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So this pairing is a first for me, no pun intended, and I wanted to start small with a little oneshot. I will add another part to this later during Summer, but I just wanna test the waters with this. So tell me what you think and we can work from there, I can and will take requests so there is a possibility of this turning into a book of oneshots for various pairings. I hope you enjoy and comment.

First

They had been playing 20 questions for a good few hours now.

It had transcended the 20 question cap a long time ago and now they were starting to tread on shaky ground. The questions becoming far more dangerous than 'your worst fear' or 'your favourite colour'.

The air was stagnant with the underlying scent of sweat, left behind by the various peoples who had occupied the space a mere hour ago.

Empty bottles and rubbish littered the grungy carpet. The room was still save for the only two persons sitting by the window. Even if the window was quite a generous size, it did little for the view outside, just a few inches from being able to show off the skyline off perfectly. Hardly the ideal setting though, a gritty hotel room in the Bronx. The wallpaper that once held a modern pattern was ripped and ruined, the furniture in need of some love, the bed creaked too much and the shower barely choked out enough water for a decent wash.

And despite its many flaws, Alfred loved it. It was old and held many memories. He was currently sitting by the window waiting on Matthew's question. They had a party, and it had been crazy, but they had started a game of 20 questions spontaneously and the alcohol was soon forgotten. The notion of the game seemly more attractive than getting drunk with friends. Once everyone left, it was just him and Matthew left continuing the game.

There Canada sat, in a blue dress shirt and khakis, eyes searching the skyline. A warm beer placed at his side, its presence forgotten. The music still on in the background, drowning the room in cheesy pop music. Alfred himself was currently perched at the side of the window, gaze unwavering from Matthews concentrated face.

Until finally, the silence was broken.

"I can't believe I haven't asked this one yet, where was your first kiss?"

Matthew swore he had never seen such a devious grin on Alfred's face, and his heart sank at the thought that someone had claimed him such an impressionable way. They would forever be with him as a part of him, and it hurt. Here he had thought he was clever, asking such a daring question. He undid another button of his shirt -the hot air in the room finally getting to him. He would've reached for his beer but he knew it was far too warm to be refreshing.

"Hmm, let's see. It was a Saturday. Like today. And we were alone, enjoying each other's company. Drinking causally, chilling out. I remember the room the most, it was so vivid. I can still smell the air."

Matthew had unconsciously moved to face the rambling American, heart pounding as he listened about the person who stole Alfred before he even had a chance. His blue eyes held an unknown twinkle in them. And Matthew suddenly wondered who it was with. England? Japan? Russia? Hell, maybe even France? Or just some person he had never met, a faceless person who shared Alfred in such a way. Matthew gripped his trousers, listening intently about the person he decided he hated.

"The air was heavy, and I could still smell smoke from cigarette's. The fan was on in the back room, the breeze didn't fuck all though. The light wasn't working and we couldn't find the remote for the TV. We had settled on listening to overplayed pop on the barely working radio. The floor was sticky and damp from what I hoped was beer and not piss. There was trash on the floor, and empty beer cans everywhere. The wallpaper was peeling off the walls of the shifty hotel but I didn't mind but I liked it. The room smelled old, dusty but still looked alive, you know? The moon was actually out that night and it lit them up perfectly. I could just see their eyes in the dim light. They looked strangely curious and sad, too stupid to notice the beer that they spilled. It seeped into their jeans, making it look it they pissed themselves. And they were leaning forward, interested in what I was saying. I couldn't stop staring at their gorgeous purple eyes, their pouting lips and curly blonde hair. The smell of their cologne, the feeling of their breath on my face. And I knew that I loved them. So, so, so much. I loved the way they were jealous and the way they grasped their fists..."

Alfred's voice had transcended into a whisper, choked with emotion and underlining fondness. His eyes catching Matthew's and holding them, face close to his. His eyes flickered down to glance at his wetted lips and with that Alfred leaned forward and captured Matthews's mouth. Pulling and tugging at him, he nipped his lip before backing out of the kiss. Smirking at the bewildered look on Matthew's face. Matthew could only stare.

"You're my first, you jealous dork."