…feel proud of yourself… I'm awesome….um, the awesome me awesomely suggests you consider seeing your unawesome family because they miss you…your awesome friend is my new boyfriend…you can live here with your boy toy…yadda yadda yadda…" He thought for a second. "That's all. Here's your voice."

He flung the thing over and Alfred cringed, imagining it breaking or something and him losing his voice forever. Thankfully, he caught it and swallowed it quickly, the same suggestive way as before that made Arthur and Gilbert blush. He glowed yellow for a moment before hacking it back up. There was real coughing this time. He caught it as he spit it up and threw it into the ocean.

"You little whore!" Alfred yelled, glaring at Matt. His voice shocked everyone since they hadn't heard it in a long time or, in Arthur's case, never heard it. "You are by far the worst spy ever! And oh, Triton, with that thing?" He pointed at Gilbert, who glared.

"This is why I should've kept that ungrateful, unawesome bastard's voice!" Gilbert shouted. "Don't make me raise a storm!"

"Do it and see if my father doesn't kill you and sell you to the cannibal shop!"

"He won't do shit!"

"You're right, I'll do it for him!"

Alfred started to lunge, but Arthur held him back. Alfred glared at Gilbert he held up one hand that crackled with purple sparks. Alfred bared his teeth. Arthur pulled him a little father back.

"Do you mind telling me what's going on?" Arthur ground out. Alfred smiled sweetly, patting Arthur's head.

"I will, once I finish my conversation," Alfred answered in such a sweet tone. He turned back to Gilbert. "And how come you didn't tell me how fucking hard it would be to go this long without a voice?"

"You never asked," Gilbert replied with a smirk. Alfred took a deep breath and turned back to his friend, who was just watching with an amused look.

"Matt, will you kick your boyfriend's fins for me? Please?" Alfred asked. Matthew smiled and nodded. "And tell my family that I'll see them soon." He pointed at Gilbert again. "You will take me to see my family again, right?"

"Kesesesese, even if I don't want to, I will because I'm that awesome," Gilbert answered.

"Great now get out of my sight." Gilbert shrugged and ducked under. Matthew waved. "Bye, Mattie."

"Bye, Alfie. I promise to come by," Matthew said then followed pursue of Gilbert.

Once they were gone, Alfred turned to Arthur, grabbed him by the shoulders, and looked him in the eye with the most serious expression Alfred could ever make. "I love you, Arthur Kirkland," he whispered before pulling him into a big hug.

"I-I love you, too, Alfred," Arthur murmured in his ear and Alfred didn't have to look to know the Brit was blushing like mad. He knew him just that well. And he also he knew that Arthur meant it.

He meant it as well.

As for happily ever after, you ask?

Well, Alfred explained it all to Arthur: how he was a merman, a merprince, how he saw the lovely Brit and instantly knew he was in love, how he made a deal with Gilbert, everything. Arthur was excited, if not a little suspicious until he met Alfred's family.

Yes, the two do get on each other's nerves. Of course they do. They're different from each other. Alfred does like to annoy the Brit, but that's just the way he is. They yell at each other, but in truth, they're both glad to hear Alfred's voice, that they don't mind that much. They only got into one seriously huge fight and they both cried for days until they made up.

Of course, there's good things as well. They go to that dock every day at sunset; they did it even in the fight, even if they didn't talk or look at each other. Alfred draws pictures of them a lot that Arthur keeps in one drawer in his desk. Arthur eventually put up a protection spell to keep ghost away, just for their room, just for Alfred. They make a routine of reading and watching The Little Mermaid. And do I even have to mention their nights?

And you're probably wondering about Gilbert and Matthew. Well, they're doing just fine. And every time Antonio or Francis tease them, they just mention the cannibal shop and they instantly shut up. I mean, yeah, they have their ups and downs, too. Like the time Gilbert was making a potion and Matthew came over and kissed him, he added a wrong ingredient and the potion blew up, dying their whole bodies pink as far the rest of the house. Or the times when Gilbert starts nagging on Matthew for being friends with Alfred and Matthew gives him the cold shoulder until Gilbert apologizes.

Let's not forget Felicianno and Ludwig. They aren't exactly boyfriend and boyfriend yet because Ludwig's awkward with his feelings, but they're getting there.

So, I guess, it is a happily ever after. Just a different one than we're used to.