Of Tea and Burgers

“McDonalds, McDonalds, Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut.,” Alfred was in the kitchen, singing that blasted song again and Arthur was getting rather tired of hearing it. “I want it I need it, nothing else can beat it, hot and spicy whenever I'm in town. Mhm”

“Alfred,” Arthur called out in a warning tone as he sipped his tea. He sighed and set his cup back down on the saucer and he rubbed his forehead. He wasn’t sure where the sodding git had heard the song but it was driving him nuts. Arthur picked up his cup  and he resumed drinking his tea.

Alfred heard the warning tone in his voice and he smirked slightly before he sang the song even louder knowing just how much the song annoyed Arthur. “Your taste all embraces, I gotta sing your praises, just savor the flavor waiting at your door.” He then began a mental count down.

“THAT’S IT!” Arthur yelled as he slammed his tea cup down and flinched as he heard the saucer crack. He growled low in his throat and he quickly stormed into the kitchen where Alfred was supposedly making breakfast. “I told you to stop singing that,” Arthur hissed up at Alfred. The taller male looked down at him, an amused look in his blue eyes.

“Is that what you said?” he asked in an amused voice. He hissed slightly as Arthur slammed him against the refrigerator and he narrowed his eyes at him.

“Yes,” Arthur said glaring up at him. “It is what I said and I want you to stop.” He held Alfred’s gaze and he dared him silently to continue.

“You like it you love it, you know you really want it. I think of you and lick my lips, you've got the taste I can't resist,” he sang as he looked down at Arthur, a challenge in his eyes. “Can’t resist. Can’t resist. Can’t resist.” With “every can’t resist” he lowered his voice and he whispered the last two words in Arthur’s ear before pulling away.

“Wanker,” he muttered under his breath blushing darkly and he stormed off. As soon as he was out of the kitchen he leaned against the wall and put a hand to his face. He enjoyed spending time with Alfred, he really did, but sometimes the American really annoyed him and then other times he turned him on, but today Alfred had just done both at the same time. Arthur loosened his tie and he suddenly got an idea, and he then removed it the rest of the way and he held it in his hands and he waited for Alfred.

“Yo Arthur breakfast is ready,” Alfred called from the kitchen before frowning slightly when he didn’t hear a reply. “Arthur?” Alfred walked out of the kitchen a bit worried he had perhaps upset the Brit. “Dude are you ok?” Alfred said as walked past Arthur not even noticing him standing there, thinking the other had run to his bedroom and that was when Arthur made his move. He quickly grabbed the American’s arms and tied them together behind his back using his tie and he was rather pleased with himself, not thinking this was going to work.

“Arthur what the hell?” Alfred asked looking over his shoulder at his lover and he struggled against what ever was binding his arms.

“We will talk about it later,” Arthur said grabbing something. “For now you just need to sleep.” Alfred was confused and he tried to figure out Arthur’s words when he felt something hard hit him on the back of his head and he slumped to the ground unconscious. “I really didn’t think that would work,” Arthur said amazed staring at his serving tray before he set it down on the table and he somehow managed to pick the America off the floor and he carried him to the bed room, with a punishment for the man slowly forming in his mind.