One Too Many Screw Ups.
Warning: Human! Nation pet/magical creatures, yaoi, shonen-ai, Language, mulitiple pairings,ECT.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Alfred's puppy, the plot and my time.
Summary: Alfred has a puppy and Arthur is quite jealous of all the attention the pup is getting from Alfred, so he decides to curse the bundle of fluff. Unfortunately he screws up yet again and causes some massive trouble around the world.
A/N: A new story ^^ I like the plot I have but I couldn't think of a good title. Please enjoy the prologue.
Prologue.
My name is Arthur Kirkland; I am the nation of England, a once great empire, and a fatherly/older brother figure to a few nations in the world who have decided to leave me behind for no reason what so ever!
But at the moment nothing of that matter because at this very moment I am standing before 21 nations of the world sitting at a meeting here in London, along with 36 new faces I have never seen before and I will admit this but only to you.
I, Arthur Kirkland being of sound body and some-what sound mind, am absolutely fuck!
But before I continue, let me show you what caused this to happen; what happens when one tiny mistake blows up to something of this magnitude.
==Two Days Ago==
"…But Iggy look how cute they are, I want to get one!" Alfred was staring at puppies in pet shop window, Arthur sighed as his vivid green eyes look at his former charge and boyfriend. It was hard to believe the man standing right next to him was America, the great U.S.A; land of the brave and home of the free…or something like that.
"Stupid git! You can barely take care of yourself and you really think you could care for an animal, much less a pup who requires a lot attention and discipline?" Arthur shifted the shopping bags from one hand into the other and took Alfred's hand into his; he pulled the American, and his face, off the window.
"But Iggy, I want a puppy, their so cute and soft and awesome. I want to get a beagle and make it a super hero like Underdog!" Arthur sighed at the childish enthusiasm of America, he almost seemed to give it off and it radiated around him like a warm sun; even though it was freezing cold and snow.
"America, you already have a rabbit and a whale, and not to mention that freaky rude alien thing. Why do you need a dog?"
"Tony isn't a pet, he's my best friend and he isn't freaky or rude; you're just too uptight all the time, you should relax once in a while." Alfred pulled his lover into a kiss; Arthur turned bright red but didn't pull away. This was kind of…romantic; they were standing in the snow as it started falling all around them and the sun was slowly setting. Alfred broke the kiss and he smiled happily to the Brit.
"You're still not getting a dog, Alfred!" The American's face fell as they kept walking, Arthur sighed at the saddening expression on his love.
"Alfred, a dog is a really big responsibility and…you're not that responsible, I don't want that little guy to suffer because of you irresponsibility…Heroes don't let poor helpless creatures get hurt, do they?" The American smiled as he looked over at Arthur.
"Of course not, I'm a hero and I'm awesome!"
~Somewhere in Europe~
Ah-choo!
"Whoa Gil…are you getting sick? Tomatoes are good for getting rid of colds!"
"I…think you're supposed to say bless you…I hope you don't get sick, eh."
"Aw, is my little Mathieu is concerned about his lover?"
"…"
"I'm fine guys…It just seems someone is talking about me and my awesomeness, or stealing my catchphrase!"
~Back to U.S.A~
Arthur laid the bags on the counter and started to take everything out, it was mostly groceries. Alfred and he liked to go out when it was snowing, it didn't really matter where they went; just that they were together.
Arthur smiled softly as he remembered their first date, only a few years after the whole; independence war. Alfred had wanted to cheer him up and strangely it worked, even though the blood idiot had taken him to a scary movie and then proceeded to cling onto the British man whenever it 'got too scary'.
A pair of strong, warm arms wrapped around his waist and chest before a hot breath caressed his ear.
"What are you doing, Iggy?"
The English man blushed at the feeling and felt suddenly turned on; he leaned back into Alfred's chest and looked up at Alfred's large bright blue eyes, he could just stare into them if Alfred ever let him.
Arthur felt something poking his bum and tried to turn around, but Alfred vice grip wasn't letting him.
"Alfred let go, there is something poking my bum!" Alfred laughed softly into Arthur's ear; the Brit finally realized what was really poking his rump.
"Excited today, aren't we?" Arthur asked in a flirty tone as Alfred nuzzled the shorter nation's neck, he let out a small gasp as he felt Alfred's tongue running over the skin.
"It's cold today…let's go warm up in my room." Alfred didn't wait for an answer before picking Arthur up and shifting him so he could hold him bridal style. Arthur blushed but held onto the taller nation without saying a word; Alfred smiled at him before slipped into his room and shut the door behind them.
Arthur winced at the bright morning light filling the small America's room. He rolled over in his sleep and expected to bump into a mound of sleeping flesh, a.k.a. Alfred but was surprised to find the taller blond gone.
Arthur sat up as he looked around the messy room but still no Alfred, which was rather strange since the American man never, woke up earlier than Arthur. "I…better go see where's he at." Arthur muttered as he got up from the bed, the thin white sheet slipped off his thin body to reveal some bruises on his skin; he mindless ran his hand over them. "He's…too rough…stupid git!" His sleepy mumbles could barely be heard as he was trying to find his boxers and the rest of his clothes. He finally found his pants and shirt across the room but still his boxers were missing, he kept looking and quickly found them hanging on the ceiling fan.
He wondered how they got up there before pulling them on and getting dressed, Arthur silently slipped out of the bedroom into the house. It was quiet…a little too quiet, Arthur walked around curious about where the hell his lover went.
"Shh…be quiet, I don't want Iggy to wake up and find you here…ah! Stop moving around so much I won't be able to get it on if you keep squirming…Stop it, you're getting me wet…"
England walked towards the sound, it sounded like Alfred's voice…but who was he talking to?
The voice and noises were coming from the hallway bathroom, Arthur leaned his ear to the door trying to hear.
"Don't make any noise or brow-zilla will wake up…Ah, it slipping out of my hand…so slippery…I can't get it, stop moving around so much…I can't get a hold of it if you keep moving around, wait I almost have it! Hey, stop licking me!"
.It! England slammed the door open.
"Alfred F Jones, you're cheating on me?" He yelled out, Alfred jolted up out of the bathtub completely naked.
"Iggy, What are you doing awake?" There was a sound of water splashing and Alfred quickly pulled the curtain to hide the one making the sound, England was on the edge of tears as balled up his fists and glared at the super powered nation. He seriously couldn't believe this; his Alfred was cheating on him with who knows what nation, Arthur didn't know if to yell or cry or just beat the crap out of the taller blonde.
"Iggy, it's not what it looks like."
"Then what is it Alfred? You're cheating on me with some bitch!"
"Well…he's not a bitch."
Slap!
Arthur's hand made contact with Alfred's face; the American was stunned while Arthur started crying bitterly. They stayed frozen like that for a moment, neither moving nor making a sound. The sound of someone splashing around in the tub seemed to break the tension; Alfred laid a hand on his cheek and looked at Arthur seriously. He sighed as he shook his head softly at the shorter nation; he turned to the bath tub and pulled the curtain away.
In the small half filled tub was a small mountain Cur puppy, his fur was a marbled look of blonde and different shades of brown along with some black. It looked up at Alfred and Arthur as it's long wagging tail splashed water all around; he quickly started to pounce onto a bar of soap that was sitting at the bottom of the tub, it kept slipping away each time. Arthur's eyes widened and placed a hand over his mouth as he just stared, he couldn't think of anything to say or do but just stare at the pup.
"I got an early morning call from my boss and headed out, I left a note on your pillow telling you I'd see you at the G8 meeting…I got done with my boss earlier than I expected, so I decided to hurry home to see if you were still around. When I was half way here I found this little guy, he was alone and really hurt to I brought him home…I know you told me I could have a dog, but I couldn't leave him behind to die." Alfred pulled on his boxers and grabbed a towel, he smiled softly at the pup before pulling him out of the water and starting to dry it off.
"I…I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions, I'm so sorry Alfred!" The American felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and Arthur buried his face into Alfred's back. Soon enough Alfred felt something hot against his bare skin, he turned around to see Arthur crying and his grip tightened.
Alfred smiled just slightly before shaking his softly head and sighed; he placed the Cur pup in the sink along with the towel and twisted his body so he could see Arthur.
"Stop crying Iggy, you cry more than a hormonal teenage girl getting dumped on the night of her prom." This caused the English man to laugh softly and sniffle; Alfred unlatched Arthur's arms from around his waist and turned to him. "Arthur, I will never cheat one you or ever leave you; I've already made one of those mistakes and it cost me dearly. I love you so much, more than I thought I could…I know I'm a screw up but I know I did one thing right when I finally said I love you." Alfred hugged Arthur close and held him as the other started crying again, but this time it was out of happiness.
The small Cur let out a small yip, the nations turned to see him trying to climb out of the sink but kept slipping down. Arthur smiled softly as he let go of Alfred and went over to the pup, he picked it up and held him up.
The pup let out a small yip before relieving himself on the English nation's shirt, Alfred stifled a laugh as he watched; Arthur didn't look so happy, but the pup almost seemed smug about urinating on the once great empire. Arthur sighed and set the small bundle of fur down, he turned to Alfred.
"He…seems to like you, Iggy." Was all Alfred said before going over to finish drying the pup off, Arthur just glared at the creature before pulling his shirt off. Even though neither Arthur nor Alfred knew it, that incident was the one who started this whole mess.
Okay, so this is a little under my word limit but I decided to stop here for now; I should have the other one up rather quickly, in less than a day…I hope.