I'm Not Okay [UsUk]

Time's Up

A bit of cuddling, a bit of laughter and a quick, stolen kiss - the American and the Brit were having so much fun together, and their time lost in their own world took their minds off the problems they would have to face later, which included school and work as number one.

"The film was hilarious!" Arthur stated excitedly as the credits slowly rolled on the television screen. "We should do these things more often. Watching a film with you is fantastic." He loved Alfred's puns and quips, crazy and humorous details which almost nobody notices, and all in all, they enjoyed it thoroughly.

Alfred couldn't remember when was the last time he had laughed that much, honestly and wholeheartedly, and actually had such a good and thrilling time with somebody. "Yeah, we definitely should. I wish my house would be available more often, but it seems like we're gonna have to settle for coming here once in a while."

"Of course. But you know, my place is always good to go. My parents wouldn't mind us."

"You know my dad isn't too fond of Matt and I going to our friends' places." Alfred responded without much thinking, only realizing after saying those words how bad of a light they painted his father in.

"I bet if you ask him enough, he'd let you." The Brit shrugged his shoulders. If his parents were strict, which was only sometimes, he would ask a lot of times until they finally gave in. Of course, with Alfred's father, that would absolutely never work.

"You try, you die. My motto." The other laughed a little, although that wasn't that far from the truth.

Unfortunately.

"Hey, I have an idea." Arthur suddenly broke their little conversation about strict parenting, a thought popping into his mind. "How about you play me a little something on piano?"

"If Matthew wouldn't mind us invading the room, I'd love to do it."

Without further hesitation, the two of them walked over to the room, knocking before entering out of nothing but politeness. Once they heard a 'you can come in' from the other side, they opened the door.
It seemed like Matthew was working on a science project about static electricity, but as soon as he saw Alfred and Arthur he stopped what he was doing, turning over to them. "What's up, you two?"

"Uh, is it okay if we play a bit of piano here?" Alfred asked nicely, playing with the hem of his sleeves.

"Yeah, go ahead. I'm doing science out of boredom anyway, I'll switch to the kitchen." The younger boy whose blonde hair was almost entirely covering his eyes just shrugged, picking up the workbooks as he took his leave.

"Thanks."
Alfred nodded in gratefulness, bringing Arthur over to the medium sized piano. He sat on the chair in front of it, cleaning the bits of dust off the keys gently - it's been a few days since he last played, mainly because of the lack of free time on his hands. "So what do you want to hear, Arthur?"

The said Brit had a thoughtful expression on his face for a few moments, reminding himself of some good songs he would love to hear Alfred's versions of. "Hm... How about Believe by Mumford and Sons? Do you know that one?"

With a non-verbal affirmation of the words, the American started playing. The song was very smooth and casual, quite fitting for a piano adaptation. He played it in the original B minor, adding a bit of spice to it with a couple of arpeggios, octaves and switching the chord progression in the chorus.
Arthur loved it. In awe, he silently listened to every note, every beat of the song, astounded by the boy's talent.

"Do you like it?" Alfred asked once he was finished, turning over to the other.

"I love it! It sounds so amazing, you're amazing, a-and I'm rambling, aren't I?" Arthur felt his face turn a slightly darker shade, but a smile stayed on it nonetheless.