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“I want to go home, Alfred.” He didn’t look at either of them.
“Angeleter-” (spelled that wrong ewe)
“Just… Shut up Francis.” He took Arthur’s hand and walked him out of the mall, toting the bags along.
He followed alongside with Alfred, holding a bag with some of the food inside. “…Maybe I was..Rather rude.”
“Maybe just a bit, but he was making you uncomfortable, so it’s ok.”
He sighed. “I suppose….” *timeskip to house >w>*
He packed everything up in the dressers and closet for Arthur, then cuddled him on the couch.
He was about to eat a burger that Alfred had bought from the food court, smiling a bit when the American came over, cuddling back.
“I love you, babe.” He nuzzled his cheek, then kissed it.
“I love you too, Alfred.” He blushed and gave a quick kiss to the American’s lips before starting to eat his dinner.
He smiled and grabbed a burger for him to eat.
He soon finished it and started on the fries, taking sips from his drink.
He smiled more and grabbed another burger for himself and took a bite.
A few more moments had passed and he’d finished the binge, leaning back on the couch and rubbing his taut stomach. He panted lightly, completely stuffed. “I think I overdid it this time….”
“Aww poor tummy.” He kissed the stuffed belly,
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