Disclaimer : I do not own Hetalia or England and America
(I mean really if I owned it would I be writing Fanfics!? and sorry if it sucks I haven't written Yaoi in at least two years although it probably just sucks any way)
Rated: M (Cause I'm paranoid and really not sure how to rate it)
Summary:
England hadn't meant to kiss America but the alcohol running through his system had clouded his judgement and it had seemed like a good idea at the time. Little did he know that that one little kiss would lead to him waking up beside his former colony completely naked and rather sticky
Arthur groaned loudly as he pulled the covers over his head trying to block out the sunlight streaming in through the openings in the blinds he'd intended on going back to sleep when he noticed that (A) He was naked (and covered in fluids he'd rather not identify at the moment)and (B)There was someone laying beside him. The British nation exhaled shakily as he turned over wincing at the sharp pain that stabbed through his lower body praying that who ever it was wasn't someone he hated. His breath hitched as he came face to face with his former colony who was smiling shyly at him. "Good mornin' Artie" Alfred whispered brushing straw coloured hair out of the Englishman's eyes hoping his former mentor wouldn't punch him in the face when he came to his senses." G-good morning" Arthur stammered eyes wide with shock he still hadn't really processed what had happened. "Umm Iggy you OK?" Alfred asked the other blonde had gotten really quiet and that was never a good sign. Arthur sat up hissing at the pain in his lower back as he struggled to remember what had happened he just barely remembered kissing the younger man after consuming much too much alcohol but after that he was drawing a blank. They'd had sex obviously considering they were both naked and covered in dried semen ( if that wasn't a dead give away Arthur didn't know what was). " Arthur?" Alfred's voice pulled the Briton out of his thoughts and he looked over at the younger nation unsure of how to handle this situation. "Uhm well I-I umm" Arthur stammered for once at a loss for words he couldn't handle this not when it felt like his head was about to split open and everything he'd eaten in the past twenty four hours was about to come up. Alfred grimaced as he rubbed the back of his neck looking away from the Briton he'd known this would happen he should have said no yet he hadn't been able to tell the other man no the previous night . He was beginning to regret it he should have been firmer with the older male with himself he really should have said no put Arthur to bed then went to go sleep in one of the guest rooms but he hadn't and he'd taken advantage of Arthur's drunken state. He couldn't stand the look on the British nation's face he looked like he was about to cry and he really really hated it when Arthur cried. Arthur held his head in his hands what was he supposed to do he couldn't deal with this all he wanted to do was curl up under a rock and try to forget this ever happened his Alfred his innocent little Alfred(Well formerly innocent he'd never be able to think of him as innocent again) had taken advantage of him when he'd had no control over himself. " Leave!" The English nation choked out he couldn't stand to look at the man any more not after what he'd done . " Arthur please!" Alfred begged he wanted to make this right (even when he knew he couldn't). "Just leave!" Arthur shouted turning away from the younger nation as the first tears started to fall. " Alright I'll go, I'm so sorry Arthur" Alfred said as he crawled out of the bed and gathered his clothes hastily putting them on. Alfred looked his shoulder at the Brit on the bed before he left wincing at the sound soft sniffling coming from the blanket covered lump on the bed he'd really messed up big time and he had a nasty feeling he wouldn't be able to fix things between them.