‘Present for you~’

---- OMFG THANKS DUDE!!!!! YOU TOO!

@ask-alpha-jones I drew you some fanart because your blog is so cute and I love your character design for Alfie!! Hope you like it, love. (Ps. Sorry if it’s not that great, it was like 4am when I finished drawing it lol)

Firsts UsUk

Alfred had slept in really late today, which was a bit unusual even for him, and realized that Arthur wasn't in his arms which made him grumble at the lack of warmth. The clock on his bedside table flashed 3:27PM so he immediately jumped out of his bed and stretched trying to wake himself up. Today was the day, he had to get Arthur to go out with him tonight, Alfred felt that if it didn't happen tonight it may never will. Grabbing some clean clothes which consisted of a white dress shirt and a pair of black slacks, Alfred went and jumped in the shower, quickly washing his body. He stepped out drying himself off and put his slacks on, leaving the shirt off and draping the towel around his shoulders. Going downstairs Alfred found his boyfriend sitting on the couch with his nose buried in a book. He sat down next to him, wrapping his damp arm around the smaller mans shoulders and pulled him close. "Yo Artie, whatcha reading?" He asked curiously. Arthur breathed deeply and closed his book placing it on the coffee table in from it him and glared at Alfred. "Its none of your business Alfred," he said as he stood up and went to the kitchen. Alfred shrank back a bit at his lovers sharp tone and followed close behind him, wrapping his arms around the others waist and pulling him close. Ignoring him, Arthur began to make his tea in silence in his normal grumpy mood and asked, "What would you like for dinner?" "Well, I thought we could go out tonight Artie," he said as he kissed Arthur's neck. "We haven't gone on a date in a long time." A small smile appeared on Arthur's face, he was right, he and Alfred hadn't gone on a date in a long time and he really missed going out with him. "And where might we go?" Smiling in victory knowing he won Arthur over Alfred pulled the Englishman closer and said happily, "I've already made a reservation at your favorite Italian restaurant." Arthur spun around in Alfred's arms and looked up at him with wide, excited eyes. With a shrug of his shoulders Alfred said, "Its at five o'clock if you want to go." Arthur froze for a moment trying to hide his excitement and with a huff he mumbled, "Well, its not like I'm busy anyways." After he pulled himself away from Alfred's grasp he went upstairs for his own shower and a change of clothes. Alfred turned the water on the stove off knowing Arthur wasn't going to be using it and went to the living room to wait for him. Realizing that he was dry enough Alfred slipped his shirt on and sat down on the couch to wait. Due to his excitement Arthur's shower was incredibly short, and he also realized that he had forgotten his clothes. So he wrapped the towel around his waist and headed for his bedroom that he rarely sleeps in it anymore. Arthur grabbed his own slacks, dress shirt and put them on as well as as a vest. Slipping on his pair of oxford shoes he made his way downstairs and found Alfred nodding off on the couch. He walked over to the sleeping american and played with the tips of his wet hair and smiled at the innocent face of his lover. "Mmm," Alfred lightly groaned as he began to wake up, and Arthur quickly pulls his hand away from the others hair, a light blush dusting his cheeks. "Artie, are you ready to go?" The groggy american asked. "Yes but are you, all you ever do is sleep lately," he muttered as he crossed his arms across his chest and pouted angrily. "Sorry Arthur," Alfred said as he stood up, kissed his cheek and grabbed his hand leading him towards the door. If someone couldn't see Arthur's red face before, they could definitely see it now. His face was covered with a dark blush as he tried to hide it from the younger man. Alfred could see that the Englishman was embarrassed but choose to ignored it. He had much more pressing matters to think about. Grabbing his keys Alfred made sure to turn the lights off and held the door open for Arthur before locking it behind them. Walking over to his white Mustang Alfred opened the door for his boyfriend, and watched as he slid in and before he could close the door he heard Arthur mumble, "Well isn't he being a gentleman." He jogged over to the drivers side and slid into his own seat and started the car. The drive to the restaurant wasn't very long and they both talked about insignificant things due to Alfred not wanting to be rude and playing his radio like he normally would. After the short drive they pulled into the Italian restaurant and Alfred threw the car into park and turned it off, but before he could get out and open Arthur's door the man had done it himself. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves Alfred took a quick look at his bomber jacket that was in the backseat of his car, just looking at it made him even more nervous just from knowing what was inside. Alfred got out of the car and the cool, fall afternoon air hit him hard. He quickly grabbed Arthur's hand and made a mad dash for the restaurant's front door and pulled the both of them in. The hostess found Alfred's name in their reservation book and led them to a booth, gave them two menus then took off with their drink orders. Having chossen what he wanted Alfred placed his menu down and just stared at Arthur, and after a moment he finally looked up at the American and had a light blush on his face and a curious look. Alfred could see that Arthur was beginning to feel awkward so he had to ask him something and decided on work. "So Artie," Alfred asked with his usual bright smile. "Hows work and Francis treating you?" But before he could get his answer the waitress had come back and asked them if they were ready to order, which Arthur finally was. She looked at Arthur first and he ordered the fettuccine Alfredo. The waitress then turned to Alfred and asked "And for you, sir?" "Lasagna please ma'am," he said and with that she had taken their menus and left. Arthur smiled softly as he looked at his fingers. "Works doing fine, I love it of course. And Francis hasn't been causing me trouble ever since I told him I've gotten a boyfriend and that he should buzz off. The conversation wasn't that clean though," he admitted with a small smirk on his face. "Well the conversation never tends to be clean when you are around him, you tend to argue every time I see you two together," Alfred said with his own smirk. He liked to tease Arthur, even if it bites him in the ass later. "Nope. It doesn't," he said and he looked at Alfred into his bright eyes. "Why are you smirking?" He asked almost annoyed. Alfred just leaned back into the booth and grabbed his glass taking a sip, ignoring Arthur's question and continuing to stare at him with a smirk on his face and playfulness in his eyes. Arthur was starting to get annoyed by that damn smirk. "What are you smirking at?" He asked again, his anger slowly beginning to rise and his blush reappearing. Alfred's smirk changed into a loving smile as he grabbed Arthur's hand from across the table. "Artie, I l-" he was cut off as the waitress reappeared with their food. "One lasagna," the waitress said as she placed the plate of lasagna in front of Alfred, "and one fettuccine Alfredo," She placed the plate in front of Arthur. "Enjoy your meal," she said with a smile and left. Alfred took his hand back from Arthur's and scratched the back of his head awkwardly. He tried to fight back his own blush that began to creep onto his face, he almost started it early. He had to wait. Once the waitress left Arthur looked back up at Alfred. "You were saying?" He asked as he picked up his fork and poked his food nervously. "Oh, well I was just gonna say I love ya a dude!" Alfred tried to say as enthusiastic as he possibly could. Something was way off with Alfred and Arthur could easily tell. "I love you too," he said. "It everything okay?" "Of course," He murmured as he took a bite of his lasagna. He had to admit it was pretty good, not as good as Felicianos though. And to his dismay he ate his meal quickly thanks to his black hole of a stomach. They both ate in silence and the entire time and Arthur had a bed feeling in his stomach. What was wrong with Alfred? But he knew he was going to find out whatever it was, he just knew it. Alfred placed his silverware onto the plate and pushed it towards the end of the table and looked back at Arthur and watched him eat his meal. He could feel his stomach doing flips from his nerves. Arthur stared back at Alfred as he ate his meal. This was awkward. But if he studied Alfred's features he could probably figure out what was wrong, but he wasn't sure if the American was nervous or scared. Why would Alfred be scared, he's not supposed to be afraid of anything, other than scary movies. Alfred could see the worried look on Arthur's face and gave him a reassuring smile. "Calm down Artie, everything's alright. I promise." He said and held his hands up defensively. Arthur narrowed his eyes as he finished his meal. He set his plate on top of Alfred's and stared into his eyes. "I don't believe you," he said simply. "Are ya saying that you don't trust me Artie?" Alfred asked with a pout trying to pull his best puppy dog face. "No. I'm saying that you're hiding something and I wanna know what it is," he said trying his best to ignore his boyfriends pouting face. "Well I'm not saying. You're gonna have to let me have my fun," he said as he propped his arm on the table and rested his chin on the back of his hand. "Sorry Artie." Arthur glared at the american. "Will I know by tonight?" He asked. He was patient but only for a limited amount of time, especially with Alfred. "Of course, maybe, who knows," Alfred said with a shrug and chuckle. Seeing that Arthur was done with the meal he waved the waitress over and handed her a hundred dollar bill. "And keep the rest." He said, not caring for the money back. Alfred stood up and stretched his arms and back from sitting so long. He then looked over to Arthur and held his hand out waiting for him. Arthur took his hand and got up and stretched his arms and entwined his fingers with Alfred's. "Ready to go?" He asked as a he looked at the floor trying his best to hide his embarrassed blush. "Of course," Alfred whispered as he led Arthur outside into the cool night air towards his car. He opened the passenger door for Arthur and watched him slide in. Closing the door he walked over to the drivers side and got in. He started the car and instead of heading home he went in the opposite direction. Arthur noticed that they weren't going back home. "Where are we going?" Arthur asked, just a tad bit worried. "Its a surprise," Alfred said with a excited smile plastered across his face. Arthur could tell that Alfred's smile was fake, but he let it be as he waited with suspense eating at him as to where they were going. After driving a short ways Alfred found the dirt road he was looking for and turned down in. "Do you recognize anything yet Artie? This is the lake where we had our first date." He said as he pulled up in front of the lake and put the car into park. Arthur nodded. He remembered this day like it was yesterday. It was perfect. Their first date was awkward but wonderful in its own strange way. "What are we doing here?" He asked. "Thought we could relive some old memories," Alfred said as he turned the car off and grabbed his bomber jacket from the back seat as he got out. Thankfully it was a full moon so he could see as he walked over to Arthur's door and opened it again for him. Arthur got out of the car as memories of his first date with Alfred flooded him. Their first kiss. The awkwardness of it since it was their first. The beauty of the moon and the lake as they gave each other many of their firsts to each other in this place. Closing the door behind Arthur, Alfred draped his jacket over Arthur's shoulders protecting him from the cold weather. He grabbed his lovers hand and led him over to a bench in front of the waters edge and sat him down. Alfred pulled Arthur away from him and looked into his emerald eyes in silence. He knew he could do this. He stood up off of the bench and got down on one knee in front of his lover and looked up at him with a soft smile on his face as he pulled a small black box from his bomber jacket pocket. Arthur was shocked, his eyes going wide as his face became flushed. Is this why Alfred was acting weirdly? Is this what he thinks this is? "Artie, now I'm not the most romantic person in the world. So I'm probably gonna make a fool of myself. But what I do know is that I love you, with every fiber of my being. And I know that I want to live the rest of my life with you. So, what I'm asking is, is will you marry me Artie?" Alfred asked shakily as he looked up at the Englishmen. Arthur couldn't stop the tears that came to the brink of his eyes. He got up off the bench, dropped to his knees and hugged Alfred. All he could muster to say or rather whisper was one simple word into Alfred's ear. "Yes." --------- (I actually have a fic that continues this but the first chapter alone is good enough lol)

(So I'm supposed to be drawing a response to @askangelamerica but my computer is being a butt. So for the moment everyone please accept a doodle of Arthur Kirkland.)

@chubmoose

Did an art trade and outlined/colored Boo’s sketch xD

((My dog won't stop... halp!))

@ask-the-all-american-monster ((Your muse is too cute I couldn't help but draw him!))

((Drew a mouse!Arthur cause I couldn't get the idea out of my head.))

When I tease my poor potato aka dog.