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[fic] Composed from the Heart

Title: Composed from the Heart
Genre: Romance
Pairing: US/UK
Word Count: 2,214
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (some kissing; allusion to sex)
Summary: Alfred catches Arthur playing a beautiful waltz on his grand piano and demands a recording of it. Alfred returns an hour later with a surprise of his own for his musical gift.
Notes: For the usxuk Summer Camp challenge (Day 8 prompt - Music)

Arthur Kirkland carefully lifted the glossy obsidian lid of his grand piano before taking a seat on the piano stool, meticulously turning the knob so that the height of the seat was exactly where he wanted it. When he was satisfied, he lifted the fall that covers the keys and flexed his fingers carefully before resting them on the ivory keys of the piano.. With a relaxed breath, he started playing the first melody that came to mind, a beautiful waltz that he composed years ago that he could never tire of hearing. It was simple and short - he wasn't much of a composer, but it always made his heart dance in his chest when he played it.

The room his piano was in was breathtaking, especially as the sun was setting, streaking the sky with crimson and gold. There were three large windows overlooking the garden framed with magnificent blue curtains trimmed with silver, ornate decorations on shelves, and an simple, yet elaborate pattern that weaved its way around the walls of the room near the ceiling.

However, Arthur's favorite thing about this room was how the sound of music resonated so well throughout it. It did not dampen, distort, or echo the sound, but rather enhanced it with warmth, fullness, and life. He had never been able to put his finger on what exactly caused it to do so, but he didn't really try hard to figure it out either. He just settled on the fact that it was simply magic how it all worked out.

Closing his eyes, he repeated the melody of the waltz, this time adding a second melody that he started composing on the spot. Some composer from the Baroque period was most likely turning in his grave for his blasphemy of an attempt at counterpoint, but a Romantic composer was most likely applauding him for the pure emotion that radiated from the combination of intervals. He then felt like creating a variation of the theme and added the harmony of well-chosen chords that did not take away from the uplifting feel of the waltz, but gave it more color and depth. It felt like centuries of musical ideas and concepts were suddenly flowing through his veins and all the way into his fingertips and he needed to let it all out.

'It's amazing how peace and serenity opens the road to creativity,' Arthur thought as he contemplated how he could develop his impromptu piece further.

"Hey Arthur!" a voice called out, shattering all forms of concentration and eliciting an immediate scowl.

"Alfred F. Jones!" Arthur yelled towards the open door. "Can't you see that I was busy?! Don't just waltz on in disrespectfully."

"Sorry sorry! I should have came up to tap you on the shoulder or something," Alfred said, holding his hands up in surrender. "But you had your eyes closed so I didn't want to scare you that way."

"How very kind of you," Arthur said sarcastically as he crossed his arms, glaring at his lover. "What do you want with me anyway?"

"I heard the music playing down the hall and I thought it was super cool! And I wanted to know the name of it!"

"It doesn't have a name. I just kind of… let my imagination run a bit until you barged in."

"Well, I want a recording!" Alfred said with a bright smile, bounding into the room with his bomber jacket still on as Arthur stared at him incredulously.

"A what?"

"A recording! Here, I even have a recorder on me," Alfred said as he plunged one hand into his pocket and pulled one out, setting it on a nearby table.

"Why do you even have one with you?" Arthur asked suspiciously and Alfred shrugged nonchalantly.

"I was trying to catch one of the other nations saying something embarrassing during a meeting, but it didn't work out."

"Why do I have to do this for you?" Arthur said, looking at Alfred who had fallen to his knees. "It's garbage mostly."

"No it isn't!" Alfred reassured, taking Arthur's hand into his own and looking up at him with begging eyes. Arthur knew he was powerless to resist - those shining, blue eyes that he was deeply drawn to always caused him to give into Alfred's requests. "I love it. It's so… you…"

"Obviously since I wrote it."

"So you'll do it!" Alfred concluded, jumping to his feet and running to the door. "I'll give you some privacy for an hour and don't worry about making mistakes. You are creating as you go. See ya!"

Arthur waited until he was sure that Alfred was gone and then slammed his hands on the piano in frustration, causing a cacophony of unpleasant sounds to fill his beloved room. He was irritated, not because Alfred wanted something as a gift, but because he felt like all of his ideas had vanished and were not returning.

'Relax Arthur,' he told himself as he looked at the keys in thought. 'You can do this. You just need to get back in the mood…' He reached over and picked up the recording device with a frown on his face, rolled his eyes, and pressed the 'record' button before setting it back down on the table and turning back to his instrument. He had one hour so it was time to get working on making a masterpiece.

Fifty minutes and an excessive amount of curse words later, he had his best attempt on the recorder and made sure he deleted the rest. It certainly wasn't mistake free though - he hit a few wrong keys here and there, put some dissonant chords where they should have not been, and his tempo was inconsistent in some spots. He supposed it could have been worse for something he spent half an hour creating and twenty minutes attempting to play correctly from memory.

He knew he had some time left, but he had a feeling he would make it worse if he kept going. Mentally exhausted and a bit testy, he ran his hands through his blond hair, putting it in a bit of disheveled state and rubbed his eyes gingerly.

'I never knew that Alfred was into traditional dance music,' Arthur thought as he put the fall back over the keys and closed the lid. 'He is so bizarre sometimes…'

"Yo! I'm back!" Alfred's muffled voice issued from behind the closer door before he threw it open. Arthur's jaw fell down in shock when he realized that Alfred had changed into a very nice tuxedo with tails and had a bottle of red wine with two glasses in his hand.

"Have you completely gone bonkers?" Arthur questioned as he watched Alfred skip into the room and set it down on the table. He quickly uncorked the wine and poured both glasses, holding one to Arthur. "What are you doing?"

"Thought you'd like a glass of wine. I could hear your swearing all over the house," Alfred said cheerfully and Arthur sighed, smoothing his hair back into a presentable state.

"You put me up to it, you git."

"And you agreed," he said as Arthur reluctantly took the glass. Alfred picked up his own and clinked it against Arthur's. "To the beauty of music and to us for being avid appreciators of it."

Arthur sipped his wine, letting the taste spread over his tongue and slip down his throat. It was a very nice wine that Alfred had picked out for them and he couldn't help but feel slightly less annoyed. Alfred had put obvious thought into what he was doing this night.

"So tell me why you're in a tuxedo?" Arthur asked as he drank some more and Alfred grinned.

"You'll see," Alfred answered back, azure blue eyes twinkling mischievously from behind his glasses. "Anyway, you've got everything recorded?"

"Yes, and it's already rewinded."

"Perfect! Set down your glass and follow me then!"

"What choice do I have?" Arthur said wearily as he let Alfred led him to a spot on the polished wood floor away from furniture and the piano. He was ordered to remain there as Alfred quickly dashed over to the recorder and pressed a button before hustling back.

"Oh bloody hell no."

"Oh bloody hell yes!"

"You're joking!"

"No, I'm not."

Arthur crossed his arms and looked away as the notes trickled in softly in the introduction that Arthur made to lead up to the first statement of the waltz. The quality of the sound from the speakers was impressive. His stance didn't remain for long as Alfred forced his arms apart and put them into a tradition waltz hold.

"Look at me Arthur," he said encouragingly and he hesitantly turned his green eyes to look at Alfred's excited face. He could feel the beginnings of a blush crossing his cheeks as Alfred gave him a handsome smile. "Come on, you love this ballroom dancing stuff."

"I do, but you don't," Arthur said as he felt a slight urge from Alfred to take the first step.

"I know, but I like this song in particular and I want to dance," Alfred said as he led them into moving in a slow three, only covering half of the dance floor to start.

"Why are you leading when I'm better at this?"

"I'm dressed for formal than you," he said and Arthur grudgingly accepted since all he had on was a nice, pale green button down shirt and khaki trousers.

"At least relax your shoulders a bit. You'll injure something with how stiff you look," Arthur pointed out and Alfred stuck his tongue out at him.

"Aren't you guys into being all refined and sophisticated?"

"Yes, but you can do that without looking all distorted."

"Quiet, I want to enjoy this song," Alfred said and Arthur obliged as the tempo picked up slightly and they started taking larger, more sweeping steps. Alfred took a few stumbles here and there, but Arthur remained supportive and made sure that he wasn't going to fall.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Arthur asked as he felt Alfred's body press into his a little more as they turned from the corner. With the rising and falling motion, the way that their bodies were touching each other was extremely enjoyable.

"Yes, aren't you?"

"Well…yes. Yes I am," he said, now blushing furiously as Alfred grinned.

"I think I like the waltz. It's really not too hard to learn and I like being intimately close with you," Alfred said as the tempo picked up for the last time. "Oh, I like what you did there. Lots of variety and some unexpected surprises."

They finished the song in silence, staring into each other eyes' fondly as the tempo gradually slowed down and the heavy harmonies in the last section faded, leaving the intricate and delicate melody with a supporting line sounding. Alfred let go of his hold and wrapped his arms around Arthur, pulling him close so that Arthur could rest his head against his shoulder. As they slowly rotated on the spot out of time, Arthur wanted the moment to last for an eternity, but all things had to come to an end. Arthur hummed softly as the last chord was heard and was released, satisfied with the emotion he was able to capture and portray and content with the comfort and warmth of being enveloped by Alfred's body.

"That was beautiful Arthur. Breathtakingly beautiful."

"It would have been perfect if there weren't those mistakes scattered about."

"I liked the mishaps and flaws."

"Why?" Arthur questioned, pulling away slightly so he could look into Alfred's eyes once again.

"Remember when I said it reminded me of you? I meant it completely. It is unique, creative, and speaks from the heart," Alfred said as he placed a kiss on Arthur's lips, stroking his cheek tenderly. He indulged him in a deeper kiss, leaning him over in a dip, and Arthur's heart felt it had caught on fire. "The song's honest imperfections among the beautiful combination of notes makes it that perfect to me."

"When did you ever become such a romantic sap?" Arthur asked breathlessly, overwhelmed by Alfred's praise of both his song and of himself.

"Don't lie. You enjoy it," Alfred teased as he pulled Arthur back up and started working the buttons of Arthur's shirt off one by one tantalizingly.


"Why not? This room seems to really highlight sounds in a resonate and pleasurable way," Alfred whispered seductively into his ear and Arthur smirked. "And this particular dance I am much more capable for performing well…"

"I love you Alfred. Truly even though you annoy me a lot of the time with being an obnoxious hero."

"And I love you, you tea-drinking idiot who gripes about everything."

Arthur smiled as he was lowered carefully to the ground and they both started pressing moist kisses on every inch of skin that was gradually revealed. Clothes were discarded haphazardly as heated desire and fierce passion overtook their senses and they quickly found themselves intertwined in another more intimate dance - their two unique melodies intersecting and combining in their minds in perfect harmony to the composite rhythm of their beating hearts.


( 7 Admirers — Katsu no wa Hyotei )
Jul. 8th, 2011 10:04 pm (UTC)
:3 loved it!! beautiful fic. Alfred has the best ideas!! really romantic and sweet!!
Jul. 8th, 2011 10:26 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much for reading! I am very glad to hear that you enjoyed it. Indeed, Alfred is really sweet when it comes to his Arthur ^^ Hope you had a wonderful day!
Jul. 9th, 2011 01:06 am (UTC)
That was lovely! I feel sorry for Arthur being put on the spot, but it was so sweet when Alfred came in all dressed up. And I just have a weakness for dancing anyhow. :)
Jul. 12th, 2011 06:07 pm (UTC)
Thank you for reading! I hear you on that one - I have a weakness for dancing too :)
Jul. 9th, 2011 03:39 pm (UTC)
That was quite delightful...classical music can be hot, more people need to know this! :-)

*hugs you*
Jul. 10th, 2011 03:18 pm (UTC)
"When did you ever become such a romantic sap?"
Wow, I almost asked the same question too.

This fic is very lovely~!
Jul. 12th, 2011 06:15 pm (UTC)
Lol, must have read your mind :) Actually, I asked myself that question as I read it so I decided to put it in. Thank you for reading!
( 7 Admirers — Katsu no wa Hyotei )

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