Arthur stared out his bedroom window with a mixed expression. He was both anticipating and dreading this next day to come.

For one, the way the sun lit the morning sky and seemed to perfectly shade his estates lawn was absolutely breathtaking. For once the sun had decided to shine, rather than be taken over by the ever-present rain that seemed to be ruling his life lately. He had to not only make sure his house was equipped for the rain, meaning not leaking all over his newly stained floors, but also to make sure that his new charge was dressed for the weather.

He did NOT want Alfred to get sick.

He could just imagine those little blue eyes staring up at him over his glasses and saying "I-Iggy? Can I *cough cough* have some water? Or maybe a hamburger…yeah…a burger sounds nice. O-or even a nice scone….*sniffle*"

The Englishman didn't know if he could take the look that would follow the adorable pleas for his cooking.

No. he couldn't let him get sick. He would feel like way too much of a pedophile.

Alfred lay in bed thoughtfully. He did not want to get up at 5:45 in the morning. Not at all.

Well that's what he kept trying to convince himself of. He really just wanted to avoid a certain guardian of his.

Ugh! He hated that Iggy was his "legal provider." It made him want to scream. Because he didn't think of Iggy like that at all! Daddy was not his daddy. That was certain.

But how exactly did he think of him? He hadn't decided yet.

Or had he?

After the day before, he really wasn't sure. The way Iggy had brushed his hair behind his ear shouldn't have made him blush. And the way that his lips seemed to linger just a second longer when they said goodnight should NOT have made his heart feel like it was about to well up and explode right out of his chest. And then when he received a hug that engulfed his whole body…he was pretty sure that he shouldn't have had a small bulge building in his lower region.

It was driving him mad! He couldn't possibly be falling for the older boy that was supposed to be like his "daddy". Could he?

Arthur took a breath and knocked tentatively on Alfred's door. Alfred looked at his door and had to keep himself from smiling.

"Y-yes?" He could feel himself blushing.

"Alfred it's time to wake up. May I come in?"

He almost wished the younger nation would refuse. Then he wouldn't have to look into those eyes. Though Alfred was nearing 13 years old, he still had the most beautiful big blue eyes.

"Sure Iggy, why wouldn't I let you in?"

Alfred then proceeded to pull his blanket up to his nose to hide the blush that still highlighted his cheeks.

Athur opened the door and saw Alfred like this.

"What's wrong Alfred? Are you cold?"

"No…not exactly…"

Damn it! I should have said yes…now I'm going to have to explain myself! Stupid! Stupid! I'm so freaking stupid!

"Oh? Then why do you have your blanket up to your nose? You look like an idiot…boysie what's wrong?"

"N-nothing's wrong…."

"If that's true then why've you stuttering?"

Alfred was silent for once. He just laid there and stared at the wall behind the beautiful man's face. But he couldn't help notice that Arthur's cheeks were a light shade of pink. He wanted to know what Iggy was thinking… and then his eyes traced over his lips. They looked so smooth and soft. If only he could feel them…if only he could kiss-.. What? Kiss him? Did he REALLY just think about kissing Iggy? No!

But he could see it. He could see himself placing a delicate kiss on his elder's soft pink lips. He could see the expression he would have as he told all of his feelings in one simple kiss.

He knew he was blushing like mad.

Oblivious, the Englishmen was suddenly worried by the young boy's unresponsiveness. What could possibly be so bad that he couldn't tell his own guardian? More than that… Arthur felt majorly rejected by this sudden unwillingness to speak.

Does he suddenly not like it here? Is he going to leave me or something? That tosser…if it's something stupid like he wet the bed and doesn't want me to see, I will kill him.

Later that morning at breakfast..

"hey Iggy?" Alfred had been munching on a cranberry scone. More like dropping crumbs all over himself. Arthur thought it was adorable…

"Yes Alfred?"

"Have you ever been in love?"

Arthur then choked on the tea he had been sipping, burning his throat. When the coughing and hacking had subsided, a very red and slightly bothered Iggy replied:

"Yes Alfred I have been in love. Why do you ask?"

"Well….because…. I…..well…" Alfred fidgeted with the hem of his shirt nervously. He was debating on whether or not he should tell him that he might be in love with him or not. What was the worst that could happen? Even so his breathing turned uneven and his face got rather hot rather quickly.

"You what? Spit it out you wanker…."

Alfred looked up at Iggy with determination. He would tell Iggy and he wouldn't allow him to tell him that he was "absobloodyleutly bonkers" or any of the other slightly strange things he normally said.

Alfred got out of his chair and walked over to a slightly confused English gentleman and took his face between his palms. He looked into those amazing emerald green eyes for a moment before leaning his face close to Arthurs. He hesitated only a second before kissing Arthur ever so gently.

Arthur was shocked. He should not have enjoyed the sensation of being kissed by the boy he was supposed to have been taking care of. Was this bad parenting? For the moment he didn't care. All he could think about was the warm lips caressing his.

Alfred pulled away only slightly, letting his lips brush against Iggy once more before murmuring "I'm sorry…" and running to his room with tears threatening to fall down his rosy red cheeks.

For a moment, Arthur just stood there with his fingers caressing his lips and a dazed expression on his face. Then he followed him.

He ran to Alfred's room as quickly as he could and knocked on the now locked door hesitantly.

No answer.

He knocked again.

And again no answer.

He decided to open the door, only to find a sobbing Alfred curled up in his bed.

"Alfred…"

"I'm sorry….I had to tell you…somehow... And… is there something wrong with me?"

Arthur was taken aback slightly.

"Why the hell would you think something is wrong with you?" Arthur sat next to Alfred on his bed and stroked his arm soothingly. He tried not to think of how he wished they were kissing again.

"Because! I think I'm in love with you Arthur…"

Not only was this the first time he had EVER been addressed as "Arthur" but Alfred seemed to have taken his thoughts from him. He was speechless for an agonizingly long moment.

"I… I didn't mind … Alfred."

"What?" this had Alfred looking surprised and overjoyed.

"I didn't mind you kissing me. " Arthur fidgeted with a string that had come loose from his shirt nervously.

"Really?" Alfred couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Yes."

Al bit his lip. Was this true? Or was Iggy just trying to make him feel better.

Slowly, he reached up and turned Arthurs face towards him. He then got his lips as close to Arthurs as possible without actually having them touch.

Arthur knew what he was doing. He was trying to see if he was lying or not. Arthur leaned forward and kissed Alfred.

Arthur smiled slightly into this sweet kiss. The kiss that said they were both in love. Both in love with each other.

He placed a hand on Arthur's hip. He could feel Arthurs tongue searching for a place to enter his mouth and complied. By now their breathing was beginning to speed up. Their kisses coming faster and more urgent.

Both could feel themselves becoming hot, bulges growing in their pants as the intensity of their kisses grew to a crescendo.

It was Arthur who stopped the kiss from going too far.

Panting he explained.

"Alfred…you have school…. I have work. we can't Let this go too far."

Alfred again bit his lip. "Can I…..can I maybe sleep with you...In your bed tonight?"

"How can I deny you that after that? My resolve to not fall for you seems to have gone all airy-fairy after that…"

Smiling, Alfred got up and got ready for school. This was going to be an interesting day, and an even better night.

End ch 1.

Sorry if there are grammar or spelling mistakes! This is my first fic so I hope you guys like it!

Airy-fairy is like not strong or resolute

iggy is only like 22 in this!

~ chapter two iggy finds out that its "bring your parent to school" day at alfreds school... and the health teacher seems to be a bit of a pervert.