A Convention 4After what seemed like the longest time in the world, Alfred gently pulled away. Arthur felt his senses slowly coming back to him. He heard Russia coming closer. Finally, he opened his eyes and studied the American's face. The blue-eyed man was staring at him practically the same way. He saw him swallow hard.
"Awk-waaaarrrrrd " Alfred said, smiling crookedly at Arthur and shifting his eyes.
Arthur laughed uncomfortably. "Let's try to forget that happened, shall we?" he said.
Alfred breathed out. "I'll try." He grinned. "No promising though."
"Don't tell me you guys have never done that before," said Russia from beside them.
They both jumped. "No, actually, I've never kissed anyone before," Alfred said, recovering first.
Arthur looked at him. Seriously? he thought. "Nor have I," Arthur said, blushing.
Russia laughed. "Glad to have bee
A Convention 3"You loved that, didn't you?" Alfred said, teasing.
The duo had returned inside the building after the song was done. Alfred suggested going to the dealer's room. Arthur, completely clueless about conventions, agreed.
"What do we find in this room?" he said.
"It's where all the dealers sell their stuff, obviously," Alfred replied, giving him a funny look.
"So I see." Arthur felt stupid.
There was quite a crowd heading into the room. The security guys at the front of the crowd were asking people to flip their tags over.
Arthur was starting to get impatient. Is everything here going to be crowded? He wondered to himself.
Eventually they got in. The space was - to their surprise - not very crowded. Most people were huddled around tables full of boxes of manga and anime, shelves of pillows and dolls, and racks of every kind of random trinket of every single anime fandom imagina
A Convention 8Alfred woke up first. He looked at his watch 7:00. He groaned, wondering how he could be awake so early on a Saturday.
After the brief 10 seconds of early-morning haze, it all came rushing back to him. Right, right, the convention... He refreshed his memory of what happened. He recalled first that it had been an amazing day for him. He had envisioned the con to be so much, what with the thousands of people just like him that would be there and the stuff they would all be doing. It had delivered beyond what he had expected, without even having to meet new people, just by having Arthur by his side.
Alfred sighed contently, thinking about his best friend, and buried his face into his pillow. It was soaking wet. The wetness got on his face and his chest.
That was weird...
He turned his head to the side, but Arthur wasn't there. To the other sid
A Convention 10Arthur suddenly recalled a scene from a movie he and Alfred had watched together at some point. There had been a guy staring into a gaping hole and saying "I've got a bad feeling about this " and that's just what Arthur felt like saying at the moment. "Glomping," he said, feeling the word roll awkwardly off his tongue.
Alfred snickered. "I'm sure you'll love it," he said. They kept walking around the building until they got to a parking lot full of cosplayers and empty of cars. "Allow me to demonstrate." He looked around at the mob of people, seemingly searching for someone.
Arthur knew the exact moment when Alfred had found them. His blue eyes brightened as they locked on to something. Arthur turned around to see who or what it was. He followed the American's gaze to a rather short person (Arthur couldn't tell if it was a guy or a girl) dressed completely in green. Alfred
A Convention 9Arthur stared curiously at his friend, seemingly transfixed by his beverage. He decided to break the awkward morning silence. "So d'you know what we're doing when we get down to the convention today?" he asked.
Alfred jumped. "Oh right. Um " he started. "How 'bout we just look around and see what's going on?"
"Really? Is there nothing remotely special happening?" Arthur sighed.
"There probably is, I just don't know what." Again with the staring into the coffee.
"Check the book."
"Okay." He didn't move, though.
Arthur sighed. He downed the remainder of his tea in a single gulp and stood up. Alfred didn't move. Arthur took the mug out of Alfred's hands and whacked him across the face.
"OW!" Alfred put a hand on his abused cheek. "What was that for?"
"Wake up, idiot," Arthur hissed. "Quit moping abo
A Convention 14Arthur yawned and grabbed Alfred's wrist, looking at his watch. 11:03, it read. He sighed.
"Christ, time moves slowly here " he said.
Alfred nodded in agreement. "Yeah no kidding."
They were still on their way to the dealer's room, progressing slowly through the sea of con patrons, which, both of them noticed, was much bigger than Friday's crowd.
Alfred continued. "Not that it's a bad thing, though. It gives you way more time to just be here, be awesome and geek out and make friends and stuff."
"Very true." Arthur smiled. "I could get used to this."
Alfred raised his eyebrows and snickered. "Really?" he said, almost disbelievingly.
"Yes, actually what makes you say that?"
Alfred paused to show the staff their badges, and they entered the crowded aisles of dealers. Even though he had now seen it once before, it was, to Arthur, still quite a sight to behold.