Arthur bit his lip, Shifting nervously in his seat, Feeling very uneasy, fidgety, and nervousness in the pit of his stomach, Suddenly feeling very Ill. Everything had been going well so far, First he took his lover out for a nice date to the movies, Bought him the biggest bouquet of roses they had at the local flower shop, Bought him the most expensive box of chocolates the store had as well, Brought him out to dinner and let him eat to his hearts content(In which, he was still eating after an hour at some fancy Italian place he took him to) And it was certainly by far the most successful and best date they ever had(Even if his wallet was fairly empty)And he hoped Alfred wasn’t worrying since he was being so quiet and timid, He occasionally spoke up to reply to him, or ask him how the food was or maybe if he wanted to order something else. 

The Briton coughed awkwardly, pulling something out of his back pocket. “Alfred I…” He sighed heavily, slicking his hair back in frustration, He knew he was being silly but still…He’s waited many years for this moment and he wasn’t about to ruin it. “I love you.” He said sternly, nodding to himself and thinking over and over ‘I can do this.’ He stared into his eyes, swallowing thickly and he coughed once more into his palm, feeling a nervous smile form on his lips. “I really do, More than you know and i should tell you more often and I’m sorry.” He replied slowly, grabbing his hand and stepping down, kneeling before him. “Bollocks. I hope I’m doing this right, that’s what he said to do.” He mumbled, jolting his attention back at Alfred. “A-Ah, sorry Luv. I really do love you, And i want to spend the rest of my life with you. And what I’ve been trying to ask all night is-” A deep intake of breath. “Will you marry me Alfred. F Jones?” He asked holding the ring out, Gulping nervously and he began shaking a bit, Never had he felt so completely stupid and embarrassed. But gods, did he hope he said yes.