England's eyes fluttered open, only to be shut again by the blinding light. He immediately pulled the blanket covers over his eyes and shut them tight. A huge headache filled his head, telling him only one thing: He had gotten drunk.
But the pain was nearly taken away by the wonderful feeling of a warm arm wrapped around his body. He shifted his position to see who was next to him, and it was none other than America, Alfred F. Jones.
When he noticed who it was, his senses seemed to wake up. The hot, sticky liquid on the bed, the alcohol-filled scent, the love bites on both of their necks, and he was sure he could vaguley taste a hint of Coke. They obviously did a lot more than 'cuddling'.
Should I get him up? Should I wait until he wakes up? Or should I just leave?... No, definately not that... England though turning back over, deciding he'll just wait for Alfred.
He attempted to fall back asleep, but with all these thoughts racing through his head faster than he could process, he was failing miserably.
After a minute of unrest, he felt Alfred's body move against him indicating he was waking up, thank god for Arthur.
"Mhmm. Hey, Artie." Alfred said sleepily, sitting upright. Taking note Alfred was indeed at least shirtless, Arthur realized that he was completely unclothed himself.
"Er- um, hey." England stuttered. "Do you happen to... Remember anything?"
Alfred laughed a little. "Hell, I barely got drunk. Okay, a little, maybe a little more, in comparison to you. So, yes, I remember some of it."
"Fuck..." Arthur muttered, leanin against the bed's backboard.
"So, now that you're sober, or at least have sense, do you ...Feel the same way?" Alfred said slightly anxiously, tilting his head slightly, looking Arthur is straight in his eyes.
Arthur felt his face heat up, knowing exactly was Alfred meant. Yes, he knew the answer with all of his heart, but he could barely speak. "Y-yes." He said weakly.
No, that's not enough... He thought, searching for words. "Yes, Alfred, I love you too."
Alfred smiled good naturedly, leaning against the bed's backboard as well.
After a short moment, Alfred embraced Arthur in a heated, passionate kiss. Arthur happily accepted this, and kissed back just as deeply.
"You know, you'd never be doing this if you hadn't gotten drunk as hell." Alfred teased.
"I don't care, just kiss me." Arthur said, and Alfred happily closed the space between them.