How about a wingtalia au where Alfred is the one with wings and he loves to cover Arthur with them while they cuddle? :3
Summary: Alfred has a habit of wrapping his boyfriend in his wings when they cuddle, and even if Arthur pretends he hates it.. everyone knows he secretly likes it.
Rating: G ; Lots of feathery fluff!
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The bedroom door opened quietly and from the bed Arthur watched his lover walk into the room. The American looked at him with a brilliant smile, the one that always made the Englishman flustered.
“Hello darling.” He greeted
“Hey babe,” he started to take off his shirt, “How was your day?”
It was difficult to keep concentrated when one’s boyfriend was so attractive. Arthur caught himself staring and blushed. “Good...”
The American was shirtless and grinned as he stretched out his wings. They were beautiful... large and pure white like winter snow. Arthur always marveled at them. They were so soft and warm...
“Like what you see?” Alfred purred and crawled onto the bed with a goofy grin.
Arthur couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re getting feathers all over the comforter bird boy.”
Alfred ignored him, laying down beside him and pulling him close for a sweet kiss. He wrapped his wings around him and grinned. “You know you love it, Artie.”
“No... I do not you bloody heathen!” He grouched, “Get off of me! You’re wings are itchy.”
“No can do.” He snuggled into him.
Arthur paused to take in the feeling of being held in those muscular arms, smelling Alfred’s cologne... oh it was so nice to be secure and wrapped up in his lover like this. But... he would never admit it!
An hour of grouching and giggling passed and soon enough, Alfred ran a hand through Arthur’s hair, smiling contently as the Brit was asleep on his chest, head nuzzled into his wing.