More UsUk prt 2

Alfred picked up the letter he had kept for about eight years now. He looked at the address. “I need to find him...” It was a letter from a young British boy, he'd never forgot him. Alfred remembered meeting him before he got the letter. He read the last words on the page. 'Mr. Jones, you broke my heart...' Alfred felt terrible, he'd have people tell him he was a bad actor, he'd had people tell him that they hated him. But never had he hurt someone personally.

His agent came in. “Your flight to England is in two hours, are you ready?” She asked.

Alfred nodded and got up before putting the letter in his suitcase and heading off to the airport.

The American arrived and was exhausted, he had four days before he had to shoot and he was determined to find Arthur and beg for him to forgive him. In the morning Alfred was up and out the door, scouting out the address on the envelope. He came to the door and rung the bell. He heard a woman call from inside and came to the door, she was a middle aged woman who smiled when she saw Alfred. “Alfred F. Jones... Oh my lucky stars...”

He smiled at her and held the letter tightly. “Is this still the Kirkland residence?” He asked hopefully.

She smiled and nodded. “But my boys have all moved out...” She said somewhat sadly.

His eyebrows knit a bit in disappointment. “I-is your son, Arthur, still in the country?” He asked.

She nodded and wrote down his address for him, he smiled and took it, it was all the way in Canterbury.

He sighed and looked over it again and again. “Thank you, is he home today?”

She thought for a moment. “I could call him and make sure~” She went inside quickly and called her son. She came back and nodded. “He is, he'll be home the rest of the day!”

He smiled and thanked her before going back to the car and giving the address to his driver and told him to drive.

They arrived after a half and hour of Alfred being bored out of his skull. They pulled up to a small cottage and Alfred got out. He went to the door and knocked. When it was opened the Brit took one look at him and slammed the door in his face.

Alfreds smile fell and he knocked over and over, finally getting. “Stay away from me, Alfred F. Jones... You broke my heart!” Arthur scowled as he curled up on his chair.

Alfred pressed his head to the door. “That's why I'm here... To fix things with you...” He mumbled feeling terrible, the letter crumpling in his hand.

Arthur heard the others head clunk against the door and slowly opened it, causing Alfred to fall onto him and pin him down.

Alfred hugged him lightly and buried his face in his chest, whining. “Please... I want you to forgive me... No one's ever said they hated me before... I don't like it...” He sniffled.

Arthur scowled deeply. “Now you know how it feels....”

Alfred looked up at him, “what do you mean? When did I make you feel hated?”

He looked down and sighed. “When I was a little kid...” He sniffled. “I came to your studio...”

Alfred nodded. “I know... I remember...” He stroked his face lightly, Arthur had sure become handsome.

He sniffled. “When I waved to you you completely ignored me...” He wiped his eyes. “And it broke my heart...” He blushed. “I was in love with you...”

Alfred looked down and rubbed his head lightly. “Arthur...” He nuzzled him lightly. “I'm so sorry...” He cupped his face again and rubbed his cheek with his thumb. “Come back with me, okay?” He asked quietly. “I'll make it up to you.” He smiled. “Come back to London with me...” He nuzzled their foreheads.

Arthur looked away a little bit unsure. “O-okay...” He whispered and looked up at him. “I will, Alfred...”

Alfred smiled and hugged him tight. “Great!” He nuzzled him again. “You can be in my movie!” He chuckled, hoping that would make it up to the other.

Arthur looked down and scowled deeply. “O-oh...” He whispered. Arthur still had feelings for the American so he didn't want to just be in his movie, he wanted to be his lover.

The American giggled quietly. “You're gonna be the lead role...” He whispered. “It's about these lovers...” He blushed lightly. “That's going to be you and me, okay?”

He slowly nodded, blushing. “Does that mean we're going to kiss?” He asked quietly.

Alfred slowly nodded and let out a nervous giggle. “Maybe we should practice in my dressing room sometime...” He slowly leaned down and his breath hitched. “There's also a sex scene...” He whispered. “We're going to be naked...” He blushed brighter. “Maybe we could practice that too...”

Arthur looked up at him, blushing brightly. “Are you suggesting we're going to have sex in your dressing room?” He asked as he watched Alfred slowly nod his head, Arthur chuckled. “I think a hotel would be a lot more comfortable, don't you?”

He burst into a bright red and hid his face before nodding. “Y-yes it would...” He slowly looked up at him and laughed.