Opposites attract - Part 4

((I'm sorry this is so short- I'll explain in the description))



After Arthur had chosen some pieces for Alfred to wear, the chubby blond began changing into the clothes that were more comfortable, but definitely not perfect. It took him a while to get ready.

Arthur was waiting in the hallway, where Alfred had sent him. He was leaning against a wall, looking at the floor thoughtfully. The American was adorable, he couldn't stop thinking about that.
His body was so soft and warm... Simply lovable. Arthur knew he adored Alfred already. He also began to understand Alfred was an insecure ball of sadness. Arthur had never dated a man like that. It was going to be a challenge to make Alfred see how wonderful he truly was. Which brought him to an idea- he should probably make sure the plump boy was healthy... Or at least healthier... After all, his running attempt was alarmingly bad. How should he suggest running to Alfred without making him feel bad, though?
He didn't want Alfred to lose much weight, not at all. Unless Alfred himself wanted to lose a few pounds. Arthur, he wouldn't mind the American gaining weight, and he wouldn't mind his staying at the current number, which Arthur helped him to reach.

The point was, Alfred wasn't happy with his body. And Arthur knew losing weight wouldn't automatically mean he would become happy.

The Brit, being a scrawny short child hating his tiny size, knew that it wasn't growing taller that made him happy. He started loving his body when he realized it was his own temple, and he could do whatever he decided to do with it. Of course, Alfred might have been different, but... But he could at least try. Try to accept and to love his body.

The thoughts kept striking the shorter blond. If Alfred had really wanted to become slim because of his own belief, he probably would've managed. After all, from what he said, losing weight seemed to be connected to a better relationship with the outer world for him.

Alfred suddenly appeared in a partially opened door, blushing shyly. He felt insecure; after all, he had just failed to zip his old pants up a few momentd ago. The new pair was much easier to squeeze into, although not as elegant.

"T-this is pretty okay..." Alfred murmured and stepped out.

Arthur instantly woke up from his thoughtful state, looking at the younger male with a smile. The trousers he was wearing still gave  him a muffin top, which was visible only a little, thanks to the dark grey lose sweater on top of his shirt, and his belly could not remain unnoticed, but it gave him a look of a teddy bear. Arthur was mesmerized.
"You look wonderful." He said honestly, turning a tad red.

The pair of blue eyes widened, then focused on the floor. His soft cheeks were burning, yet Alfred couldn't stop himself from blushing. Arthur made him go crimson way too often.
"Thanks..." He said quietly, not sure if he was able to believe that.

"Well, shall we go?" The Brit asked, offering Alfred a hand.