America's Journal
"I don't know how to tell you this…" Arthur started. They were sitting in his parlor. Alfred was sitting in the couch and Arthur was sitting in his reading chair. Arthur had foolishly invited Alfred over all because he was driving himself mad.
"What is it, Dude?" the American asked. Arthur stood up upon hearing the tea whistling in the kitchen. He prepared the tea, gathering his thoughts. His former colony looked at him worriedly.
"I don't hate you, Alfred." He stated after sipping his tea quietly for a few moments.
"Uh, Duh, Dude. Isn't that why you asked me over here?" The American asked, confused. The British man sighed and sat down beside Alfred. He set his tea down on the table in front of them. He slowly drew his hand up and rested it on Alfred's thigh. A small blush crept out onto both blonde's cheeks.
"England?" Alfred choked out.
"I don't- CAN'T hate you, bloody git, I…I love you." Arthur said removing his hand and standing. He grabbed his tea cup and used it as an excuse to leave the room.
Alfred stared at where the Englishman was just sitting. His blue eyes full of shock; England hated him last time he checked. He was always calling him obnoxious, fat, and stupid. 'My god, could this be some kind of prank?' Alfred thought. He shifted slightly in his seat, this way he could see England through the door way. He was washing dishes with his back to the American. 'No… it couldn't be a prank…He wouldn't get this worked up over a joke.' The American's heart swelled with hope.
He stood up from the couch and followed Arthur into the kitchen. He slipped one arm around Arthur's waist turning him around slowly.
"Arthur, I never knew…" Alfred said hushed against Arthur's lips. He held Arthur's chin in between his calloused fingers. Arthur's face was bright Red. He stared into Alfred's blue eyes, and then pulled his face away pushing Alfred back. Arthur turned and went back to washing the dishes. Alfred frowned slightly. He wrapped both of his arms around Arthur's waist and noticed him jump at the contact.
"Alfred. What are you doing, wanker?" England asked, still blushing profusely. America just rested his chin on England's shoulder and whispered into his neck:
"You just professed your love for me, what do you think I am doing?" He planted little kisses up and down the older man's neck.
"Stop it!" Arthur called, turning around to face the American again. "You have no right to do that." He blushed and glared at the young man before him.
"But Iggy… don't you get it? I love you too." Alfred said, smiling that 1000 watt smile of his. Arthur's eyes widened slightly as he stared at the American. "I have for a long time now…but I always thought you hated my guts so I never made a move-"
Arthur sprung forward wrapping his arms around the taller man's neck, he crashed their lips together in a desperate kiss. The American moaned softly and deepened the kiss, tilting Arthur's head back and pushing him back into the kitchen counter. Their tongues clashed in an intimate dance. Arthur pulled away, panting slightly.
"Arthur-"Alfred began.
"Bed me…" Arthur whispered huskily into Alfred's ear. Alfred stared at the older man, blushing.
"Wha-?" He mumbled unintelligently. Arthur leaned up and nipped at Alfred's ear, sliding his hands around the American's back and down to squeeze his ass, casing hi to shudder.
"You heard me…" Arthur purred into his ear again. America claimed his lips in another heated kiss. When they broke apart again they moved back into England's parlor. America pushed England down into the couch. He straddled the British man's lap as their mouths met again in another fierce battle between tongues.
Arthur's fingers worked away as the buttons of Alfred's shirts until smooth warm skin was exposed. Alfred moved down to kiss England's pale neck. A soft moan left the Brit as he slid the shirt off of America's strong shoulders, casting it to the floor. America smiled and bit into the perfect skin, drawing out another sweet moan. His hands slid up underneath England's sweater causing goose bumps to rise on the milky chest. He pulled the sweater over Arthur's head, licking his way along his slim chest. Arthur squirmed slightly at the feeling of America's tongue spreading want and pleasure through him like fire.
"How badly do you want this, Arthur?" America purred into his ear, his hands hovering over the tent in Arthur's pants.
"Alfred…you have no idea…please just do it~" Arthur said softly, gazing up at Alfred. The blush looked so striking on normally porcelain skin. Alfred lean down and kissed him again, but it was more loving then the last few, more desperate, kisses. He undid Arthur's pants and slid them down his legs. He broke the kiss and stared down at the Brit's beautiful body, a dangerous glint in his lust clouded blue pools.
Arthur smiled and pulled at America's pants, tugging until Florida was free. "Mm, Alfred…I never knew Florida was so…big" He purred as he ran his slender fingers along the stiffened member. Alfred moaned and shuddered at the light touch.
"J-Jesus! Iggy, d-don't tease." Alfred stammered as Arthur took a hold of him and pumped softly. An evil smirk grew on Arthurs face. He started to stroke faster and faster. Alfred bit down on his bottom lip, trying to hold those moans in, he failed and threw his head back with a loud groan.
Arthur shifted their positions. He sat between Alfred's legs, hips in his hands. He pulled those hips close to his face and gave a quick glance to the flushing American's face before he licked the member in front of him. A loud moan escaped the American's throat. Arthur licked again, slower this time, before taking the head into his mouth.
He sucked it into his mouth as far as he could, swirling his tongue along the heated flesh. Alfred moaned again, lacing his fingers in Arthur's messy blonde stands. The English man began to bob his head, sucking away at the member in his mouth. Alfred let Arthur suck until he was content, he was lost so deeply in the wet hot mouth of the Brit. Alfred felt that heat begin to coil in the pit of his stomach, pulling Arthur's head up and away from Florida, he drew England's face close.
"Iggy" he whispered breathless. It was almost a whine of displeasure, none the less he kissed the Brit deeply; tasting himself on those lips. Arthur smiled after the kiss broke.
"What do you want, Alfred?" Arthur purred sultrily into the American's ear. America bit his lip and pushed Arthur back, changing the position yet again. Alfred wrapped Arthur's legs firmly around his waist as he hovered over the older man. Alfred smirked, taking his own fingers into his mouth he sucked on them teasingly. Once he was sure they were wet enough he pulled them out and circled one at Arthur's entrance. He pushed it in causing a gasp to escape the Brit's mouth.
"How does it feel, Iggy?" Alfred asked adding a second finger and scissoring them slightly. Arthur moaned and writhed underneath of him.
"A-Amazing! B-but please h-hurry!" Arthur panted. America nodded and leaned down to kiss the British man's chest. He withdrew his fingers and lined up Florida with Arthur's entrance.
"Ready?" Alfred panted out against Arthur's flushed skin. Arthur nodded, gripping Alfred's shoulders as the American pushed into him. His body stiffened as his face twisted in pleasure. Arthur's head was thrown back, eyes shut tightly. Alfred bit his lip and waited until he was into the hilt.
"M-move!" Arthur mumbled, catching Al's lips in a kiss. Alfred drew his hips back and thrust forward again, building a rhythm they both could handle. Soon, though, that was not enough. Desperation and pleasure grew along with the speed of the thrusts. Both blonde's were drawing closer and closer to the sweet orgasmic release. Arthur opened his hazy green eyes, locking fiery gazes with Alfred's burning blue orbs. His glasses had steamed up in all of the excitement. Arthur reached up and grabbed them, tossing them gently to the ground.
He weaved his hands in Alfred's hair. Another moan was squeezed from both as the thrusting grew more frantic. Alfred rested his forehead against Arthur's; gazes burning.
"Aflred…" Arthur whispered, pulling the American closer.
"A-Arthur, I love you. I do…" Alfred said, hips going erratic with thrusts as he drew closer and closer to that blissful edge. "I love you so much!"
With those sweet words Arthur came. He was pushed over that edge, dragging Alfred with him. His hot seed cooling on their stomachs as Alfred's was pushed deep within his velvet walls. Their bodies went limp with fatigue. They lay in a heap of tired sweaty panting muscles.
"Mm, Alfred" Arthur mumbled, "I love you too." Alfred pulled out of him and looked down at the tired, flushed face beneath him.
"I should put you to bed, Old man." He said, smirk spreading onto his face. He shifted and was about to get up from the couch, but Arthur snagged his shoulders, pulling him back down to lay with him.
"Shut up and go to bed, Fatty." Arthur mumbled, curling up against the warm body next to him. Alfred chuckled and drifted off to sleep as well.