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[fic] A Loving Reminder

Title: A Loving Reminder
Genre: Romance
Pairing: US/UK
Word Count: 1,452
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: Roses are red, but violets are not blue. Alfred's gift to Arthur is a plot of unknown plants that he had put in his beloved garden. Only time and care will reveal what they are to Arthur.
Notes: For the usxuk  Summer Camp challenge (Day 9 prompt - Gardening)

The garden in the back of Arthur Kirkland's house was elegant, refined and filled with wonder, fitting the personality of its caretaker perfectly. Rose bushes, each properly trimmed, lay in a neat row in the front of the garden, deep red petals still glistening with the morning dew. The entrance was marked with a nice white archway with ivy that had weaved itself around artfully. Lilies of white, orange, and yellow were in one area next to an ornate grouping of bluebells, daffodils, and crimson gladiolus. A few shrubs of magnolia with its rich pink flowers interspersed with azalea bushes with its darker pink flowers made a beautiful backdrop for white calla lilies and orange alstroemerias. Lilac bushes were in the back corner near a beautiful maple tree where Alfred had fastened a swing seat for two on one of the high branches.

Arthur was incredibly proud of his garden, having spent many years toiling away at the land, managing the weeds, watering the plants correctly, and protecting the plants during the winter. Now he felt it was where he wanted it, with its vast variety of flowers in a carefully thought out arrangement, radiating in the glow of the sun and shimmering with water beads. It was a truly breathtaking sight.

Alfred was wandering around, looking at the newly bloomed flowers with delight. He said he was simply bored of playing video games, was full from breakfast, and no one was in need of heroic rescue at the moment as excuses for appreciating nature. Arthur didn't really mind what the reason was - he liked admiring Alfred as much as he liked admiring his flowers.

"Hey, these haven't grown in yet," Alfred said, pointing at a small plot of dark soul with a scattering of green leaves poking up from the ground.

"Of course they haven't, you had only planted them two and a half weeks ago," Arthur said, rolling his eyes. "Growing flowers is not an instant gratification process. You have to give it time and care."

"Kinda like how you raised me, right?" Alfred noted cheerfully. "Although you yell at me quite a bit now for various reasons."

"You're still growing, Alfred," Arthur said as gazed fondly at a cluster of daisies. "I feel like I still have to keep you out of trouble."

"It happens. Anyway, how much time is left on these?" Alfred questioned and England tapped his chin in thought.

"Well, considering how you never told me exactly what you put in my garden," Arthur started, irritated that he was kept in the dark. "Maybe five to five and a half weeks?"

"It's going to be a surprise you'll like!" Alfred said, running over to him and clapping him in the back. "Trust me!"

"Why do I have this nagging fear that it's going to be something ridiculous?" Arthur said with a frown as he batted him away with his watering can, splashing liquid on both of their clothes.

"They're flowers! I can't do anything absurd with them!" Alfred said hotly. "Although… I guess you're right about some of the other things I've done to you."

"At least you've admitted it," Arthur huffed as he started to make his way out of the garden. "I need to go have some tea now. Would you like to join me?"

"I have some time before I plan on playing Call of Duty again. Just as long as you don't make that Earl Gray crap today."

"I like that tea! Plus I can't believe you put that stupid game in my house!"

"It's not stupid! You're just too prim and proper to understand how to enjoy the epicness that is that game!"

"Epicness is not a word!"

"Go make tea!"

"… Fine," Arthur said vehemently, turning on his heel and striding into the house without a look back. "But mark my words, if you have that bloody game turned up on some kind of sinful volume, I'm banning you from visiting me for a month."

"Geez, don't get your drawers all twisted in a knot by yourself," Alfred called out and Arthur promptly slid the glass door shut as he retreated into the refreshing calm of his house.

Weeks came and went in a flash from how busy the two ended up being with work. They tried to make some time to see each other, but the times were far and few between. Alfred was fine without having to see Arthur for an extended amount of time, probably because that independence nonsense was still ingrained in his being. Arthur, on the other hand, missed the feeling of holding him in his arms, reading him a story before they went to bed, and kissing his face with loving ardor. He grudgingly admitted that he even missed his loud and obnoxious voice, talking about his wild adventures and silly antics with enthusiasm.

However, Arthur still made time for caring for his garden. It brought him much-needed peace, taking in the sweet fragrance of flowers pervading through the air and listening to the leaves rustle peacefully in the breeze. His heart always pounded in heavier and heavier anticipation as Alfred's patch of mysterious plants began to grow. At first, he was belligerent to the fact that he had to take care of Alfred's plants (that he planted without permission), but after he was told that it was a gift, his resistance waned and he accepted it with a furious blush that could have easily matched his roses. He had to promise that he wouldn't look up what they were by the shape of their leaves and that he had to wait until they bloomed.

One morning, roughly five and a half weeks later, Arthur decided to retrieve the mail first before going out into the garden. Nothing could have explained why since he preferred doing the same exact routine every morning, but he did anyway, walking back to the house from the mailbox a bit sleepily. As he headed out into the garden, stroking the stray strands of hair away from his face, he looked at the single letter that he had clutched in his hand. His eyes immediately snapped open in alert confusion when he saw that it was from Alfred.

"What's this?" Arthur said to himself as he quickly opened it. "You never write. You say it's too old-fashioned with the internet now. Bloody lazy fool." He read it as he walked into the garden, muscle memory guiding him through it without running into any of his beloved flowers.

'Dear… No, Hey Arthur,

Sorry, dear sounded archaic and unnatural for me… And I'm writing in pen… which doesn't erase. I can't find the whiteout either. Anyway, here's the real message...

Roses are red (and sometimes white or yellow).
Violets are not blue (they're a hue of purple, come on!).
But forget-me-nots are definitely blue (with petals arranged in a star-like shape).
They're my gift to you, reminding you that my love with always be true.

… I'm absolute crap at making this poetry stuff work.

You always say that you like my eyes the best and I thought these best represented me in a symbolic way. So every time you go out into your garden, you'll always be reminded of my best feature. Hopefully you find that comforting and touching that I want to be included among everything else you treasure.

Anyway, haven't seen you in a while and I can't wait until you come over on our next break away from meetings, diplomacy, and the like. Miss you!

- Alfred

P.S. If you're wondering why there are yellow and golden yellow chrysanthemums around your blue forget-me-nots… Well, they don't make green flowers to match your eyes. However, the mums remind me of your hair style (so fluffy!!!), and mine when I get up in the morning after a night of passionate love making with you, (you really like running your hands through my hair).

Arthur looked up from the letter with a bright smile on his face and found that he had wandered to the very spot that the letter described. He squatted down to have a closer look at what lay before him, reaching out and stroking the leaves and petals fondly. He laughed softly when he saw the resemblance of their hair in the chrysanthemums and when he thought that the star shape of the forget-me-nots reminded him of heroes. He sighed contently before standing up and stretching his arms.

"There isn't a day that passes where I don't think of you," Arthur said softly, holding the letter against his heart and taking another loving look at Alfred's simply romantic gift with a truly appreciative smile.


( 3 Admirers — Katsu no wa Hyotei )
Jul. 9th, 2011 07:55 pm (UTC)
Awww, that is so cute. :D

*smiles at Alfred*
Jul. 12th, 2011 06:17 pm (UTC)
^^ Alfred did a wonderful job *pats him on the back*

Thank you for reading!
Jul. 10th, 2011 12:52 am (UTC)
Aw! That is adorable! I love thoughtful gifts :-)

( 3 Admirers — Katsu no wa Hyotei )

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