[Fanfiction] Beauty

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Woo, something fluffy to balance out the angst in Mirror. And I was bored in Study Hall, so you guys get two today from me. XD;

Title: Beauty
Author: Ryuuto
Series: Hetalia
Characters: America, England
Pairings: US/UK
Rating: K
Warnings: Human names, fluff, drabble
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything!
Summary: Arthur isn’t sure if his looks are to Alfred’s tastes. Number 20 in my 100 Themes Challenge.

“Aw, Artie, don’t let what France said bring you down!” Alfred told the Briton as they walked into the American’s house. Arthur glared but said nothing. He had tried to put France’s comment out of his mind, yet his poisonous words kept echoing in his ears. “Pretty, but not something worth looking at,” had been what that Frenchman had said. Arthur sighed and sat down on the couch, glaring at nothing in particular. He couldn’t help wondering if everyone else thought the same thing as France. There was a small twinge of fear as he hoped that Alfred didn’t think that. Arthur jumped when he felt himself pulled into the younger Nation’s body. The blond Briton gave a half-hearted struggle, but gave up and contented himself to listening to Alfred’s heartbeat.

“How do you see me, Alfred?” Arthur murmured, blushing a little. It was pathetic, he knew that, but he couldn’t help feeling the doubt that shadowed his heart. Alfred nuzzled the top of the older Nation’s head, causing Arthur to relax and snuggle into the warm body. The two were silent for a moment, getting comfortable before Alfred spoke.

“Well, I think your eyebrows are fine the way they are. You wouldn’t be England without them,” the American grinned and plowed on before the older Nation could retort, “Your hair is a very lovely color and the messy look makes you look sexy. That nose of yours is very cute and your real smiles can take a person’s breath away. You’re beautiful, Art, but there is one thing that I think makes you look radiant.”

Alfred paused, gently rubbing his fingers along Arthur’s jaw. The Briton was blushing from the honest truth he was receiving, embarrassed at how Alfred truly thought of him. The sudden pause, however, confused the Briton, until the American tilted Arthur’s head up, emerald eyes meeting sky blue. He was only vaguely aware of the soft, loving, beautiful smile that was on Alfred’s face.

“I love your eyes the most,” he whispered, “Arthur, I think you’re a very beautiful man. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“…Git,” Arthur smiled and kissed Alfred chastely on the lips.

X-posted to hetalia.