Arthur was watching the American finish off his third hamburger and pick up another one.

"Alfred," he said, "If you keep eating like that, you're going to get fat."

He laughed and patted his stomach. "No I won't Arthur. I have high metabolism."

Arthur sighed and placed a hand on his forehead. "You're impossible!" he groaned.

"Thank you." Alfred joked. He had his mouth full, of course, so the words were slirred.

Arthur rolled his eyes and went back to his book.

A short while later, Arthur heard a light snore. He looked over and saw Alfred fast asleep.

'Great,' he thought, ' now I have to drag his ass to his room.' Arthur stood and approached the sleeping man. He picked him up and found that

he was surprisingly light. He carried him across the floor and into his patriotic room.

Arthur tossed him onto his bed and turned to go but was stopped by Alfred hugging him from behind.

"Arthur..." he groaned. "I don't feel very good. Will you stay with me? Please?"

Arthur hesitated. "Alright, Alfred." He backed up and sat down next to America.

Alfred did not unwind his arms from around the elder's waist. Instead, he buried his face in his shoulder and began to groan.

Arthur sighed and shrugged Alfred off. "Cut the crap, America," he said, "I know you're not sick."

Alfred hung his blonde head in the darkness. "You're right, England, as always."

he admitted. I'm not sick. I -- I just don't want to be alone."

"I'd be right in the next room!" Arthur grumbled.

Alfred brought his knees up to his chest. "Sorry, Arthur."

The Englishman looked at the younger, placed his finger underneath Alfred's chin, and tilted his face up so he could look directly into his eyes.

"I won't leave if you don't want me too." Arthur whispered.

Alfred smiled. "Thank y--!"

His words were cut off by Arthur's lips crushing his own. Alfred brought his hands up and knotted his fingers in Arthur's hair and moaned. "Ah-

ah-Arthur!"

Arthur took advantage of Alfred's momentarily parted lips and snaked his tounge into his mouth.

Alfred locked his legs around Arthur's hips and entwined his tongue into his mouth Arthur ran his hand under Alfred's shirt and smirked a bit as

he felt him shiver with anticipation.

They pulled away gasping for air.

Alfred lay down and gentley pulled Arthur ontop of him.

Arthur resumed kissing him and moaned as Alfred tilted his hips upward.

Alfred pushed England's shirt off his shoulders and slid down his suspenders as well. Then he yelped when Arthur tore off his pants.

"Nice boxers, Alfred." Arthur teased.

Alfred blushed heavier than he had been before and slipped his hand under the waistband of Arthur's pants, teasing him for himself.

Arthur moaned throatily and louder still when Alfred lowered his hand even more.

He crushed his lips to America's with more force and passion than before.

Alfred smirked and broke away for air.

Arthur removed Alfred's shirt and left a trail of light kisses down his stomach.

Alfred bucked his hips when Arthur got too low. Arthur grabbed the hem of his boxers with his teeth and pulled them down.

Alfred moaned and pulled Arthur up to his lips and pushed his tongue into his mouth once more.

They pulled away, gasping for air, a thin trail of saliva connecting them.

"I...I love you, Arthur." Alfred whispered, his hands holding England's face.

"I love you too, Alfred." Arthur said.