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Summary: Alfred walks in on Arthur plucking his eyebrows. Just a cute little oneshot.
Pairing: USUK
Alfred woke suddenly and sat up, groping for his glasses. He could hear quiet curses coming from the bathroom, and realized the crash that had woken him had been Arthur dropping something. Knowing he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He stopped in the doorway, blinking a few times to make sure his eyes were still working.
Arthur was plucking his eyebrows.
Arthur was plucking his eyebrows.
Arthur was... it did not compute. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, but nothing changed. Arthur was still standing there, holding a mirror in one hand and a pair of tweezers in the other, occasionally wincing as he plucked at a sensitive spot.
He was tempted to slap himself, but if this was real he didn't want Arthur to know he was there yet. Good thing Arthur couldn't see him from where he was standing. He edged slightly to his left, trying to get a better view of Arthur's face without being noticed. Arthur was so focused on his own image in the mirror that he doubted he would anyway, but a little caution never hurt anyone.
After a few close calls involving the towel rack and some bottles, he managed to get a good look at Arthur's face. He had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing.
One eyebrow had obviously been taken care of, since it was clearly more tame than the other. If he thought Arthur's eyebrows were bushes before, it was nothing compared to the forest over his left eye. Honestly, did they grow back overnight or something? Or had their growth been gradual and he only noticed it now because of the contrast?
Either way, it was pretty amusing to watch Arthur curse and try to whip his brows into submission. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, managing to keep quiet until Arthur finished. "So, how are Kielder and New Forest?"
Arthur jumped a mile into the air, whipping around and glaring at Alfred. "How long have you been there?"
"A while." He walked forward and bumped Arthur's shoulder. "So, how often do you do that?"
"That's for me to know and you to never find out."
Alfred laughed and kissed Arthur's cheek before turning around to grab a pair of pants and get started on breakfast.
"And where do you think you're going?" Arthur said, grabbing Alfred's wrist.
"I'm going to start breakfast. And don't even think about trying to help. Your cooking sucks."
Arthur rolled his eyes and yanked his arm, making him sit on the toilet. "You're not going anywhere. In case you haven't noticed, your eyebrows are looking a little unkempt as well."
Alfred tried to get up, but Arthur pushed him back down. "And what are you going to do about them?" Alfred asked.
Arthur smiled and waved the tweezers in front of his face. "I'm going to groom them."
"No. No way." His eyebrows were perfectly fine, thank you very much.
Arthur leaned forward, pecking him on the lips before moving down and lightly biting and sucking his neck. "Please, Alfred? Let me take care of them, and I swear I won't get in your way in the kitchen."
What was he saying no to, again? "Fine, fine. You can do whatever."
Arthur smiled and pecked his lips again before tugging on his hair to make him tilt his head back. "This won't take long," Arthur said, wielding the tweezers with a rather manic look in his eyes. He flinched.
Maybe he shouldn't have agreed to plucking his eyebrows after all.
Pairing: USUK
Alfred woke suddenly and sat up, groping for his glasses. He could hear quiet curses coming from the bathroom, and realized the crash that had woken him had been Arthur dropping something. Knowing he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He stopped in the doorway, blinking a few times to make sure his eyes were still working.
Arthur was plucking his eyebrows.
Arthur was plucking his eyebrows.
Arthur was... it did not compute. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, but nothing changed. Arthur was still standing there, holding a mirror in one hand and a pair of tweezers in the other, occasionally wincing as he plucked at a sensitive spot.
He was tempted to slap himself, but if this was real he didn't want Arthur to know he was there yet. Good thing Arthur couldn't see him from where he was standing. He edged slightly to his left, trying to get a better view of Arthur's face without being noticed. Arthur was so focused on his own image in the mirror that he doubted he would anyway, but a little caution never hurt anyone.
After a few close calls involving the towel rack and some bottles, he managed to get a good look at Arthur's face. He had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing.
One eyebrow had obviously been taken care of, since it was clearly more tame than the other. If he thought Arthur's eyebrows were bushes before, it was nothing compared to the forest over his left eye. Honestly, did they grow back overnight or something? Or had their growth been gradual and he only noticed it now because of the contrast?
Either way, it was pretty amusing to watch Arthur curse and try to whip his brows into submission. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, managing to keep quiet until Arthur finished. "So, how are Kielder and New Forest?"
Arthur jumped a mile into the air, whipping around and glaring at Alfred. "How long have you been there?"
"A while." He walked forward and bumped Arthur's shoulder. "So, how often do you do that?"
"That's for me to know and you to never find out."
Alfred laughed and kissed Arthur's cheek before turning around to grab a pair of pants and get started on breakfast.
"And where do you think you're going?" Arthur said, grabbing Alfred's wrist.
"I'm going to start breakfast. And don't even think about trying to help. Your cooking sucks."
Arthur rolled his eyes and yanked his arm, making him sit on the toilet. "You're not going anywhere. In case you haven't noticed, your eyebrows are looking a little unkempt as well."
Alfred tried to get up, but Arthur pushed him back down. "And what are you going to do about them?" Alfred asked.
Arthur smiled and waved the tweezers in front of his face. "I'm going to groom them."
"No. No way." His eyebrows were perfectly fine, thank you very much.
Arthur leaned forward, pecking him on the lips before moving down and lightly biting and sucking his neck. "Please, Alfred? Let me take care of them, and I swear I won't get in your way in the kitchen."
What was he saying no to, again? "Fine, fine. You can do whatever."
Arthur smiled and pecked his lips again before tugging on his hair to make him tilt his head back. "This won't take long," Arthur said, wielding the tweezers with a rather manic look in his eyes. He flinched.
Maybe he shouldn't have agreed to plucking his eyebrows after all.
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UsUK Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Alfred held his mother's hand tighter as he walked into Hetalia Academy Elementary. He looked up at his mother. “Mommy... I'm scared... I liked my last school more...”
His mother rubbed his hand. “It's okay darling. You'll be fine. I'm sure there's lots of nice kids here.”
Alfred squeezed his mom's hand tighter as she opened the door to his second grade classroom. There were kids everywhere. He hid behind his mother's back as the teacher came up to her.
“Hello!” The teacher smiled brightly. “I'm Mr. Vargas.” He held out his hand out to Alfred mother and she shook it. He knelled nex
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UsUk Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Alfred stepped in front of Arthur before he could turn and see who it was. “Stay away from Arthur!” The American yelled.
Arthur, annoyed that Alfred was being so protective looked over his shoulder and saw his father, his biological father.
The man sneered at Alfred. “So you're the little boy who took my Arthur away? Give him to me! You had no right to take him!”
“Arthur,” Alfred whispered, “Run! Leave me and go home, I'll be fine.”
Arthur's face paled, “I'm not leaving you!” He hugged the other around the middle.
“Artie... Please, go get your mommy and have her
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AU USUK
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It was that time of day again; Arthur's favourite. He had everything he needed- a warm cup of tea and his laptop on the kitchen table. His cat, Winston, brushed up against his leg and began to purr for attention. The blond smiled slightly and scooped the animal into his arms and held him on his lap while one hand tickled behind his ear and the other began to type his password on the laptop.
As the laptop began to load properly, Arthur reached over and took a sip of the tea he had prepared. A small yawn escaped him, but he blinked away the sleep- yes he was tired, it had been a long day but he wasn't going to give in. He had wait
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I... don't know what this is. I was on the #HetaliaFans chat and somehow we all got involved in Truth or Dare and our America was given the prompt to draw America catching Iggy plucking his eyebrows. She did hers, but I couldn't resist putting my own spin on it. XD
So... yeah. DO YOU SEE THIS, ~Dematerialization?
So... yeah. DO YOU SEE THIS, ~Dematerialization?
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lol why doesn't he just use magic? XD