DISCLAIMER: I do not own Britain, America, or any of the other Hetalia characters. This two-shot (possible three-shot?) is rated M for Britain's language and erm, suggestive themes. But you were expecting that, weren't you? =w=; UKxUS in that order. Seme!England. Both human and country names used. Britain's POV. Inspired by AEDFSAN. I claim no credit for the original plot of this doujin. This was written for pure enjoyment and for those who wanted to experience the manga in novel form. Again, I do not own Hetalia..

*hastily shoves Britain into her closet* KEEP MOVING, NOTHING TO SEE HERE!

With a rather desolate sigh, Arthur stood, gathering his manilla folders and paperwork from that day's International World Conference meeting. He frowned; it'd been another pointless meeting, as had the other past few previous ones. Global warming this, global warming that, something about a giant super hero, or ice cubes... Hell - - he didn't know. He hadn't slept in well over four days, and it didn't help the fact that he'd spent the entire hour and the half staring intently at the obnoxious, loud host in a way that could be described as no other word but hungrily. Yes, hungrily. As much as it pained the British man to admit, his feelings for the cocky American had transformed from hate, to annoyance, to tolerance, and then at last morphed to something stronger than all of those emotions combined, and twice as dangerous; desire. He'd heard the cliché about opposites being attracted to one another, and all of that rubbish. But to be quite honest, it was more than simple attraction - - It was full-on lust. Britain couldn't remember the last time he'd felt such an overwhelming urge to dominate; to wipe that idiotic grin off the idiot's face and replace it with - -

"Yo! England!"

The bushy-browed nation's train of thought interrupted, Arthur looked up to see none other but America himself. Surprising, considering the meeting had come to end nearly an hour ago. Alfred donned his famous Hero-smile. "Uh, hey man, you doing anything tonight? Wanna come over?" he asked, scratching the back of his head. For a moment, Britain could do nothing but gape at him as he recovered from the out-of-the-blue request. "A-ah, well… I suppose I'm not in any horrible hurry to return home.. So I wouldn't mind too much." He responded, still a little taken back. The spokes in his mind immediately began rotating as he began to think of all of possible reasons as to why the American would want his company, when a prospect came to surface. 'No.. It couldn't be… Could it?' Arthur thought, searching the younger man's face for any evidence of mischief or trickery. Alfred let out a somewhat relieved chuckle, hardly noticing the other's reaction. "Great! Glad to hear it!" he exclaimed, his cheeks tinted slightly with a pink hue. As the sandy-blond walked off, the Brit was left with a plethora of his thoughts and questions, clearly befuddled. 'What the hell's up with him? Talking all cutesy for no good reason! Damn it… Are you trying to tempt me, you stupid git?'

~*Later that night*~

" …Yeah, right…" Arthur muttered to himself under his breath, bringing his cup of Earl Gray to his lips.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHH~ !" the woman in the horror film screamed, her blood splurting in various directions as she was crudely ripped apart by the hideous monster on the screen. She continued to release blood-curdling screams and writhe in obvious agony as the beast made a meal of her internal organs and flesh. A trembling, whimpering Alfred sunk back into the couch cushions with a pillow in his lap; his sky-blue eyes filled to their rims with tears as he clutched on pathetically to the fabric of the Brit's shirt. 'I want to bludgeon myself for getting excited for a moment there…' England thought begrudgingly, feeling like an imbecile. He glanced over to the side to watch the American quake in idiot terror, biting the fingernails of his free hand. 'At this rate, the mood won't turn out that way at all...' the Brit gathered, scowling as he huffed. 'Stupid..' Deciding he'd had enough of this senselessness, he leaned forward, placing his tea cup on the coffee table. "I'll be going to bed now" he announced while getting to his feet, thinking it better to just get the night over with. Perhaps if he was lucky enough, he'd be able to get some god-damned sleep. Tearing his eyes away from the movie, Alfred turned his attention to his friend, eyes wide behind spectacles. "Eh!" he gulped. "Wh-wh.. hah? Wait a sec, you're joking, right? What are you saying!" he whined, tugging at the older man's shirt in an attempt to hold him back. " …England?" he tried again when he was given no response.

"Eng - -"

"Shut up. I'm tired."

A hasty America stumbled to his feet, nearly tripping in the process as he blocked the Britain's path; still holding onto the pillow to his chest for dear life. He tightened his grip on England's shirt. "Like hell you are! I can't watch something this scary on my own! Anyway, why the hell did you think you were staying at my pla - -"

The statement rubbing salt in his wounds, Arthur felt himself snap with anger. "Shut up!" he repeated, trying to budge aside the blonde in front of him. "Don't say that, I'll feel depressed!" he finally managed to free his shirt sleeve, jerking his arm away. "Let go, dammit! As if I'd hang out with you, fatso!"

Now overcome by fear, and anxious for the cranky nation to stay, Alfred roughly tackled the Brit to the carpet. "N-no way! I'm not letting you!" he cried. With a loud and uncomfortable thud, England landed on his back; the unexpected attack knocking the air out of his chest. "Ju-just a bit longer! It's almost over , so please stay!" Al pleaded. He looked down on the dazed country with pitiful, blue eyes. Eyes that bore into Arthur's very soul with an undeniable desperation. "Just a bit… Stay with me" he implored in a softer tone than his previous one. Rendered speechless, the Brit could do nothing but stare back into the innocent face above him; his heart flip- flopping around in his chest as a blush marked his cheeks. 'This… This bastard..' he thought, swallowing the stone in his throat.

'Maybe I should just rape him… !'

Oh, Britain... =w=; What do you have in store for our poor, naive hero?

This was actually going to be a very extended one-shot, but at the last minute I decided that it would be better to make it a two-shot. Or even possibly a three-shot, depending on how much I write for the next chapter. I suppose we'll just have to find out, hm? Reads and Reviews are very much appreciated, but not necessary for all of you lurkers... (I know you're out there!) I'll try to post the next chapter soon enough. Thank you for reading~ ! ^-^