[ Fanfic] First Meeting

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Words: 572
Pairing: UsUk
Rating : T because of language
Notes: For Dunya and Nightwish doesn't belong to me)
Summary:
While riding the Underground and listening to Amaranth Arthur meets someone interesting.


The music roared in his head a deep drumming rushing through his very being. The beat pounded into him and it took all of his efforts to prevent himself from breaking into a dance. But dances were generally frowned upon on when you were in the Underground. Especially the Londoner Underground with its small compartment and people filling them to the brim.

He was reminded of that as the doors opened and – while it was a relief that some people trickled out – a stream of new people entered and he was squashed against the wall by a burly teenager. If he hadn't so much self-control and the melodious harmony that was Anette Olzon in his ear he would have probably flipped out.

Suddenly the train was making a curve no one expected and Arthur groaned when it seemed like all of the people fell on him as they tripped. For one tiny moment he didn't get any air yet fortunately the instant passed quickly.

“Sorry,” he heard a voice through his head phones with a thick American accent. Inwardly he groaned all over again – bloody Yank – but he had been raised with good manners so he just responded “I'm fine. It was nothing.”

“Wow, is that Nightwish?” the same voice asked and this time Arthur looked at the other. It was the burly teenager muscles evident through his T-Shirt golden hair cascading from his head and twinkling blue eyes. Damn Americans. Not only were they annoying but they were so bloody handsome and drool worthy and couldn't they have the decency to be ugly? It's not like he needed to feel even more inferior in his old hoodie and the black strap across it.

Yet for one moment he forgot to answer the question but then he grumbled that yes it was Nightwish. The Brit prepared himself for being ridiculed by the other and being picked on for listening to 'girlish' music.

But the American didn't laugh, didn't mock him , just beamed with an enormous grin at him. And then opened his mouth to question him in awe if the music he dimly heard was from the album Dark Passion Play. Surprised he blinked at the other. He knew the album?

The American, however, seemed to interpret the blink in another way and hurried to say that he was Alfred F. ( the F stood for Fucking or Freedom not Fido like his brother always claimed) Jones and that he liked it very much here in London and that it was nice to meet him and that he was excited to be here and if he could please listen to the music with him since his brother had stolen his mp3-player, i-pod, cell phone and ..

At that point Arthur stopped the stream of words amused – which was a first normally he hated if anyone talked too much – and introduced himself as Arthur.

When Alfred grinned mischievously and purred that such a cute Brit would of course have a adorable British name. Arthur couldn't help blushing as he touched one of his head phones ( with the Union Jack motive printed on it) unconsciously. It wasn't every day that he got a compliment – most were terrified by his admittedly gigantic eyebrows.

So when the American invited him flirting for a coffee or tea or whatever he was drinking he said yes.

Comments

[castlegurl101.livejournal.com]

Too cute!!

[xolavander.livejournal.com]

ADORABLE! Really! <3