【Mi Ying】that side

Arthur had already stopped at the door of the coffee house for a long time.

He was invited by Alfred to meet in Francis's shop after work. This was classified as a "normal couple's date" by the British. There are so many familiar faces, which deters him.

The Estonian youth finally completed the installation of the suspended LCD screen. He and Alfred who was helping at the side clapped hands, and Gilbert and others who were watching applauded.

Fransey put his hands on his chest and spoke lyrically to his customers. Arthur guessed that he should be preaching his service tenet of "giving customers the best food and the best place to relax".The French are always quite willing to invest, and Arthur suspects that the coffee house has been operating at a loss.

Edward came out of the shop and saw Arthur standing blankly at the door. He nodded politely and said, "Good evening, Mr. Policeman. You are here. Alfred has been waiting for you." There seemed to be a smile on his face. With deep meaning, Arthur nodded hesitantly, and finally walked into the store.

"good evening."

His voice was louder than usual, and he tried to speak to those familiar faces as naturally as possible.

The people who were still enthusiastically discussing the new LCD screen stopped for a moment, and all their eyes focused on the British.

That flustered feeling intensified again.Arthur looked at Alfred in the crowd, the American just smiled with crooked lips, without giving him any signal.

The British felt even more puzzled. The treacherous smile on the Frenchman's face and the silence of the others made him frown: "What's going on with you... Is there something wrong with me?"

"Bless you, Arthur!" Gilbert was the first to break the dull air, and walked over to grab his shoulders.

Before Arthur could respond, Alfred had already got up, and very rudely moved the former East German's hand away, causing the latter to laugh: "Tsk tsk, you boy."

Arthur finally realized what was going on.He turned his head and stared at the instigator who hugged him from behind, and the American immediately looked to the ceiling to play dumb.

The others laughed.Arthur's face went all red.

Francis took out a napkin and wiped the corners of his eyes, pretending to be sad: "A flower in the police station was picked off by this Yankee, brother, I feel so sad."

"Who is a flower?! What are you picking!" Arthur stomped to grab the Frenchman's collar, but was dodged deftly by the Frenchman.

This guy can really hide, Arthur stared angrily.

"I've never seen such a ferocious flower." Antonio, who was sitting by the wall, said suddenly.

Arthur turned his anger towards the Spaniard. He reached out and pointed his middle finger at the Spaniard. Antonio squinted his eyes and gave a "tsk", still provocative.

"Okay, okay." At this time Alfred had already reached out from behind Arthur, pressed the Englishman's hand with a rude gesture, and held it.Arthur's flushed face was covered with embarrassment again.

"Oh, I wanted to continue laughing at you." Francis served Arthur black tea, "Seeing that you are so sticky, my brother is so unwilling!"

"The last sentence is the truth." Arthur took the cup angrily, and sat down hard at the bar.

"We sincerely congratulate you! I thought why this kid asked me to borrow a car. It turned out that he wanted to take his sweetheart to see the sea. It's so romantic."

"Boy Alfred, the standby screen of the phone has been replaced with your photo. You guys are so disgusting." Antonio put on a "please forgive me" expression.

"What photo?" Arthur was very surprised. He squinted at Alfred and poked his arm with his finger.

"Painful pain, please spare me." The American pretended to be in pain and handed over his mobile phone.

Arthur took the evidence and saw that there was no shocking and strange photo on the screen, but a close-up of him with his eyes closed.The background of the photo is the uncertain morning glow and the sea in the suburbs.The picture looks clean and peaceful.

Arthur was inevitably surprised.Looking at the picture, I knew it was taken on the day they went to the beach together.However he has no impression of being photographed.

After kissing with Alfred, they walked on the beach holding hands for a while, and then rested on the beach.He sat on the wet sand and let the salty sea water stick to his body without feeling disgusted.

The sun had not yet fully risen, he hugged his knees, closed his eyes and felt the breath of the sea breeze.Then at that moment, Alfred, who was sitting next to him, leaned down and kissed him again, and smiled harmlessly after he opened his eyes.

So it was secretly photographed while eyes were closed, and it was used as a standby screen... Arthur felt sweet in his heart, and felt ashamed because other people knew about this kind of thing.This American who always plays cards against common sense is so romantic that he is helpless.

"Because the picture is beautiful." Alfred whispered in his ear.Arthur could only surrender. He lowered his head and buried his completely flushed face into the shoulder of the American.

The people around laughed again, mixed with chatter and applause.Through the American's chest, Arthur heard a strong heartbeat and a happy laugh.

He felt that this was probably the most humiliating but sweet experience he had ever experienced in his life.

The enthusiasm for gossip comes and goes quickly.Among other people's whispered conversations, Gilbert's voice was particularly loud: "Hey, Fran! This kind of program has been broadcasting since just now, what kind of atmosphere is this trying to create?"

Arthur looked at the new screen above, wondering when the war documentary would start playing.For a coffee house, this is really not a good choice.

A map of an unknown area is displayed on the screen. The commentary mentions that this is a photo of an island in the Pacific Ocean, but does not mention the specific name.It's just too vague.

The people present were obviously not interested in this subject matter, and they began to urge the shopkeeper to change the channel.Gilbert held the remote control, but he was quite interested: "The pictures in this documentary are pretty good, but what kind of war is it describing?"

"The Falkland Islands, the Spanish name is the Malvinas Islands. Britain once fought a naval battle with Argentina because of the dispute over the islands." Arthur stared at the outline of the islands and replied without thinking.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he froze.Others, including Alfred, cast surprised glances at him.

Antonio let go of his unreasonable hostility and leaned over curiously: "Aren't you from a police academy? Could it be that your hobby is to study history? You even know Spanish?"

"It's not..." Arthur replied hesitantly, his words almost blurted out without thinking at all.

His job is a policeman, and he is passionate about literature and gardening in his spare time. There are very few books about history in the bookcase.

What's going on... The British clenched the teacup in his hand awkwardly, and some sweat broke out from the corner of his forehead.

"And this map is the map of the Falkland Islands, and its Spanish name is the Malvinas Islands..." A narration came from the TV, and the corresponding name was also noted below.

"Look." Alfred touched Arthur's shoulder.

"This documentary seems to be a rerun." Gilbert crossed his arms and turned to Arthur, "Have you watched it before?"

"Ah... um." Arthur hesitated for a few seconds, and finally nodded.During the lunch break at the police station, some war and weapon-related films are occasionally shown. Maybe remember when you watched it.

Walking out of the coffee house for a while, after confirming that there was no acquaintance in sight, Arthur raised his arm and arched towards Alfred's abdomen—the muscle felt a little hard—he had no choice but to withdraw his arm angrily: "As for making that Do many people know about it?" He couldn't tell whether he was more shy or more depressed, in short, he just wanted to complain.

Alfred let Arthur beat him, and did not resist: "One said it without paying attention."

"I don't think you didn't notice..."

"Haha, I've been spotted."

Alfred drew Arthur's hand that was still protesting restlessly: "Because I feel very lucky. The person I like also likes me. We can walk together in a fair and honest way. If you don't say this kind of luck, don't you feel Is it too wasteful?" The American stared at him again with the irresistible eyes of the British.

Arthur's voice weakened: "There's nothing to waste..."

The American laughed. He put down Arthur's hand, took two strides forward, then turned around and opened his arms towards Arthur.

"What is this for?"

"Hugs. I've acted so self-possessed in front of everyone, you have to recharge my batteries." He said it with confidence.

You don't seem to be stable and self-sustaining, Arthur retorted secretly in his heart, but he had already given up the entanglement.He raised his foot and took a few steps forward, directly into the arms of the American.

The older boy's chin rests on the top of his head: "I feel like I have energy again."

"...Me too." The British muffled voice came from the American's arms, and the other party laughed happily as expected.

Alfred's hug was too contagious, and Arthur was wrapped tightly in that vigor, unable to speak any sharp words at all.Besides, he knew that small words never had much power over big-hearted Americans.

"Actually, I also have something to ask you." Alfred's tone seemed hesitant, "What do you like about me?"

"...I thought Americans didn't care about this." Arthur pursed his lips, seeming to be avoiding the topic.

"What kind of prejudice do you have against Americans? You know I care."

I do know because so do I.Arthur lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment before replying, "...I feel at ease with you."

"This is the answer I most want to hear." The American breathed a sigh of relief.

What about me... why did you choose such an ordinary me?Arthur's face was still buried in the American's arms.We have known each other for such a short time, what do you like about me?Such thoughts swirled in his mind, and at the same time a wince fought against it.

Arthur didn't want to know the answer to this question right away.

What if that wasn't the reply he was expecting.

He moved lightly away from the American's embrace, and lowered his head, unwilling to look directly at him.He even got tired of himself like this.

The next moment, he was pulled into the alley on the side of the intersection by Alfredo.

The American lightly pressed him against the wall, taking advantage of his height and physique, and used his arms to create a semi-enclosed space between him and the wall: "This is quite far from coffee shops and apartments, um, the best place... ...Let me kiss you here." That expression had the meaning of not being able to refuse.

Arthur didn't know whether the other party acted like this because he saw through his mind or for other reasons.He stared back at the serious eyes intently, then bit his lips, and reached out to take off the young man's glasses.

The sky-like blue fell into his eyes, his eyes seemed to have magnetism and viscosity in the air, and their lips moved closer to each other.Alfred's fiery tongue pried open Arthur's thin lips, rolled forcefully across the inside of his mouth and teeth, and entangled his tongue in an affectionate and aggressive tangle.

The heat made Arthur's body temperature rise a little, his breathing became short of breath, and he couldn't help moaning.Warm embraces and kisses covered him, great happiness and love enveloped him, but his usual negative thoughts still remained in his mind.This contradictory state of mind made him feel inexplicably wronged, and his eyes were faintly hot.

"Alfred F. Jones...I like you," he whispered between breaths, almost crying.

"Well, I feel it." The other party smiled and bit his lips again.

Is there something about me that makes you willing to ignore gender and age, not care about other people's eyes, and like it bravely and fearlessly.

What to do if the more real me let you down.