By the Waters
Title: By the Waters
Genre: Romance, Humour
Word Count: 888
Character(s)/Pairing(s): America/England
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: Normal pick-up lines won't work on swimmers. You have to use swimming pool pick-up lines on swimmers, of course!
Aquatics at usxuk Summer Olympics 2012
He could still remember the day when Alfred first spoke to him like it was yesterday. It had been at the public swimming pool complex that he goes to every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday for an hour long of swimming session. That day, the day when Alfred first approached him, he was wearing sunglasses. Alfred, that is. He himself wouldn't be foolish enough to wear a pair of sunglasses in an indoor swimming pool.
Admittedly, he noticed Alfred way before they even properly met. How could he not when he was easily the fittest man in the complex? And with his sun-kissed blond hair, baby blue eyes-... He found it hard not to develop a tiny bit of attraction for that man, and by the time Alfred finally approached him, Arthur had already (albeit grudgingly) admitted that he was, for a lack of better term, 'crushing' on that man.
He was already aware that Alfred was walking towards him but acted like he didn't and pretended to be occupied with searching for something in his bag. Alfred tapped on his shoulder and only then did he acknowledge his presence.
“Yes?”
Alfred rubbed the back of his neck, looking a bit unsure for a second before he cleared his throat and with a confident smile, said: “Do you know why I have these sunglasses?”
Arthur raised an eyebrow. That sounded suspiciously like an opening sentence to a horrible pick-up line.
“Because I'm blinded by your beauty.”
Arthur stared at him in disbelief for a moment, trying to make out whether the other man was being serious or not. But judging from the proud grin on his face that told people that he thought he had done a great job... He was.
It was then that Arthur realised he had been developing an infatuation for a complete dolt.
But somehow... that only made him like Alfred a little bit more.
And since he hadn't exactly rejected Alfred on his first try (he found it incredibly hard to when he was grinning so stupidly like that), for the next few days, Alfred became relentless in flirting with him using his atrocious pick-up lines.
“Now, how'd you fit that great big thing into that lil' speedo?”
“I noticed you thrashing about, would you like to hold onto my floaties?”
“If you went swimming with me, I'd lick you dry.” Arthur had blushed and kicked Alfred into the pool for that one, but shortly got his revenge by saying this following after:
“Sorry, did I make you all wet?” he said with a smirk, nothing with no small amount of satisfaction that Alfred's cheeks had gone a little red.
Revenge is certainly sweet.
Then there was that one time when Alfred feigned having a cramp while swimming in the pool and Arthur dived into the pool to rescue him. When he eventually got to him, he pulled him into his arms... only to get pushed away. Arthur stared at him in confusion, and that was when Alfred said it:
“Don't save me! Let me go down three times!”
And went down three times he did as Arthur dunked his head into the water more than thrice.
In any case, he slowly fell for Alfred's... dare he say it, 'charms' and finally gave the answer Alfred wanted with all those idiotic pick-up lines. The complex operates twenty-four hours and that day, for some reason, he decided to stay a little longer and did a few extra laps.
Okay, so maybe there was an intention for staying. It was just the matter of him wanting to admit to it or not.
“Hey Arthur.” Alfred greeted cheerily as they brushed past each other in the middle of the pool. Arthur stopped and glared at him.
“I swear, if you are going to use another of your pick-up lines again...”
“Woah, chill man. I didn't know that you hated them that much...” he said, looking a little dejected. Arthur scoffed at that.
“To be fair, they were quite terrible...”
“Yeah? Think you've got a better pick-up line?”
“I've got one.”
Perhaps it was the fact that they were finally alone, or maybe the moonlight that shone through the glass roof and lit up the swimming pool provided a romantic setting... Anyway, without thinking about it at all, Arthur had grabbed at Alfred's arms and pulled him in for a kiss. A very long one that lasted a minute, five minutes, ten minutes... He didn't really know. To him, it had felt like an eternity, but yet when they pulled away, he didn't felt like it was enough. Contradicting and strange, yet delightful feeling that is.
“How was that a line?” Alfred teased with a chuckle, and still looking very much dazed from the wonderful (at least in Arthur's opinion) kiss they just had.
“Oh, shut up.”
“So all this while, you liked my lines?”
“Of course not! Like I said, they were terrible!”
“So... You like me?”
Arthur felt his cheeks heating up and Alfred merely grinned that stupid grin of his again. Wanting to wipe that smug look off the other's face, Arthur pulled him in for yet another kiss. But just before their lips met, Alfred managed to get his last laugh by saying: “I knew it.”
Sugar. He will get him the next time.
Author's Note: Edited! This is much shorter than the original one since I decided to take out the M-rated part of the fic. Also, if anyone is interested, I got the pick-up lines from here!
Genre: Romance, Humour
Word Count: 888
Character(s)/Pairing(s): America/England
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: Normal pick-up lines won't work on swimmers. You have to use swimming pool pick-up lines on swimmers, of course!
Aquatics at usxuk Summer Olympics 2012
He could still remember the day when Alfred first spoke to him like it was yesterday. It had been at the public swimming pool complex that he goes to every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday for an hour long of swimming session. That day, the day when Alfred first approached him, he was wearing sunglasses. Alfred, that is. He himself wouldn't be foolish enough to wear a pair of sunglasses in an indoor swimming pool.
Admittedly, he noticed Alfred way before they even properly met. How could he not when he was easily the fittest man in the complex? And with his sun-kissed blond hair, baby blue eyes-... He found it hard not to develop a tiny bit of attraction for that man, and by the time Alfred finally approached him, Arthur had already (albeit grudgingly) admitted that he was, for a lack of better term, 'crushing' on that man.
He was already aware that Alfred was walking towards him but acted like he didn't and pretended to be occupied with searching for something in his bag. Alfred tapped on his shoulder and only then did he acknowledge his presence.
“Yes?”
Alfred rubbed the back of his neck, looking a bit unsure for a second before he cleared his throat and with a confident smile, said: “Do you know why I have these sunglasses?”
Arthur raised an eyebrow. That sounded suspiciously like an opening sentence to a horrible pick-up line.
“Because I'm blinded by your beauty.”
Arthur stared at him in disbelief for a moment, trying to make out whether the other man was being serious or not. But judging from the proud grin on his face that told people that he thought he had done a great job... He was.
It was then that Arthur realised he had been developing an infatuation for a complete dolt.
But somehow... that only made him like Alfred a little bit more.
And since he hadn't exactly rejected Alfred on his first try (he found it incredibly hard to when he was grinning so stupidly like that), for the next few days, Alfred became relentless in flirting with him using his atrocious pick-up lines.
“Now, how'd you fit that great big thing into that lil' speedo?”
“I noticed you thrashing about, would you like to hold onto my floaties?”
“If you went swimming with me, I'd lick you dry.” Arthur had blushed and kicked Alfred into the pool for that one, but shortly got his revenge by saying this following after:
“Sorry, did I make you all wet?” he said with a smirk, nothing with no small amount of satisfaction that Alfred's cheeks had gone a little red.
Revenge is certainly sweet.
Then there was that one time when Alfred feigned having a cramp while swimming in the pool and Arthur dived into the pool to rescue him. When he eventually got to him, he pulled him into his arms... only to get pushed away. Arthur stared at him in confusion, and that was when Alfred said it:
“Don't save me! Let me go down three times!”
And went down three times he did as Arthur dunked his head into the water more than thrice.
In any case, he slowly fell for Alfred's... dare he say it, 'charms' and finally gave the answer Alfred wanted with all those idiotic pick-up lines. The complex operates twenty-four hours and that day, for some reason, he decided to stay a little longer and did a few extra laps.
Okay, so maybe there was an intention for staying. It was just the matter of him wanting to admit to it or not.
“Hey Arthur.” Alfred greeted cheerily as they brushed past each other in the middle of the pool. Arthur stopped and glared at him.
“I swear, if you are going to use another of your pick-up lines again...”
“Woah, chill man. I didn't know that you hated them that much...” he said, looking a little dejected. Arthur scoffed at that.
“To be fair, they were quite terrible...”
“Yeah? Think you've got a better pick-up line?”
“I've got one.”
Perhaps it was the fact that they were finally alone, or maybe the moonlight that shone through the glass roof and lit up the swimming pool provided a romantic setting... Anyway, without thinking about it at all, Arthur had grabbed at Alfred's arms and pulled him in for a kiss. A very long one that lasted a minute, five minutes, ten minutes... He didn't really know. To him, it had felt like an eternity, but yet when they pulled away, he didn't felt like it was enough. Contradicting and strange, yet delightful feeling that is.
“How was that a line?” Alfred teased with a chuckle, and still looking very much dazed from the wonderful (at least in Arthur's opinion) kiss they just had.
“Oh, shut up.”
“So all this while, you liked my lines?”
“Of course not! Like I said, they were terrible!”
“So... You like me?”
Arthur felt his cheeks heating up and Alfred merely grinned that stupid grin of his again. Wanting to wipe that smug look off the other's face, Arthur pulled him in for yet another kiss. But just before their lips met, Alfred managed to get his last laugh by saying: “I knew it.”
Sugar. He will get him the next time.
Author's Note: Edited! This is much shorter than the original one since I decided to take out the M-rated part of the fic. Also, if anyone is interested, I got the pick-up lines from here!