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Arthur hummed, smiling as he examined the ring on his finger. "It's so beautiful... And it means more that it was passed down through your family."

Alfred chuckled, burying his nose in Arthur's neck. "You're still on that? It's been a week, babe."

"I know." Arthur rolled his eyes and dropped his hand back on the bed. "It just... It makes me so happy..." He pressed his palm to the back of Alfred's hand and weaved their fingers together over his stomach. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Alfred gently kissed the back of Arthur's neck, tugging his fiancé closer to himself. He then groaned and squeezed Arthur tighter. Arthur shifted and questioned his lover. "It's Agema... He's back. He's on his way to your room." Arthur couldn't help but giggle. Alfred propped himself up and raised a brow at Arthur. "What's so funny?"

Arthur rolled over to lay on his back and looked up at Alfred. "Nothing much." He cupped Alfred's cheeks and hummed as he rubbed his thumbs over Alfred's sun kissed skin. "It's just, I'm naked, have an engagement ring on my finger, and am laying in your bed in your room." Alfred smirked then snickered and pecked Arthur's lips. "Isn't that funny, love? He'd see us, be just a tad angry..."

The Cyborg chuckled, kissing Arthur once again. "It is funny. But, it would probably be best if he didn't find out. So go on and get dressed, and make sure to hide your ring. Agema doesn't know about any ring."

Arthur pouted. "But I don't want to take it off." He covered his left hand with his right. "It's precious. I never want it off my finger."

Alfred smiled, caressing Arthur's cheek. "I love that you never want to take it off. That makes me very happy. But you have to. I don't want you to get hurt because of it." Arthur sighed, but finally agreed. "Thank you, babe. You can put it right back on the moment he turns his back." Arthur smiled again, and brought Alfred down for a sweet kiss. "Now get dressed, sexy."

~

"Oh, Jim!" Arthur smiled as he shut Alfred's door behind him so Jim wouldn't spot Alfred getting dressed.

Agema raised a brow and dropped his hand from Arthur's doorknob. "Why were you in there?"

Arthur hummed, making his way over to Agema. "You told me to go to him if I ever needed anything." Arthur wrapped his arms around Jim's neck and kissed his cheek. "Don't worry about it. It wasn't anything big."

"Hm, alright." Agema wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist and smiled. "Just... Never mind."

Arthur tilted his head. "What?"

Agema groaned, dropping his head. "Nothing. I'm just stressed out. We couldn't find Dr. Gilbert Beilshmidt. I could have sworn I saw him there when I took everyone at your base here. Well, all the agents." Arthur nodded in fake understanding, playing with Agema's dark locks. "I have no idea where that man could be."

"Gilbert never liked getting caught, so he always had these weird hideouts." Arthur looked into Jim's dark eyes. Jim raised a brow. "These hideouts were never within HQ, but they were close. But no one knew where. I don't even think he told his own wife, Elizabeta, where these hideouts were. That's how serious that man is about getting caught."

Humming, Agema looked up in thought. "That makes sense... Why hadn't I thought about him making hideouts?"

Arthur giggled softly. "It's okay. Not many people would."

"Alright. In a couple days, I'll gather up some men to search for these hideouts. So we won't have time for together very long." Arthur pouted, but cheered giddily in his head. "Well, now I have to go talk to my men about then men that were killed." Arthur frowned and nodded, taking his arms back to himself. "One more kiss, and I'll be one my way." Agema leaned down and pecked Arthur's lips. He grinned as he pulled back. "I'll drop by tonight, sweetheart."

Arthur gagged, but quickly covered it up with a bright smile. "Okay. See you later."

Once Agema turned the corner of the hallway, Arthur spat and coughed.

Alfred walked out of his room, laughing. "You okay, babe? His death taste too much for you?"

Arthur nodded. "Yes! And he called me sweetheart! He needs to fuck off! Now make-out with me. I need the disgusting taste out." Arthur held up his arms, beckoning Alfred to him.

"Alright, Alright. Put your ring on, get in your room, and we'll make out 'till you cum." Alfred wiggled his eyebrows, causing Arthur to laugh as he took the ring out of his pocket and put it on his finger.

The Brit backed up, opened his door and curling his finger, coaxing Alfred to follow. Alfred smirked and did as Arthur desired. "Get ready for some serious making out, babe."

~

"Kirkland, you scared the shiße out of me!"

Arthur and Alfred both laughed, Arthur holding the device. "I know. You're cussing in German."

Gilbert groaned loudly. "Fucker... I really thought you were going to give me away, and that would have been totally unawesome of you."

Arthur hummed, nuzzling closer to Alfred. "Yeah, sorry. Won't happen again. But it's giving us time to do why we need to do."

"True." Gilbert sighed. "Alright. I'll come up with a plan. If Agema leaves Brown behind, you'll get to pop his ass."

Alfred pumped his fist and Arthur laughed at his fiancé. "Sounds good to me, Gil!"

"Good. I can't wait 'till Brown dies. Dude's a creep."