Ok this all started out because I was like. There aren't enough stories with a cowboy Alfred in them! It was supposed to be simple and smut but nooooo it turned into this big whole thing….sigh….It's a little angsty and its unbetaed so please forgive me for any and all mistakes. oh well please let me know what you think. What needs to be better what is good about it etcetera. I will love you to death if you leave me a review!
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Do you know how to break a wild horse?
Arthur drug his luggage behind him with a heavy sigh. Curse Alfred and his damn state of Texas. Curse him and his unbearable heat. Curse him for even inviting the exhausted brit to visit him in his blasted 28th state. He hadn't wanted to come. He had wanted to ignore the stupid git and leave the world meeting and curl up in his home in London, where it would be raining and cool and he would have a nice fire going and a cup of tea and no one around to bother him. Where he would be completely and utterly alone…
But Alfred had asked, and Arthur could deny his former charge nothing. Arthur sighed again and trudged on. He had been feeling down lately. Not so much depressed, he reasoned with himself. Just down. Tired. His muscles ached and his joints groaned when he moved around for too long. He was finding less and less reason to even leave his house now a days. In fact if he didn't have meeting to attend he probably wouldn't at all. Except perhaps to see his queen. He and his dear queen drank tea together at least twice a month, though he missed their last meeting due to his recent depression. 'I'm not depressed.' He snarled at himself a scowl fixed firmly in place as he stopped walking to gauge the distance between his current location and the front door to Alfred's Ranch home.
The stupid git had apparently left instructions for the driver who had picked him up from the airport to drop him at the front gate and not drive him an inch further leaving the British gentlemen to walk the last two miles to Alfred's home. Oh when he saw that little Prat he was going to give him a peace of his bloody mind. He had originally told the driver to just take him back to the airport but the man refused and instead pulled Arthurs baggage from the trunk setting it down for him to get himself. Arthur then debated whether or not he felt angry enough to march off back to the airport on foot or to the bloody Americans front door. In the end he chose the door because two miles was better than sixty and he was pretty sure he would kill over if he stayed in this blasted heat longer than necessary.
As if on cue Alfred came into view. He was a atop a beast of a horse and came galloping towards him smile on his face like he hadn't just made Arthur walk a mile and a half under the baking heat of the sun. Arthur fixed a firm scowl on his face as Alfred pulled back on his reins some as he got closer slowing the horse down to a walk. "Howdy." He called his stupid southern accent thick as honey on his voice. Arthur ignored that fact that that voice made things in his lower belly tighten and intensified his scowl, upgrading to full out glair. He took only a moment to give Alfred the once over making it clear he thought he looked ridiculous. The Blond was sitting proudly on the back of an American Quarter horse that was standing 16 hands high and had thick powerful muscles and a broad chest. A work horse if he'd ever seen one. The animal was beautiful but not in the same way his own thoroughbred back home was, then again he was slightly biased. Alfred himself was wearing dirt covered cowboy boots with his jeans tucked in them and chaps on top of that. His shirt was a simple long sleeved denim wasn't all the way button (showing off a nice bit of sun kissed chest that Arthur pretended not to see). Last but certainly not least a large cowboy hat sat upon his head keeping his face shaded and making him look fanastic. Arthur ignored the last part of his assessment and started in on the American. "Howdy you're self prat. What's gotten into your bloody head that made you think I would want to walk all the way…" Arthur trailed off looking shocked at the revolver now pointing at him.
"You know in Texas we've got ourselves the castle law don't cha?"
"Castle law?" Arthur repeated before his mind caught up with him the law that gave a person to use deadly force on someone on their property. "Alfred, don't be stupid. You invited me here damn it."
"Did I now?" Alfred asked smiling but this time less friendly and more dangerous. Arthur had to suppress the urge to step back.
"Of course you did you stupid git! Why would I bloody come all the way across the pond if you hadn't?"
"I have to admit England I don't right know what you're talkin about. But I suggest you get off my land and ya do it quick." Alfred said waving his gun a little to point back the way Arthur had come.
"I'm not going anywhere!" Arthur said releasing his bags and crossing his arms. He tried to hid the hurt he felt at the greeting he was receiving. He knew Alfred had a strange since of humor, but the way he called him England and not Arthur or even Iggy…It put him on edge. "You made me come all the way down here and now you're acting like this? You are a fucking twat is what you are!" The gun shot that followed his little outburst made him jump. "Jesus!" Arthur hissed eyes wide in surprise as he looked at the gun pointing with deadly accuracy right between his eyes as dust floated up around his feet from where the bullet had hit.
"Now you've gone and pissed me off. I was gonna just let you mosey back on outa here but I've changed my mind." Alfred leaned forward on his horse towards Arthur and making the leather rub against each other, once again making things tighten in England's stomach though this time he couldn't decide if it was fear or if it was lust. "Run England. And pray to God I don't catch you."
"I'm not goin to-" Arthur was cut off at the sound of another shoot being fired and found that indeed he was going to run.
Curse Northern Texas and its stupid flat lands and stupid lack of large trees. Curse the damn gate for being a mile and half away. Curse Alfred and whatever game he was playing with Arthurs head right now.
Arthur could feel himself tiring under the heat of the sun as he tore like a bat out of hell across the rock driveway and darted to the side, off the trail when he hear hoof beats start up after him along with a "Yee Haw!" The sliding rocks had been making it hard to dig his dress shoes in to run so he switched tactics from get to the gate to just get away. The solid ground made it a little easier on him but not much. He felt his lungs burn in protest and his legs screaming at him but he couldn't stop. Not now that he had started. Alfred would never let him live it down if he gave up so easily…then again Alfred may not let him life period should he be caught.
He launched himself through the planks of a wooden fence hoping to slow the American down some at least so he could get a better plan. Luck was not on his side. Just as he was turning to look back at his progress he watched Alfred flawlessly vault over the fence looking for all the world like he was born riding even if his saddle had a ridiculous nob on the front of it and the spurs on the back of his boots were far too spiked for Arthurs tastes. Alfred landed just as Arthur threw himself through another fence blindly, but it was no use. The fences were slowing him down more the Alfred and he could see no place close enough to hide. Arthur felt a renewed hope swell in his chest though when he spotted a truck parked out by where the fence cut short. Alfred must have been working on the fence when he'd come walking up the drive. So instead of driving up to come get him Alfred went and got his horse and was acting like a crazy man. Brilliant. It made no difference now. If he could make it to the truck he could get out of this stupid backwards place.
The next thing Arthur felt was the ground meeting his face and all hope leaving him. Alfred had bloody lassoed him around his leg! How in the name of Winston Churchill did that clumsy, goofy grinned, burger eating buffoon even know how to lasso. …Oh right he had had that whole western era that England hadn't been around for hadn't he. The Bastard.
Arthur rolled himself over and glared at Alfred as he jumped down off his horse smiling as big as could be, blue eyes sparkling with excitement. "Whoee you're faster than I thought you'd be old timer. Gave me quite a run." It was a true statement. Arthur had gotten further away then he'd originally thought. He silently congratulated himself looking back the way they had come before opening his mouth to speak. Arthur ended up only making a startled 'ahh' noise though as he was drug forward by his caught leg. Oh right that's what that nob was for. Once upon a time Alfred had said something during one of the many fights (They were constantly having some fight or another about if the English were right or if the American's were on any subject) that the horn on his saddle had a purpose and Arthur won't understand because he wasn't a cowboy. He understood now and was feeling a little bad for whatever beast was normally on the end of this rope. "Son of a bitch, Alfred! Make you horse stop backing up!" Arthur yelled as the he continued to be drug along the ground. Alfred laughed as he slowly walked towards him carrying another rope in his hands.
"And give you a chance to run off again? I don't think so darlin'." Arthur was still sputtering over being called darling when he realized Alfred had roped his hands together and cut the one attached to his leg. "Ok enough is enough Alfred. Release me at once!" Arthur hissed pushing himself to a sitting position so he could keep the American in his sights. Alfred just snorted a laugh at him pulling the old rope off the horn and placing the new one leashed to Arthur's wrists in its place. "I would stand up if I were you." He said patting his horses flank to show it his appreciation before he pulled himself up into his saddle and made a soft clicking noise making it start walking. Arthur jumped to his feet as to not be drug again.
"Alfred! Alfred you stop this at once do you hear me? You have had your bout of fun now let me go so I may leave!" Arthur raged pulling at his bindings even though he knew it was useless. The blue eyed man ignored him and didn't even so much as look back as Arthur yelled at him. After a while the Englishman fell quiet and settled for just glaring at the back of Alfred's cowboy hat. His ankle was beginning to ache painfully from where he'd been lassoed and his hands were throbbing both from the rope that all his tugging was rubbing raw spots on him and from falling into the dirt. He could feel warm blood dripping down them though not much. When he got out of this he was going to punch Alfred in his stupid overly attractive face. "Where are we going?" He asked as he was lead past the main house and around back. "Alfred where the bloody hell are we going?" silence was his only reply though he soon found out even without Alfred's help.
Arthur looked around wearily as Alfred dropped down from atop his ride and lead the horse and himself into a large barn. He had never been in Alfred's barn. The American had offered many times but Arthur had always declined the invite with a 'if you have seen one you have seen them all' reply. He now thoroughly regretted having not done so. At least then he would have know which way was the best escape path. Alfred released his lead from the horse and walked him further into the barn where the back opened up more leading to what looked like a semi indoor training area. Arthur jerked his arms back in a panic when he realized Alfred meant to tie him to the snubbing post that was in the middle. "Fuck off Alfred! I've had enough of this!" Arthur hissed making Alfred raise one eyebrow at him before paying him no mind again leaving him trapped.
Arthurs heart was pounding as Alfred walked calmly away from him speaking gently to his horse petting its head and rubbing its neck as he eased off its bridle and replaced it with a halter. He smiled that beautiful smile as he spoke with the beast again and Arthur crushed the jealously that was swimming in him. He was not going to be jealous of a damn horse just because Alfred was talking to it and, petting it and being oh so gentle and loving. He watched on as Alfred slowly started to take off its saddle and put it away. He came back removing the saddle pad and putting it in its place as well before he wet a sponge and started to calmly and gently wash away the sweat from its back. At this point Arthur had forced himself to stop watching Alfred and began to try releasing himself from the rope. Good God where had Alfred learned to tie a knot? This was ridiculous! The brit thought as he was unable to even loosen the rope a little. In aggravation he jerked his arms back in a foolish wish that the damn thing would just break and he would be free. When it didn't his aggravation intensified and he jerked again harder, then again harder and again before he was snarling in white hot anger he hadn't felt in a long while.
The sound of footsteps drew his attention away from his post and to Alfred who was slowly walking towards him watching him with calm calculating blue eyes. "What?" Arthur snarled giving the rope a jerk again.
Alfred shrugged casually tucking his hands into his back pockets never taking his eyes of England. "You have been at it for almost two hours. I was sure you would have tired yourself out by now…It can take a day or two though for a horse to be worn down sometimes so I can wait."
"First of I am not a fucking horse. Second off you stupid fucking twat I don't know what you're trying to accomplish and I frankly don't give a damn, but if you don't release me at once I am going to rip you fucking balls off."
There was that dangerous rouge smile again and England suddenly felt like it was a bad idea to pick a fight with the blond. "Them are some big words coming from somebody who's all tied up like that." Arthur growled at Alfred and the taller blond simple seemed to nod to himself and turn away without a word. "ALFRED DON'T YOU FUCKING LEAVE ME IN HERE!"
When the sound of the barn door closing and locking was his only reply Arthur scream. He raged like he hadn't in years jerking and pulling and kicking and screaming till his face was red and his heart was racing and his wrists burned. Finally when he had seethed so long that he couldn't possibly stand any more he dropped to the ground panting and felt a horrendous sob rip its way out of his chest. Damn it. Damn it all to hell…what had he done to make Alfred so mad at him. What could he have possibly done wrong to the burger obsessed git, he thought, sweat dripping down his body soaking his now dirt covered slacks and button down dress shift making it stick to him like a second skin. He shivered as a breeze came through. It was still uncomfortably hot inside the barn but now that he was in the shade with the breeze he was starting to get chilled. "Fuck!" he cursed aloud resting his head against the snubbing post. How long had he been out here? Days? Weeks? He was sure it was most likely only a few hours but it felt like so much more.
The next thing Arthur knew he was being startled awake by the feeling of someone pulling off his shoes. He jerked back but hissed when whoever was touching him gripped tightly at his swollen ankle. "Be still." The command came and Arthur complied for the moment if only because he was aching so badly.
"Alfred." He spoke up watching as the other blond set down his now naked foot and picked up the other one easing off his shoe then his sock. Alfred stood picking up the socks and folding them together so they wouldn't get separated and then grabbed the shoes walking over to a stack of baled hay and set them together on the ground. The dirt felt cool under Arthurs toes and he dug them into the ground a little as he spotted Alfred revol ver from earlier sitting on top of one of the hay bales. When he forced himself to look at Alfred again blue eyes were watching him closely unnerving him. He felt like those eyes could see him right to his core. It was a rather unpleasant feeling seeing as he could hardly stand to look at himself in the mirror most days recently. He didn't want anyone looking at him like that, lest of all Alfred.
"Ruger Bisley Single Action Revolver." Alfreds southern drawl startled Arthur out of his thoughts making him look back at the gun again before glancing nervously back at blue eyes nation. "Made right here in the U S of A." Alfred ran a loving hand along the stainless steel eyes on the gun now and not Arthur, obvious pride that his people had made the weapon. "Shoots six rounds. .17 Hornady Magnum Rimfire. Weighs 45 ounces. Is 12.75 inches long...That's 324 millimeters for you British folk." He said glancing back at Arthur before returning to the gun. "And the Barrel is 7.5 inches, 190 millimeters. It's a beautiful gun…Accurate, smooth…a little slow to reload but I think it just makes you saver the shot…" Alfred lifts his hand away from the gun and Arthur lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
"Alfred-"
"America." Alfred said cutting the shorter blond off startling him.
"W-wha-"
"You will call me America." Green eyes widen and Arthur can feel a burning in the back of his nose and an itching at the corners of his eyes that let him know he was about to cry. "What did I do?" He blurted out, shaking his head to fight back the tears. "A-Alfred what did I do wrong?"
Several emotions flicker across Alfred's face and Arthur struggled to catch them all. Hesitation, fear, remorse, finally resolve settled in and Arthur had to duck his head to bit down his sob. There was a hand under his chin lifting his head and a check against his own, warm breath ghosting across the shell of his ear the cool frame of Texas brushing the side of his face. He hadn't even heard the other move.
Arthur could practically feel all the words trying to escape Alfred. There was so much he wanted to say that it was like a physical pressure between them, pushing them apart, pulling them together. He wanted to explain. He wanted to pull Arthur close and tell him he is sorry. He wanted to cry that it was not what England thinks. Arthur could feel all those hovering around his ex-colony like a horrid dark cloud but he knew none of these things would happen. Alfred had made his choice and once the American has come to a decision there is no turning back. "You will call me America." Was whispered gently into his ear and Arthur had to close his eyes and shutter because the tone was far too sweet for such dark words.
Alfred pulled back and didn't look Arthur in the eye as he set to work on unbuttoning his pants with strangely steady hands. "A-America!" Arthur shrieked trying to get away but couldn't. Not with his hands tied to that damn post and Alfred gripping his left hip hard enough to bruise should he start to struggle. "America stop!" Alfred jerked off the slacks and seemed to debate before pulling off the union jack boxers as well before standing again leaving Arthur to desperately try and cover himself.
As the embodiment of the United States calmly folded up the pants and undergarment he looked over his shoulder. "Do you know how a cowboy breaks a wild horse?" Arthur swallowed hard but glared as best he could. "Normally we'll get a bunch of fellas together." Alfred said moving slowly back towards Arthur his spurs chiming as he walked. "And we hold them down." The blond dropped down to Arthurs height suddenly pinning him back on the ground making him unable to hid his sex from view. Sharp baby blues trailed all along Arthur's body, stopping to stare blatantly at his semi hard manhood making the brits breath catch in the back of his throat. "Next one lucky bastard gets to climb on hanging on for dear life and" Blue met wide green. "Ride." The word was barely a whisper between them and Arthur felt his pulse flutter and his sex harden even more. His tongue felt thick in his mouth but he managed to speak after a few false starts. "What if the horse throws the rider?"
That beautiful smile that equally made Arthur want to pull Alfred down and kiss him senseless and punch him in the jaw graced the Americans face. "Should the rider be thrown the only course of action to take is to climb right back on. I can't show you your place if I let you think you've won sugar." The last part is almost purred and Arthur didn't realize his glare had turned into shock until Alfred laughed at him. "Ya look concerned England." Alfred blushed a gentle hand along Arthurs cheek before caressing a plump bottom lip. Arthur could hardly believe his eyes. Alfred was gazing at his lips lovingly as if he planned to memorize the way they looked in that exact moment. Arthur jerked away and snarled, Alfred had caught him off guard but he was not forgetting what was really going on here. The Brat had basically kidnapped him and was now blatantly telling Arthur that he planned to have his way with him.
"Piss off! I'm not a wild horse to be trained! And you have got another fuckin thing coming if you think a child like you could ever break me! I ruled you once you ungrateful little bastard! I owned you! And If you think that-that…" Arthur trailed off as Alfred grinned at him obviously pleased about something.
"What are you bloody smiling at you git!" Arthur raged struggling to get the other from pinning him down.
"I've missed you." The words shocked England almost as much as the loving kiss that followed. Mixed signals. He was getting to many mixed signals
t was making his head spin. He forced his head away and snapped teeth at Alfred narrowly missing his throat making the nation smile widely again before he used his free hand to unbutton Arthur's shirt. "You beautiful you know…I think you forget sometimes…but you are." A large warm hand tweaked a nipple making Arthur bite back a moan before it passed on down his newly exposed abdomen. There, nimble finders splayed across the taunt flesh and Alfred was just looking at him again in wonder like this was the first time he had ever seen his own tanned hand against Arthurs own pale skin.
It wasn't. They had been alive far too long with far too much pent up frustration and love for it not happen eventually but they were hardly an item as everyone assumed. They fucked in passing with sweet whispers and promises that meant nothing in the mornings light. Arthur craved more. He always had, always would but they were not humans. They were nations and it would be too hard for them to engage in a formal relationship when they lived at the whims of their human leaders. Should their leaders ever disagree with one another it would put strain on them in and put them in an awkward position. And Nations often found themselves in another's bed. For reasons of treats, or bonding of a union, or to secure an alliance. What would happen then? He wondered. It was better this way.
"York?" The question startled him again.
"I beg your pardon?" Arthur scowled thick eyebrows furrowing.
"You can beg me a little later but I'm asking if this is York." Alfred replied smiling cheekily. The little brat. Arthur shifted uncomfortably. "Yes…your pinky is just brushing Leeds…"
America made a soft noise of confirmation gently sliding his pinky back and forth before his hand nimbly slipped around to Arthurs back rubbing soothingly up his spin making the island nation arch and bite back a moan. "Pennines? They say it is the backbone of your nation."
"A-Ah yes!" Arthur snapped, his blood pounding in his ears. "Stop it!"
Alfred was chuckling though the only reason England knew it was because he could feel the rumble of Alfred's chest against his upper thigh. The larger nation was leaning over him placing open mouth kisses against his rib cage. "S-stop! STOP!" Arthur shrieked in horror causing the other man to pause in his ministrations. "But you like it?" Alfred said sounding confused as his hand slid back out from under the Briton and was gently stroking his sides as one would calm a horse with their touch. Arthur was panting and frankly to embraced to tell the American what the problem was but he didn't have to as Alfred's thumb brushed over one of the spot he had been kissing and Arthur saw gasped.
Alfred frowned. "What is this?" He asked frowning a little pressing harder on the spot trying to get a feel for where it was geographically on the island nation. "England?...what is this?" He repeated the question smiling widely rubbing the spot more liking the reaction he was getting. Arthur kept his mouth shut out of spit but mostly to hold back moans though the effort became futile as Alfred latched his mouth onto the spot alternating between sucking and nipping and full out biting.
Arthur saw white. Stars exploded behind his eyes and he threw his head back crying out. "WALES!"
Alfred jerked back like he had been burned making Arthur fear the poor boy would give himself whiplash. Though he quickly turned that worry towards his own health, when he finally managed to calm his panting down and opened his eyes to see Alfred practically bearing his teeth at him. "My. Name. Is. America." He ground the words out from between his teeth and Arthur had to fight not to snarl back at him unsure of what would happen if he did and opted instead to just be honest and not pick a fight.
"I wasn't calling out his name in place of yours you sodding git! You asked what it was, I was telling you! It's Wales!"
"Wales?" Alfred asked looking adorably confused for a moment. "Like…your brother Wales?"
"Yes you stupid prat!" Arthur hissed face going beat red. "Oh God he is going to kill me!"
"Why?" Alfred asked toying with the spot again making Arthur whimper before snapping. "Because he can feel that you dumb oaf! He is his own embodiment, but he is part of the United Kingdom and as such we have a connection! That is his where he and I connect! Jesus mother of God stop touching it, it's sensitive!" Alfred grinned widely.
"Wanna see if I can find Scotland and Northern Ireland too?" He teased and this time Arthur did snarl back at him. "The only thing I want you to do is cut this rope and bugger off!"
"You do realize Darlin that bugger here is a highly offensive term for somebody who practices anal sex?" Alfred asked smiling wider as England turned three shades redder. He opened his mouth to curse the American and his stupid abuse of HIS language when he was silenced with a fierce kiss.
Gone were all the playful touches and exploration. Gone were all the loving gentle strokes.
Back was the cowboy ready to break his horse.
Their teeth clanked painfully as Alfred crashed them together, a grip in Authur's messy dirty blond locks holding him in place, as if he could mold them into one entity starting with their lips. Alfred pulled away and latched onto Arthurs neck biting and sucking intending to leave another mark to claim the Brit as his. With his mouth newly free and his lungs sucking back in air Arthur began to rage. "God damn it America! Got off me! You have no right! A-Ahhh. Sto-stop! So help me God I'm going to kill you!"
America paid him no mind and slid a hand between their bodies to rub at Arthur's rock hard erection before sliding lower and massaging his balls gently. England nearly swallowed his tongue at the unexpected fondling of his privates but found the muscle still in working order when an unlubed finger found its way into his entrance.
"Fucking cock sucking piece of shit! I swear to God Alfred if you don't stop right now I'm going to-"
Steady blues met rage filled green. "Shut up." He lost the use of his tongue again as he stared at those beautiful expressive eyes. Arthur suddenly had the strongest urge to have those eyes looking up at him full of want. Begging for release. How perfect Alfred would look bond and gaged and complacent. How wonderful it would be to have him forced into silence the only sounds he was allowed to make were the ones Arthur forced from him, muffled by the cloth in his mouth. He could conquer him. He could bend America over any surfaced he pleased and fuck him raw if that's what he wanted to do. He could do it because he was the Fucking United Kingdom god damn it and he would do as he pleased! Fuck this submissive shit.
Arthur snapped from his thoughts as a third finger was forced into him and quickly stretched before it was pulled back out again. The next thing he knew the rope binding him was being cut and Alfred was jerking the shirt from his shoulders.
Seizing his chance Arthur shoved Alfred with all his might and scrambled on all fours across the barn to the hay bales grabbing the revolver and pointing back at America. To his surprise though, Alfred didn't look upset in the least. No. No, the little bastard was smiling at him looking completely happy with the situation. "Oh England…I have missed you…But it's not your turn." Alfred stated walk closer and Arthurs resolve wavered some. "Don't bloody come any closer America I'm warning you."
"You won't shoot me England. If you couldn't do it to me back when I was fighting for my independence you won't do it now." Alfred was standing before him know and knelt down so they were the same height. "Besides," He said smiling dangerously grabbing hold of Arthur's still swollen ankle and yanking him closer so their lips were mere centimeters apart, his cowboy hat shifted higher up on his head so they could fit closer together. "You want me to ride you."
Arthur shivered at the words and for one spiteful second he wished they weren't true. But as America gently eased the gun down so it wasn't pressing painfully into his ribs and allowed Arthur to keep the weapon just to prove his point that the Englishmen did indeed want it, the Briton felt himself relaxing. There was a reason they were going through all this. Alfred was an idiot sometimes but he always always had good intentions for someone at heart. If Arthur was to assume that the good intentions were for him this time around he would have to play it to the end to find out what it was all about.
"Fine then, but do be quick about it. I haven't all day to waist on a whelp like you." Alfred laughed then an arm wrapping around Arthurs back getting a firm hold before jerking him forward and in onto his own cock. Arthur would have commented on the fact that he hadn't known Alfred could be so smooth or that he hadn't even seen him put any lube on his dick (though it obviously there) Let alone release himself from the confines of his jeans, but he was too busy trying to remember how to breathe and see beyond the stars exploding behind his eyes.
It hurt. It always hurt no matter how much preparation came before hand but God damn if that boy didn't have a honing device set right for his prostate.
Someone was moaning and begging for movement and it took him a full thirty seconds to realize that the words where coming from his own mouth and Alfred was chuckling in his ear teasing the skin between his teeth. "Don't worry Sugar I will make this worth your time."
"Bastard!" Arthur snarled before Alfred started to move with in him rocking them together and moaning deep in the back of his throat. At some point Arthur had dropped the gun so he could slip his hands up Alfred's shirt, and claw at the American's back making him thrust harder in pleasure filled retribution. Alfred's hands were everywhere but where Arthur wanted them the most so he reached his one of his own down to take care of his problem, but is was batted away. "Don't touch. I say when you get pleasure." Alfred smiled wider when Arthur dug nails harder into his partners muscled back making him moan.
The American stopped what he was doing to suddenly flip Arthur around so he was on all fours before slamming back into him not giving him a break. Arthur clawed at the ground needing more. It wasn't enough. He was so close but it wasn't enough yet. "God damn it America PLEASE!" he all but screamed closing his eyes and dropping his head panting doing his best to keep himself upright with his exhausted limbs. He ached but it was so damn good.
Alfred peppered open mouth kisses across Arthurs back and was still coordinated enough to keep his break neck pace as he guided Arthur back and forth onto himself with firm hands on thin pale hips. Once Alfred kissed his way from one end of the Pennines to the other Aruther realized the larger nation was whispering to him between kisses. "I missed you. I missed you. I missed you." Like some type of mantra as he worshiped England's body. He opened his mouth to ask how he could possibly miss him when they saw each other all the time, but all that came out were begs for Alfred to fuck him harder faster please god more!
Arthur nearly released when he felt one of Alfred's large warm hand finally wrap around his manhood. Al squeezed the muscle teasingly before he started to pump Arthur out of sync with his own thrusts just to drive the British man crazy. He placed one last kiss smiling into the nape of Arthur's neck when he heard the other whimper and gasp. "America! Please!"
"As you wish." And just like that everything matched up and Arthur's world went white.
When green eyes blinked dazedly Arthur found himself lying on the ground, his arms having finally given out, and pulled tight against Alfred who was spooning behind him. He orgasmed so hard he'd blacked out…whitened out? Whatever. He had lost time. Not much he was sure seeing as his body was still trembling in aftershock of his intense finish and he was panting like a dog trying to catch his breath.
After a few minutes of their silence, their uneven breathing and horses shifting in their stalls the only noises filling large barn, Arthur spoke up. "What…was that?"
Alfred chuckled behind him kissing chastely at his collarbone. "I missed you Arty." He replied using Arthur's nickname and signaling an end to whatever role play he had just drug them through.
"Alfred…I see you far more then I see any other country! I just saw you last week at the world meeting! How could you possibly miss me?" Arthur snapped trying to turn to look at Alfred so he could glare at him properly but the taller nation kept him locked where he was. Making his point that he didn't want Arthur moving just yet, he gently started to pull out any pebbles that were stuck in England's palms from his fall earlier as a form of apology.
"I'm not the only one who's noticed you know…Even your queen had said something to me about it…She asked if there was anything I could do…"
"Are you trying to imply that my queen wanted you to fuck me into the ground Alfred?" Arthur growled dangerously making Alfred chuckle.
"You're queen wanted me to help you…The sex was Francis idea." Alfred replied pulling out the last pebble gentle rubbing the pad of his thumb over the tender flesh.
"Francis! Francis told you to kidnap me, tie me up, and fuck me because that's what my queen wanted you to do?" Arthur asked starting to loss some of his after sex bliss quickly.
"Well the tying up part was Ludwig's idea actually…The kidnapping was Feliciano's…Kiku said I should dress up…Ivan added the role play part…and Mattie was the one who suggested my old cowboy look." Alfred replied doing his best not to let the smile show in his voice though he was doing an awful job at it. He chuckled when he heard Arthur groan.
"Alfred! Why were you discussing ME at all with the rest of the G8 and my QUEEN!" Arthur snapped.
"Because we missed you Arthur!" When Alfred heard the island nation growl he decided to try and explain his reasoning better. "Arthur you haven't been yourself in a long time! You have been getting distant from everyone. Even your queen! We were all afraid you were…I don't know you're OLD Iggy you know!" Arthur sputtered in indignation but Alfred pressed on. "We were afraid that you were growing bored with living! You wouldn't be the first nation. We live a real long time you know! So I had to find a way to like…bring you back. The old you back I mean. The one with fire and spunk and who sings the sex pistols in the shower when he thought I was still sleeping after a crazy day of sexcapades …and has a tattoo of an electric guitar on his hip that you didn't know I knew about." Arthur flushed at Alfred's words and the way he caressed the six string image he had imbedded into his skin but hidden under a mass amount of cover up and a glamor charm he had placed on himself when he had grown too embarrassed of his body art. "I had to find a way to make you mad enough to…like wake up! I knew that if I pissed you off enough you would snap out of it."
"I haven't been that bad Alfred. I-"
"When was the last time you went out with Prussia and Denmark to drink?" Alfred cut him off.
"I…Well…"
"Three decades ago Iggy. I know because I asked them. " Arthur frowned at that trying to remember the last time he had went out with the other part of the Bad Brothers trio…had it really been that long?
"When was the last time you had tea with your queen?"
"Three weeks ago!" he replied readily but he could feel Alfred shaking his head behind his back.
"Four months Arty…She said you just stopped coming…" Surely not! He though frowning hard trying to remember sitting in the garden of Buckingham palace three weeks ago as he was sure he had but found he couldn't summon up the memory…had he really missed four months of tea drinking with his beloved queen.
"Arthur…can you remember when the last time you had sex with me was? The last time you had been intimate with ANYONE at all?" Arthur didn't even open his mouth this time trying his best to remember but found for the life of him he couldn't remember when he had.
"I don't know…" he replied honestly his back rigid with his sudden realization that he was worse off then he'd thought. Perhaps he had been a bit depressed no matter how much he wanted to deny it. He wasn't a fool. He knew nations faded away. Ancient Egypt, ancient Rome...He had just never imagined he might become one of them. "I…" He felt himself chock up and Alfred saved him from having to talk.
"I know…Don't worry Arthur. Your friends…we love you. We won't let you fade away. I'm the hero remember! It's my job to save you!" Alfred said his hands working wonders on Arthurs back making him relax again though slowly.
"You didn't really seem to mind doing your duty this time mister super hero." Arthur said blushing trying to lighten the mood. He took a little satisfaction out of the fact that he could feel the heat off Alfred's own face in his back as the younger nation hid his face between his shoulder blades.
"It's not like it was a chore or nothing." He muttered. "I…kinda lo-like you anyway so…" They settled into silence again. "We should get into the house…" Alfred said softly. "It's getting late…" Arthur made a soft mhum sound but didn't pull away. Alfred's thumb was still tracing over his tattooed hip bone and he didn't want to go in just yet because then this moment would end. They would shower separately. Go to bed separately. In the morning they would set out a plan to keep Arthur from pulling back into his depression then he would leave again to go back home. He didn't want that yet.
He heard Alfred swallow hard behind him and then lick his lips nervously. "You know…I've been kinda…having economic troubles."
"Mhum?" Arthur said holding his breath as he felt Alfred start to fidget a little.
"So I was thinking that…if you didn't mind that is…we could maybe…shower together…"
"Y-ya…Yeah that's fine." Arthur said quickly blushing harder.
"Great! Um…I also…haven't turned on the um heater…and It gets pretty chilly at night you know…so if you um you know didn't mind sharing a…bed it would really help me out…cause I can't really afford the bill…if I had to turn on the heater I mean." Alfred stumbled over his explanation and Arthur had to wonder why someone in this god forsaken state even had a heater though he smiled and nodded quickly. "No no. That's ok. I can do that…for you I mean. Share a bed…I don't…really mind…at all…"
They laid together a moment longer before Alfred made a joke about watching Arthur run across his lawn naked cause he wasn't giving him back his clothes and they broke into an argument as Alfred's laughter filled the barn. "I'll strip down and do it with you Arty if it will make you smile! Oh hey the others gave me all kinds of ideas on how to make sure you don't get bored you know…so if you a little later you wanna you know try them out that's ok with me!" The Taller blond said pulling Arthur tighter against him.
England couldn't help but smile a little. "If it's alright by you Alfred I have a couple ideas of my own I'd like to try." He said wondering if Alfred had ever seen him in his full pirate ensemble.