BEST BIRTHDAY EVER

It was a day like any other day, the day before your birthday. You went through the same every day routine. Talked to the the same people. Ate, slept, got yelled at, thought about Matthew .

God! You couldnt belive you were having these feelings for him. You've known him your whole life and these these feelings only started recently. You couldn't stop thinking about him, you couldn't stop dreaming about him. He was everywhere!

You Alfred Freedom Jones! America! The Hero! And you were gonna be ruined because you couldn't stop thinking about him, you couldn't stop thinking about a guy. Ya, a guy, a dude, a man. Not that you really cared about the gender, you swung both ways after all.

But...Mathew? Why him of all people more to the point why now? Why not when you were younger and hung around each of her all the time? Was it because you hadn't seen him for a few months? Normally you saw him at least once a month. He was the only person you could tell your secrets to… Well, except for one. But, yeah, you wanted to tell him, and you would… next time you saw him. Yeah, that's what you'll do!

Just then you collided with someone and they almost fell. You wrapped your arms around them to keep them from falling. You didn't realize what you'd done or who it was, all you knew is that they felt really good. Then you heard a familiar, squeaky voice.

"Who're you?"

"Kumajiro?"

"No, I'm Kumajiro."

"Shee, Kumajiro. It's America you know him. Sorry, America."

"Canada?" Your arms tightened.

"Y-yeah," he blushed. "Could you let go of me?"

"Mathew…" Before you lost your determination you grabbed him, and pulled him into a dark alley.

"Alfred, where are you taking me?" You stopped and pushed him against the wall. Placing your arms on either side of him so he couldn't leave.

"Matthew...I-I-I…...I love you, Matthew." Then you kissed him, not giving him a chance to talk. You ran your tongue along his lips, he didn't budge. "Open your mouth."

"Alf-ngh!" You silenced him by kissing him again. His wide open mouth allowing your tounge access. You wrapped your arms around his waist. He, finally responded. He dropped, Kumajiro- who he had been holding until now- and wrapped his arms around your neck.

He buried his hands in your hair and his tongue dueled with yours. You won of course, but Mathew still responded. He pulled you closer, and closer. You ran one hand down his leg to his knee, which you hooked up on your hip. Your lips traveled to his ear, that you nibbled and licked on.

"A-Alfred...N-not…...Not here."

That broke you out of your haze and you realized what had just happened. Oh God, now he would definitely hate you. You looked at him and saw a flushed, lust filled look on his face.

"Mathew I'm so sorry this wasn't supposed to happen...not like this. Oh My God, what have I done? I-I gotta go." With that you ran out of the alley and down the street. Matthew ran out the alley looking for you, but you had already disappeared. God, how could you have been so stupid?!

"God that was the stupidest thing of my life." It was the next day, your birthday, and you lay in bed not giving a shit about anybody. Hell you didnt even care if England showed up this year not.

Your life was over! You knew Matthew would hate you now. How could he not? You had acted like an animal...but…. he had liked it right? His face had been flushed when you pulled away, his eyes full of disappointment.

A knock sounded at your front door. You didnt care they could go away. But if it was England he knew where your spare key was. And sure enough it was he.

"America, you bloody twit." He walked into your room carrying a birthday bag. "Get out of bed you lazy ass."

"No!... God I'm ruined!"

"What are you talking about?"

"you're my older Brother figure I can talk to you right?"

"Sure."

"You can't tell anybody. Promise you won't tell?"
"I promise."
"OK, So say you… have a crush on a guy, and you confessed in the worst possible way. Like say, you pushed him against the wall in a dark alley and attacked him… More or less. But his face was flushed with desire and he had pulled your lips back to his everytime you pulled away."

"Was their a question in there?"

"Would he hate you?"

"If he didn't love you back, probably."

You grunted. "Thats reassuring about not at all."

"You didn't find out?"

"I panicked and ran,"

"You, bloody, bloody, twit. You should have stuck around." He placed the bag on the floor next to the bed. "Come on, lets go to a bar. That'll take your mind off it."

He stood up. You got up and followed him to the front door. You slipped your boots on the walked out the door. Good and drunk, thats what you were gonna be when you got home.

You walked home alone at about 10 o'clock. England had got hammered and went home with France. At least he had someone who loved him back.

Gyah! You hated life! You slowly walked up your porch steps, not nearly as drunk as you had planned to get. You'd had maybe two beers. You just sat alone at the end of the bar.

You opened your door and walked in...Wait! You could have sworn you locked it before you left. Something was wrong. All the lights were off, and you knew you had left the hall light, and the kitchen light on. They were off.j

You heard a door slam upstairs. You bolted up the stairs to your room. The door was closed, the lights off, but you could hear movement. You opened the door and flicked on the light, and froze.

The room had red, white, and blue ribbon hanging from the ceiling and a HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner was across your large window, which was slightly open letting in a cool breeze. Your bedspread had changed as well. Your pillows were red, the sheets were white, and the blue quilt was folded down. Not necessarily your flag but the right colors, in the right order.

None of this was what caught your attention at first. It was the small Canadian in your bed, in nothing but boxers, holding a small American flag and a box.

"C-Canada? What is all this?"

"Mine, England, and France's birthday present to you."
"...eh...what?"

"France helped me here, before he went to the bar. England was to keep you busy until we were done here, then France and him would leave and you would come home."

"Why do this?"

"We've been planning this for months. Thats why I've been around."

"Uh… Again, why?"

"I- the truth is I love you too, Alfred?"

"You what?"

"I love you, too." he blushed and looked down. Then held the box up. "You should open this. It's a cake France made, some scones from England- cause we all know you like them, and I brought some maple syrup to go with the scones."

You walked toward him and grabbed the box, not bothering to open it, and sat it on the floor next to the bed. Right now you didn't care about food.

"How long?"

"A few years."

"And you never told me?"

"I couldn't, Al. I was terrified to do this today, but i knew I had to. And then yesterday when you confessed… I tried to tell you then but you ran from me."

"I'm sorry, Matt, I thought after the way I treated you, you'd hate me."

"Never." He reached up to pull you down for a kiss. You pushed against him until he leaned back and lay under you.

You were between his legs, his knees up so his feet were by your thighs. He pushed your jacket off your shoulders, and pulled you superman t[shirt off above you head. You'd never know Matthew could be so aggressive… you liked it.

You kissed down his chest, stopping to play with his nipples. Then you continued down to his flat stomach. You ran your tongue along the waistband of his boxers. Standing up, you slowly finished undressing yourself, then bent back to what you had been doing.

You worked your way back up his body to kiss him again. His tongue dueled with yours and this time you let him win. He explored your mouth, every part of it. Then he sucked your tongue into his mouth and bit on it gently, before running his tongue around yours.

Your hands ran down his chest, his stomach, to his boxers, which you pulled down slowly. You gently clutched him in your hand, then bent to take him into your mouth. He into you and moaned.

"A-Alfred… P-please, more."

"Are you sure Matty?"

"Never been more sure. Make me yours, Alfred."

You kissed him tenderly, this moment was perfect. Matthew was too eager to take it slow. He pushed on your shoulder and pulled your other arm from you. Not expecting the move you feel to your back and Matthew crawled on top of you.

He played with your chest like you had his. His tongue swirled in your ear, before he nibbled on the lobe. Then he moved his lips across your cheek, to kiss you again. You moved your hands around his hips to cup his butt. He bit and sucked at your neck, leaving hickey's. You slowly pushed one finger into him, making him arch and rub against you. You pushed another finger into him.

"Al-fred!"

You smiled up at him, and cupped his face in your other hand. Then you sat up and kissed him roughly at the same time you pushed a third finger into him.

"H-hurry, A-Alfred. Hurry!"

"Are you sure."

"Dammit, Alfred! Please…"

Your eyes widened. You'd never heard him swear before. You liked this side of Matt. His hips were on either side of you, so all had to do was lift him up and slowly push yourself into him. He arched against against you and your nipples rubbed together. You didn't move, still trying to take it slow.

Apparently he didn't like that. He started to move. You tried to slow him down by holding his hips still. He grabbed your hands and entwined your fingers on one hand. The other he brought up to his mouth. He kissed your palm then your wrist.

"Please move, Alfred. I need to feel you moving inside of me."

"Mathew. I love you." You hugged him tightly, before finally moving your hips.

"Alfred...ha...ah." He wrapped his arms around you, cradling your head to him, holding you close. You thrust into him faster. He leaned back, and you leaned forward to suck on his nipple.

You reached between your bodies to gently pull at his member. He arched and bit his hop, trying not to moan. You liked when he moaned it meant he lost control. You pulled his lip from under his teeth, by gently pushing on his chin with your thumb.

"Don't hold your voice back, Matt. I like hearing you lose control."

You leaned forward more, so he lay on his back on the bed. You pushed his legs up to his chest and hooked them over your shoulders. That made him moan. This time he didn't try to stop it, even though it came out very wanton.

"Matthew...ha...I...I love you." You said thrusting into him faster.

"I love you too, Alfred."

He matched you thrust for thrust. You kissed him again, at the same time you pulled at his member. You moved to nibble at his neck and again and gave a few more strong thrusts into him before you came together. He moaned out your name, and you his, not caring if anyone heard.

You collapsed on top of him, and he wrapped his arms around you. You smiled at him as he took off your Texas, and his Vancouver and set them on the nightstand. It was only then you realized something was wrong. Matthew was missing something.

"Matt...Where's Kumajiro."

He chuckled softly. "He's staying with Seychelles for about a week."

"Why? He's always- usually- with you."

"It was his idea… He said he wanted us to be alone for a while."
You beamed at him before rolling over to the side and cuddling him.

"I love you, Matthew."

"I love you too, Alfred."

You fell asleep in each others arms.

"Wake up you two!" Your eyes popped open. England was in the doorway, Matthew lay half across your chest.

"Come on you gits. France cooked breakfast and will get pissed if you dont eat some."

"Why are you here?"
"I'm here to support you… …That and the Frog forced me here to see how it turned out between you two."

"Whatever, we'll be down in a minute." He turned and walked away and you couldn't help but notice he had a slight limp. Then you turned to Matt. "Matthew, wake up. France and England are here."

His eyes cracked open slowly and he looked up at you. He smiled then leaned up to gently kiss your lips. Life was perfect nothing could change that. You loved Matthew, he loved you. It. Was. Utterly. Perfect...