Arthur and Mikhail

Arthur slept peacefully, though he finally stirred again a few moments later, opening his eyes with a sleepy humm.

Mikhail glanced at him and smiled a bit. "Good afternoon, sleepy head."

Arthur looked up at him, sleepy confusion reigning in his eyes for a moment as he reoriented himself, finally he hugged the other's waist tightly.

Mikhail chuckled softly and hugged back, kissing his head.

Arthur smiled, humming happily.

Mikhail also smiled, ignoring the fact that his head was still throbbing just a bit.

Arthur smiled up at him, having recovered from the hangover.

"Feeling better?" Mikhail asked, resting his forehead against Arthur's.

"Yeah.." he whispered.

"Good," Mikhail replied. "Sooo, what do you want to do?"

"Nothing." he answered quietly, leaning comfortably against the other.

"Okay then, I'll at least make some breakfast for us." He mumbled.

Arthur sighed, but nodded. "Alright.."

Mikhail kissed him for a few seconds before pulling away and heading downstairs and walking into the kitchen.

Arthur hummed as the other left, quickly pulling up one of the blankets and wrapping it around himself before trailing downstairs.

Mikhail didn't notice the other and smiled at George before going into the kitchen, wondering what he should make for Arthur.

Arthur padded sleepily into the kitchen, sitting down on one of the stools looking like a little kid playing ghost.

Mikhail turned around when he heard footsteps and couldn't help but laugh softly, glancing at Arthur. "Well, hello there."

Arthur looked up at him from under the blanket, smiling happily.

Mikhail couldn't help but also smile, how was Arthur so cute? "You should smile like that more often."

Arthur blushed, and his smile got a bit wider.

"There you go, that's the smile I love." Mikhail said, the smile on his also getting a bit wider before turning around again to start cooking.

Arthur hummed shyly to himself, blushing a little more.

Mikhail's smile widened so much more after he turned around, wondering if he had really just said that. Oh god, what is going on with me?

Arthur watched him carefully, memorizing how the other moved.

George kept watching from his place on the couch, a small smile on his face as he watched them.

Mikhail started making some bacon and eggs, classy and simple. It was already pretty late and he didn't want to eat anything too heavy. "You guys okay with bacon and eggs?"

"Mhm!" hummed Arthur quietly.

George also responded with a yes, which was basically a hum.

Okay then, bacon and eggs it is." Mikhail mumbled, trying his best to cook quickly.

Arthur pulled the blanket tighter around himself, watching the other's movements.

Mikhail's movements were elegant and graceful, but clumsy at the same time (does that make sense?). He quickly finished cooking and split the food into three plates, giving each of them one plate from eating out of one while sitting next to Arthur.