While rummaging through a box he found in the attic, England uncovers some old photos, along with old memories.
(These took so long to make, I hope you guys like them! I was trying to put subtle stuff in the photos to try and tell a story, I’ve never done it before so it was good practice! I might end up writing something for this if I decide to stop being lazy.)
It’s funny how in fanfics Alfred is like this super confident smoothtalker who’s totally open with his sexuality (like Francis) and just goes up to Arthur like “what’s up cutie ;)” without wondering if he doesn’t swing that way for even a second.
But in reality Alfred would more likely be the most “no homo” person ever.
Alfred: *currently undressing Arthur with his eyes*
Matthew: If you want to bang him so much just go talk to him.
Alfred: What? No he’ll think I’m gay or something.
Matthew: *looks into the camera like he’s on the office*