Author's note: Um...yeah. So this is a fic I started a few months ago and finished only a few weeks ago. I'm thinking there will be about 2 or 3 chapters and a possible omake. It took me awhile to decide that this was okay to post online ^^; But anyway, I've got a soft spot for this rare pair and originally, this was gonna be just a oneshot with England and Italy sharing a room and a bed and Italy molesting England in the night. It morphed into something else with a plot. Also, I'm sorry if Italy seems OOC. But in my headcanon, he's not as stupid as he appears or acts. I hope you guys are willing to check this out 'cause I worked really hard on it :D

Accidentally In Love

Chapter 1

Arthur couldn't believe his bad luck. There was another world meeting, this time in France, and he was regretting not going to Francis' house and demanding he spend the night there. It surely would have been better than his current predicament.

Instead of choosing roommates like how they normally would, Feliciano had suggested they all write their names on a slip of paper and put them in a cup. Whoever you pulled out would be your roommate. And so Feliciano went first…

…and picked Arthur.

Normally he didn't have much of an opinion of the Northern Italian. He was much better behaved than his brother at least. But he was also loud, and touchy-feely, and everything Arthur despised. So when Feliciano grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him towards their hotel room, Arthur could only sputter and give pleading eyes to Ludwig to save him (which went ignored).

Perhaps he was over thinking everything. Feliciano was a much better roommate than Alfred or Russia at least. But there was only one bed in the room and Arthur wasn't sure how he felt about sharing a bed with the other nation. He carefully climbed onto his side of the bed after he was dressed in his pajamas. He turned over onto his side and tried to tune out the humming coming from the bathroom. Two seconds later, Feliciano ran out and literally leapt onto the bed while diving under the covers.

Arthur felt a considerable lack of pants on the other one and paled. He turned over and saw that Feliciano had an open shirt on…but nothing else. "Er…Feliciano," he mumbled and poked the other in the shoulder.

"Hmm? Arthur? What's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?" The Italian was so oblivious to his current state of undress that Arthur wanted to yell and scream but he willed that urge away.

"No, I didn't have a bad dream. But, I couldn't help noticing that you have, er, no pants on."

Feliciano stared at him a long time while cocking his head to the side. "Is that bad? I do it all the time when I sleep with Ludwig."

Arthur blushed furiously. "I-It's not bad, but I'm not Ludwig and…it's very unnerving for me."

"Oh! I see!" Feliciano smiled. "I have some spare boxers I can put on just for you!"

Spare…boxers? Next thing Arthur knew, Feliciano was leaning over the side of the bed reaching for his boxers, and giving the Brit a very nice view of his ass.

"I wonder if I even packed some," Feliciano mumbled. Arthur wanted to look away but his ass was right there and wiggling from side to side oh god-

"I-If you didn't, that's fine too," Arthur mumbled.

"Are you sure?" He was looking over his shoulder now and dear god why was his ass so mesmerizing?

"Y-Yes, I'm sure."

Feliciano flopped back down onto the bed. "Okay." He leaned over and turned the light off before curling up under the covers on his side.

Arthur stared up at the ceiling for most of the night, his mind refusing to let him forget seeing the Italian's backside. Feliciano seemed to be fast asleep already so he sighed and decided to close his eyes. That's when he felt the bed shift and a hand rest on his chest. His eyes fluttered open and he looked down at the hand and then to its owner. Feliciano had turned over and was cuddling up against him.

The Englishman wanted to cry. At least when he shared a room with Alfred, this never happened! One of Feliciano's legs was dangerously close to resting on his thighs and Arthur knew he'd be feeling a lot more than just naked thigh if the Italian did that. Arthur felt very warm and unsure suddenly. Normally he'd push him away, but would that make him upset? Feliciano's hand moved down his chest slowly and then went up his shirt and that's when Arthur gasped.

"F-Feliciano!" he hissed. "Wake up!"

"Mmm, ve~"

"Wake up, dammit!"

But the sound of his voice only seemed to egg the other on. Feliciano's leg came around and rested on his lower abdomen. He felt the familiar bulge against his hip and bit his lip to stop from crying out. Arthur knew he was powerless now. He was at the other nation's mercy. Feliciano then straddled his hips and ground himself against Arthur, who whimpered and bucked his hips. The Italian was still asleep, his hand was caressing the Brit's chest, and Arthur could see he was getting erect.

Oh dear God, he's going to molest me in his sleep, he thought, groaning as Feliciano brought their hips together again. Arthur knew he was getting hard himself but he felt ashamed. The Italian's hands left his chest and moved down to the waistband of his pants and he panicked.

"Feliciano! No!" he gasped. The boxers were pulled down and a warm hand started to pump him ruthlessly. "S-Stop!" But he really didn't want Feliciano to stop. He whined and arched his back and just before he was sure he'd orgasm, the brunette stopped. He blinked and looked up only to see Feliciano staring down at him with wide eyes.

"A-Arthur?" he whispered, staring at his own hand in shock.

"I…"

"W-What was I doing?" Arthur saw tears at the other's eyes and instantly his overprotective mode kicked in.

"Feliciano, it wasn't your fault," he said softly and was surprised when the Italian laid himself down on his chest and sobbed quietly.

"L-Ludwig told me I used to do that a lot b-but I never believed him," he whimpered. "I'm so s-sorry."

Arthur swallowed hard and let his hand caress through Feliciano's hair. "I don't blame you."

"But I was t-touching you!"

Yes, yes you were and it felt amazing. "Shh. Just calm down."

His hand brushed against that stubborn curl by the Italian's ear and Feliciano suddenly went red and moaned. Arthur blinked in confusion. He fingered the curl again and Feliciano gasped, squeezing his legs together. The Brit looked down and could see the tell-tale signs of arousal and felt himself smirk. He tugged on the curl sharply and the sound Feliciano let out went right to his groin.

"A-Arthur, s-stooop," he whined softly. He was panting.

"Sorry," he said, smiling more. "If you want to take care of your problem, you need only ask me."

"My p-problem?" He looked up at him with teary eyes.

"Between your legs." Feliciano blushed and looked away. "I have a problem as well that needs fixing," Arthur purred. "We could help each other."

"But if we do that—"

"No one will know as long as we're quiet." Arthur couldn't believe he was going to do this. Feliciano looked thoughtful and then nodded, surprising his bed partner. While finding his voice, Arthur spread his legs and said firmly, "You're going to ride me. You know what that means, right?"

Feliciano suddenly gave him a dry look. "I'm Italian. Of course I know what it means."

Shocked at the sudden change in personality, Arthur had no time to prepare as Feliciano positioned himself above him. He grabbed the Brit's cock and very slowly lowered himself down onto it. Feliciano shifted to get comfortable, making a face of discomfort. Arthur waited until finally the Italian began to rock back and forth. He groaned and sighed happily. He had never dreamed of being inside the Italian's ass but he was quite pleased to be there now. He gripped onto the tight ass to hold him in place and nearly screamed when Feliciano began to bounce on his cock.

He tentatively brought one of his hands around and squeezed Feliciano's cockhead, which made the brunette moan and move faster. Arthur was sure he was going to explode as the time passed. Feliciano stilled after a few minutes and came into Arthur's hand. Arthur came a second after, spilling himself inside the other nation. There was a long moment of silence as Feliciano removed himself and collapsed beside the Englishman on the bed. Arthur reached down to pull up his pants and turned on his side, facing away from the Italian.

He was surprised when he felt arms encircle his waist and a warm body press against his back. Feliciano's lips touched his neck and shoulder and he shivered. "Grazie," Feliciano whispered and nuzzled into his back.

Arthur said nothing, instead opting to close his eyes and forget everything that had just happened. When morning came, Feliciano was still clinging to him. He sighed and sat up, cursing under his breath as he stood to walk into the bathroom. Once done in there, he walked back out and began rummaging through his suitcase for some new clothes to wear. He heard a shifting on the bed and glanced up.

Feliciano was staring back at him, fear and uncertainty written in his brown eyes. Arthur tried to ignore him as he pulled on his trousers. There was an awkward silence between them, both unsure what to do or say. As the Brit buttoned up his blouse, he cleared his throat and mumbled, "I'm sorry."

He could see Feliciano's face contort into something unreadable in the mirror on the wall. Rather than look directly at the Italian's face, he looked into the mirror instead. "Sorry for what?" Feliciano finally mumbled.

"For last night."

Feliciano's lower lip trembled. "Oh." If Arthur hadn't been a master of reading people, he would have missed it.

"I should not have taken advantage of you," he continued.

The Italian looked sad, but he chose to ignore the nagging guilt inside him. "But you didn't-"

"I did." Arthur turned around to face him. "For my own benefit, I tricked you into sleeping with me, and I am ashamed. It will never happen again."

Feliciano appeared to want to argue more, but the expression on his face told him that he accepted the apology. As Arthur turned to leave the hotel room, now fully dressed, he was almost certain that he had seen a tear fall down Feliciano's face.