"Arthur!"

The door to the small living room swung open revealing a panting young blonde man.

"What is it!?" Cried the startled Brit from his armchair. 'Fucking hooligans', thought he.

"Iggy... " The American entered and flung his hefty, whale-like body onto the floor in distress. " I have just realised I have strong romantic feelings for you, even though we are more like bros than anything else and you an' I don't really seem friends at the best of times, in fact we pretty much always argue and fight and ridicule each other and generally don't get along..." he paused and lustfully gazed into Arthur's eyes (WHICH BTW WERE RLY GREEN AND SHINY AND KAWAII) "but disregarding those things, I really think we should have the sex"

"ano, Armerika kun" twittered England, in a monotone voice "I would like that very much you bloody git, baka, i hate you doki doki"

Alas, suddenly as if in response to England's words, Alfred's hands began to swell to a ridiculous size and his chin became as pointed as a blade of grass, his shoulders too became the size of a small mini bus.

"oh no..." said Iggy

But then they had sex, oh and maybe there was mpreg. It was great. Though Dover may never be the same again.