A/N: Alright so I'm feeling a bit depressed because of the arguments my parents have been having at then the violence that happened...I am writing this two or three shot because I feel safe in my writing zone and because I want to dedicate it to two of my most wonderful friends zxelilly and my Sorella. I want them to know that they are beautiful no matter what and that they are important in my life. This is also dedicated to every single person out there who feels insecure about themselves. I love you guys and I am happy that you guys actually read some of my stuff..TT=TT Thanks guys. And when you read the parts in italic listen to Hello/How are you? by Hatsune Miku.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

"Hey Japan can I ask you something?" America said to his friend who was currently trying to add some more details to one of his doujins.

"What is it America-san? Is England-san not dorming with you in the hotel today?" Japan said teasingly as he went back to adding more detail to the scene where Germany was pinning Italy down onto the bed. America grunted as he laid his head down and caught sight of his Brit who has not payed him any attention ever since the meeting had began and that was two weeks. (Actually it was only two days but America had missed being able to cuddle with his loving 'wife' and wants to be with him all the time) And instead was paying more attention to a another country who happened to be a bachelor so he couldn't help but feel a bit (more like a lot) jealous.

"He's been too 'busy' with Denmark to even give me a glance." He muttered out feeling a bit angry and hollow at the moment. Japan had to hold his laughter behind his sleeve of his kimono. He wasn't surprised that America was feeling jealous, he and England had only been married for a bout a month and it wasn't unusual for him to be jealous, besides England has been spending much more time with Denmark. He knew why but he wouldn't tell America. Not if this jealousy would turn into a moment to be captured on camera and sell online as two simple cosplayers looking realistically like America and England and were both males which would make every fan in their fandom happy and might be slightly joyous to Himaruya or slightly annoying to the Japanese man, but it was a price to pay for finding out their secret and Japan had after all granted Hima the approval of making all of them into a web-comic and then a successful anime.

"Don't worry America-san. I'm sure he is just helping D-" He was cut off as America let out a slight growl when he saw England giggle at something that the Dane said and also made the Dane fluster slightly.

"I want to know why the hell he has been avoiding HIS husband and talking to someone else." He growled out making a move to stand but Japan made sure to stop him.

"America-san. Calm down and wait until the end of the meeting for England-san to explain himself." Japan whispered rather harshly at the American nation who growled one more time.

"Why should I wait? We are on our break right now so I should s-"

"America. Move and I swear I will not hesitate to destroy all your progress you have saved in all your games and I swear I will make sure England-san will not share a room with you during the next ten world meetings." Japan said calmly with a dark aurora which scared America into sitting down and grumbling to himself.

|Time Skip~|

"Just remember Mathias, do not brag about how 'awesome' you are and just get on your knee before Lukas leaves. Ask him quickly and brace yourself for a hit." England whispered to Denmark who was nodding quickly and blushing as he played with the small velvet box in his bred jeans.

"I don't know if I can do it Arthur...What if he says no!" Denmark said worrying for the first time in years. This got a chuckle from Arthur who just patted his back.

"Stop being such a pillock and just trust me! Just go propose to the man!" England said pushing Denmark out of his room and laughed as Denmark slightly (okay harshly) slammed his own head into the wall. "Go on!" He cheered him on as Denmark slowly and then rapidly started to make his way to the elevator so he could get to Norway's room quicker. Through all the chuckles and suppressed laughter England hand't noticed his husband standing right besides the door. Explaining why he was scared half to death when he turned slightly to face America. "Bloody hell Alfred! What the hell were you doing there!" He said staring quizzically at his husband who just kept glaring darkly at him; nothing good would come out of that as he learned previously in their relationship that, that particular look meant America was either:

a) America being angry at him.

b) America being jealous.

c) Feeling particularly dominate

or

d) All of the above.

"What am I doing here? What was Denmark doing here with you all alone in our room. And then why the hell were you ignoring me the whole damn time!" America growled through clenched teeth as he pinned England on the bed after they both entered their suit. He had a hurt look in his baby blue eyes which grew darker as his jealousy and insecurity grew. England couldn't help but feel anger towards the American nation but that all disappeared when he opened his eyes to see all those insecure emotions inside his husbands beautiful eyes.

"Alfred luv..did you honestly think I.." He said not finishing his sentence as he looked directly into America's eyes, lovingly and smiling.

"Isn't it obvious! You were avoiding me these two whole days and then you leave early in the morning leaving me all alone! The I find out that you're spending an awful amount of time being close with Denmark! How else am I supposed to feel Arthur!" America shouted as he stared desperately into his wife's emerald eyes, trying to convey him his jealousy, his anxiety and insecurity. England leaned his face forwards enough so the he was only a few centimeters away from America's lips.

"America luv..you are a daft child who I cannot believe I fell head over heels in love with." America gasped and was about to get off the bed and his wife when England opened his mouth again. "But, you are a loving husband who will do anything to make anyone who deserves happiness happy...you are kind, happy, supportive and so damn caring and I am so happy that you have chose me, out of everyone else who you could have chosen...you said you love me and will always be there for me...I cannot thank you enough for accepting me; the person who oppressed your wishes to secede from me...A-And that you have tied yourself down to m-me.." England said as tears of emotions started to pool around his jade eyes, making them shine brighter. America could not believe what he was hearing...England was actually thanking him for proposing! That was wrong! It was him he should be thanking! If he hadn't said yes he didn't think he could ever live on knowing that the object of affection didn't feel the same way towards him. America immediately let go of England's pinned arms and pulled him up into a deep hug as his own tears started to flow.

"No...I-It's me w-who needs to say t-thank you...y-you accepted me...y-you chose to say yes to me...y-you promised your entire life left to be tied down to me A-Artie...I-I'm so glad..." America whispered into England's ear who shuttered and held tightly onto his husband.

"I'm glad Alfred..." Was all England could say as he started to sniffle from the joy. America let out a hardy laugh as he went back to being his normal self and pulled away slightly from the hug, making England sit in his crossed legs as he stared lovingly into the bright jade eyes that were a little puffy from the crying the did.

"Arthur...can I ask something of you my love?" America said smiling warmly as he started to caress England's peach soft cheek that held a light rose blush.

"What is it Al?" England responded still smiling as loving (or more if that was possible) to his husband.

"Can we repeat our sinful dance of love and passion tonight? Can we please my dearest? To dance the art of beautiful love making that only a pair can do if they were so hopelessly lost in love like ours." America whispered smoothly into England's ear with a smile as he felt the shorter man shiver in delight as he heard him speak about their passionate love making as if it were a dance, but it was. A skillful art that only those who are completely in love could master.

"A-Alfred.." England moaned out slightly as his blushed reached to his ears making his beloved husband chuckle softly and make his hold on his slim waist a bit tighter. "Y-You're such a helpless romantic.." England whispered smiling as he started to remember about how they had consummated their marriage and how every night afterwards ended.

It always ended the same, Alfred sweeping Arthur up from the ground in their living room and carried him bridal-style to their bedroom in where he slowly and carefully placed him upon the king sized mattress. Alfred hovering above Arthur with a soft smile as he started to caress his wife's cheek and slowly lowered his head so that their lips where brushing against each other. Slowly and lovingly would he press his lips down and moved his lips against Arthur's as they were sensually moving along. Alfred never wanted to rush and neither did Arthur as they both feared that this was just a lovely lucid dream and that it would easily break apart if they rushed through. After two minutes Alfred probed Arthur's lower lip, asking for permission to enter which was granted as Arthur parted his lips so that Alfred could slip in his tongue and explore his wet cavern. It always had the taste that was distinctly Arthur, mint tea with a splash of warm milk and honey. Alfred was never one for tea but the way it tasted in Arthur's mouth drove him mad. His and Arthur's tongue started to twist and mingle with each other, never once fighting for dominance as they never felt the need of one dominating a sweet and caring last thing they wanted was to brake the spell of their new found dance with the trivial thing of fighting to dominate. As this dance of tongues went on Alfred's hands started to wander and found it's self around the buttons on Arthur's shirt, with his hand he slowly started to unbutton them and smiled into the kiss as his hand finished unbuttoning and he felt Arthur's silk-smooth skin. When he broke the kiss there was a trail of saliva connecting them making Arthur blush to a rouge red successively making Alfred chuckle softly. He stared at Arthur's reviled body, what most people thought they would have seen was that the man would have no muscle or was even tone, he would have just had a soft body like a female (a very effeminate one at that) sole because he had soft skin. No, the man did not have muscle that were prominent like his own but he was tone. He had toned abs, due from his pirate era of fighting and all the wars he must have been in. He had scars that were fading away, most people would be slightly scared at the amount and maybe repulsed but not Alfred. He had been fascinated as he knew each scar told a story on his wife's beautiful body.

"S-Stop staring.." Arthur mumbled out softly as he hid his face by throwing his arm over it. Alfred was pulled out of his trance when he frowned slightly and lowered his face back down to Arthur's. He removed the arm from Arthur's face and was surprised when he was met with a teary eyed Brit who was very red.

"Why are you crying honey? Why can't I stare? Your body is beautiful..." Alfred said kissing the corners of Arthur's eyes.

"B-Because I-I f-feel so self conscious! P-Please don't lie A-Al..I-I am ugly with all these scars.." Arthur whispered closing his eyes making Alfred grip his face softly.

"Look at me Arthur." Alfred said in a slightly stern tone.

"N-No A-"

"Arthur. Please open your eyes and look at me." Alfred said in a pleading tone which made Arthur open his eyes to stare at Alfred's caring and eternally loving eyes. "You are beautiful with your scars. No one can tell you otherwise because they have gone blind as their eyes can not see what true beauty is. When you say you are ugly that hurts me because I know that I failed in making you happy. You are a beautiful person that some people just cannot imagine how beautiful you are and miss everything. You are not fat, you are not ugly, nor too skinny, far from talent-less, far from stupid, nowhere near dim. You are you and you radiate your own beauty. You make yourself talented with you beautiful voice with you lovely accent, you make my legs become jello as I hear you sing or when you simply speak, how you seclude yourself at times makes you someone who at times just doesn't want to speak or that you just want someone to come over and help. The way you smile makes my heart beat a million miles per second, your need to read is what makes you cute and adorable. Nothing can make you ugly except when you listen to those who only want to hurt you. Don't listen as you are your own person and can tell them to simply fuck off. So don't say your ugly or imperfect. No one is perfect but you are someone who is worth living for! And you have the support of myself and our friends. So don't ever say you are not beautiful alright my princess?" Alfred said keeping his gaze at a flabbergasted Arthur who blushed with all the compliments he was getting. Arthur soon cried again as he pulled Alfred into a tight hug.

"T-thank you Al...I-I love you so much..." Arthur whispered with joy as he let Alfred go and looked at him once more. "P-Please Al...l-let's make love until I can never forget about you.." He whispered shyly which made Alfred smile and kiss him softly again and his hand started to play with one exposed nipple while the other went to play with the bulge that was now prominent.

"Nn...A-Al.." Arthur moaned out as soon as Alfred started to tease his nipple. After a few minutes Alfred lowered his head and started to attack Arthur's neck with a slow but also fast enough pace that wouldn't tease the life out of both of then. He nipped at the flesh causing more moans to escape from the smaller nations mouth and the latter to be encouraged to nip at it more, leaving dark and visible love marks claiming Arthur as his. Alfred soon stopped his ministrations and started to unbuckle his belt and he quickly threw the thing to the side and unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them before rolling them down along with his boxers. Soon he removed his shirt and then became completely naked (except his wedding ring and dog tags).

Arthur whined at the loss before he started to pant again as Alfred undressed himself and started to trace his six pack before Alfred started to unclasp his belt as well and quickly threw his trousers and briefs making him gasp at the quick movement as he barely registered the actions. Now the only thing that Arthur remotely had on was his dress shirt that was barely on and his engagement ring and wedding band on his left hand. Alfred was above him again, blush dusting his own cheeks and was panting as well. Arthur could see why as well, his erection looking strained and the slit of his cock was already weeping. Alfred kissed Arthur once more before his hand opened up the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube.

"I promise I'll do a good job at preparing you Artie.." He said in a husky voice that it made Arthur shiver in pleasure once more.

To be continued...