perfectly match the blush dusting his cheeks. If Arthur doesn't answer the door he might just take a nose-dive into the bushes out of pure

nervousness and embarrassment.

hasn't been feeling terribly well this week, and he's fairly sure that he hasn't seen the sun for more than a total of half an hour all week

-there's so much bloody rain, so he's just been hiding inside, drinking tea and reading. It's a bit of a surprise when he hears a knock at

the door, as most people wouldn't want to be in this weather, but he hastens to the door, opening it. "...Matthew? What...ah..." His eyes

travel from the man's face (always a welcome, comforting sight,) to the bouquet of roses in his hands,and his cheeks flush in a mixture of

surprise and embarassment.

smiles widely and nervously when Arthur answers the door. He all but shoves the roses at him- much more forcefully than he intended,

stammering out a quiet, "Hello Arthur, t-these are for you." And resuming his earlier standing and being overall blushy and embarrassed, as

his usual state of being when around the Englishman. He thinks over what he was going to say besides just 'these are yours' "Erm... I-I saw

these and thought of you and decided to buy them... For you. A-and I hope you like them." His heart is beating too fast, he decides, if it

keeps up this constant hammering it might just pop out- like Russia's. Or he'll have a heart attack or... He needs to calm down.

looks rather flabbergasted, tightly clasping his hands around the base of the bouquet to keep from dropping it. He's not sure what to say-

noone's ever done something like this for him before(and the frog doesn't count, because he gives flowers to everyone)-but he doesn't want

to just leave Matthew standing there while he stares like a moron. Unprompted, his face breaks into a small smile, and he leans in briefly,

kissing the younger lad's cheek. "Thank you," he murmurs,"T-They're lovely..." He turns to go and fetch a vase for them, opening the door a

bit wider. "Ah...why don't you come in and sit for a while? I'll make tea...you take yours with maple syrup, don't you?"

unnerved by Arthur's silence until words do come from his mouth and a kiss is planted on his cheek. "Y-you're welcome." He murmurs happily,

reaching up to touch the skin of his cheek that was kissed, as if he could feel with his hands exactly where those lips made contact. With a

small nod, he takes a step inside. "Mm-hmm. I take maple with everything." He comments with a quiet, tinkling laugh. Tea would certainly

help ease his nerves, which have yet to realize that everything is okay now as he's still a little shaky.

grabs a tall glass vase out of the storage room,(right next to the bags of topsoil and scattered rose petals, having lost their colour long

ago but not their memories-how ironic) filling it with cool water and setting the roses by the windowsill. Humming softly to himself, he

puts the kettle on the stove to heat water. His less-than-pleasant week already seems like a thing of the past, and he pulls up two chairs,

making himself comfortable in one and gesturing to the other. "Haha, yes, I suppose I should have assumed that much. How have you been

getting on, luv?"

takes a seat in the chair prepared for him, thanking him politely. "Oh, I've been okay. It's been kind of... Er, quiet and lonely around my

house lately." He answers, looking down at his hands in his lap. "Although that's not much different from normal." Silence and loneliness

isn't unheard of for him, after all, but lately it just seemed thicker or less tolerable. Looking back up, he smiles a little, trying to

push away from the current subject. "How have you been, Arthur?"