You'll Always Be Mine

Pre-1775

It started off innocently enough. "Matilda" had a nightmare, which woke up "Alfred" and together the two decided to go crawl into their parents' bed for the rest of the night. It was what they always did when one of them had a nightmare and it didn't matter how old they were.

They crept silently down the hall, hand-in-hand, until they reached the bedroom door. Alfred pressed up close to his sister as she reached to push open the door.

"M-Mattie, do you hear something strange?" He said in a strangely hushed voice. Normally he was so loud, no matter what time it was or where they were at. He squeaked in fright when a loud moan drifted from their parents' bedroom, clinging tightly to Matilda.

The northern colony winced and stopped pushing on the door. "Ow! Al, that hurts."

"S-sorry," Alfred said, loosening his grasp a little. "You hear it too, right? I-It sounds like a g-ghost!"

"I don't think that's what it is," Matilda said softly. "Actually, it sort of sounds like mum…"

The siblings exchanged glances and crowded around the door, which was open just enough for them to get a good look inside. They both remained silent as they watched their mother, England, sit up with a loud huff, shoving Papa France backwards against the pillows.

"Stop your damn teasing," she demanded with a hiss.

France chuckled, propping himself up with his elbows. "You complain that I rush it every other time, mon cheri. Forgive me if I decided to take your words into consideration."

England growled and rose up on her knees, glaring down at her lover with her acidic green eyes. "Shut up and fuck me, Francis."

"As you wish, mon amour."

France took hold of her hips, directing her down over his member before thrusting up into her. England gasped, throwing her head back at the sudden intrusion and closing her eyes. She barely managed to moan out his name as he repeated the motion several more times before growling and reversing their positions with a fluid motion.

"Much better," France murmured. He placed a kiss on England's forehead as he felt her legs wrap around his waist.

So caught up in their world of lust, neither of them heard a small gasp or the sound of footsteps as Alfred ran away from the door and back to the room he shared with his sister. Matilda hesitated, her eyes locked on the scene on the other side of the door. It was only when she heard England mumble a hurried "I love you, Francis," and saw the two exchange a kiss that she stumbled away from the door and followed after Alfred.

"America?" She softly questioned, seeing him huddled up under the blankets on his bed. "Alfred?" She tried a second time. She worried her lower lip as she quietly walked across the room and crawled up onto the bed next to him. "Al, what's wrong?"

"Don't!" Alfred yelped, flinching when he felt her hand on his shoulder. He wriggled away from her touch. "P-please, Mattie, go back to your bed."

Matilda didn't move. Instead she remained right where she was, staring at her brother's form with concern. "I'm not going anywhere," she told him. When he didn't say anything in response, she carefully lifting up an untucked corner of the blanket and wormed her way through so she could lay next to him.

"Mattie!" Alfred struggled to kick the blankets away but ultimately failed as Matilda wrapped her arms around his waist and held him in place. Not for the first time he cursed her hidden strength and the fact that he was the only person she used it against. "Canada, let go!"

"No," she said stubbornly. "Why are you acting so weird? Is it because we saw papa and England having sex?"

"No!"

"Then what, eh?" Matilda demanded.

"Because…"

Realizing that being assertive was no way to get her brother to talk, she softened her tone and scooted a little closer to him. "Please tell me. If you think I'll get mad at what you say, I promise I won't. I-I just want to understand what's bothering you. Please, Al."

Alfred trembled and Matilda wondered if he was trying not to cry. "B-Because I imagined us!"

What? Matilda didn't realized she repeated her question aloud.

"I imagined us… doing that…" Alfred repeated in a quiet tone. "I-I'm sorry, Mattie. It just popped in my head and wouldn't go away! I know it's wrong but—"

"Al," Matilda interrupted. "I'm not mad. I promise. I'm a little surprised, but not angry." She sighed and closed her eyes, letting her forehead rest against his shoulder blade. "Is… is this the first time or…?"

Alfred hesitated. "N-no."

Matilda felt her heart began to beat faster. Heat blazed across her face like wildfire as her mind took a trip down a forbidden path, imagining what it would be like if they did do something like that. Al would be gentle, wouldn't he? Or else too nervous to do anything. She didn't think she'd be able to do it without him leading.

"Mattie?" Alfred asked, sounding as though he was on the verge of crying.

"Turn around," Matilda heard herself say. She let go of him so he could slowly do so and when they were face-to-face she saw that his cheeks were as red as she thought hers had to be. She smiled unsurely. "Hey."

Alfred didn't smile back. He couldn't even look her in the eye.

Matilda inhaled shakily, trying to draw up the courage to try something new. Something crazy and wrong, but she knew if she let the moment go by there wouldn't be a second chance. She didn't whisper his name or say anything else. She simply moved.

Their lips brushed once, a gentle caress which struck a single spark. Alfred inhaled sharply in surprise, finally meeting her violet eyes. There was a moment of hesitation and then Matilda tried again. Her eyes fluttered shut as their lips met again and Alfred began to respond, moving his lips against hers. Slowly he wrapped his arms around her supple body, drawing her even closer.

Matilda moaned in pleasure as heat began to build up in a place other than her face, wondering how something could feel so right but wrong at the same time. After all, they weren't really brother and sister, they were just both adopted by England and happened to have similar features. Right?

"Mattie," Alfred breathed, pulling back to make sure she was okay. "Is this okay?"

Matilda leaned forward for a brief, sweet kiss. "Yes. Please don't stop."

Alfred cautiously trailed one hand down her back until he reached the bottom hem of her shirt. When he heard her breath hitch in anticipation, he took that as his go-ahead and slid his hand under the shirt, gently trailing his fingers over her soft skin.

"Kiss me," Matilda murmured.

Her request was granted as he eagerly pressed his lips back to hers. Something warm and wet pressed against her lips and she opened her mouth, welcoming in her brother's tongue. Her own moved against his as the kiss grew more and more heated. At some point Alfred maneuvered her onto her back so he could hover over her. His hand moved from her back to her chest, tentatively cupping one of her breasts and brushing his thumb over a nipple. Matilda moaned loudly into his mouth.

Alfred began trailing kisses down her neck until he reached the collar of her shirt. Matilda tossed back her head as he latched onto a sensitive area and began to suck.

"A-Al!" She gasped, arching against him. "Please."

"Tell me what you want, Mattie," Alfred murmured into her neck, kissing the sensitive red mark he'd left behind.

"Y-you. I want you. Please, Al," Matilda begged, unashamed by the words spilling out of her mouth. Nothing mattered at that moment but having more of the delicious feelings he inspired in her body. All she wanted was to feel him even closer to her; to have a moment with him where no one else mattered but him and her. A moment in which he wouldn't forget about her.

Alfred returned to her lips as he slip his hand back down her front, trailing tantalizingly over her breast and down her stomach until he got back to the hem of her shirt. He pushed it up and she quickly got the hint, sitting up so he could easily slide it over her head. The blankets fell away from them, leaving them open to the cooler air of their bedroom. The second he tossed her shirt aside, she did the same to his.

They paused, taking the chance to admire each other. Matilda cautiously ran her hands over her brother's chest, feeling the remains of baby fat and the blossoming muscles from hours of running around outside.

"You're so beautiful, Mattie," Alfred whispered, moving in for a chaste kiss. It quickly turned to something more as Matilda happily fell back onto the pillows, pulling him with her. Taking a risk, he lowered himself so he could grind his erection against her and rewarded her by deepening the kiss when she moaned in pleasure.

Matilda's hands found the tie to his pants. "Al…"

One more kiss was planted on her lips before Alfred sat back on his knees and helped her fingers untie his pants so he could easily slide them off. He breathed a sigh of relief when his erection was freed from its confines and therefore no longer pressing painfully against cloth. He groaned loudly when Matilda dared to run a finger over his length.

"God, Mattie…"

Unable to wait any longer, Alfred divested his sister of her final two articles of clothing. "Are you sure?" He asked her, wanting to make absolutely sure she was still okay.

Matilda nodded, staring up at him trustingly. There was only one thing she wanted to say to him at that moment and she leaned up for a kiss before telling him. "I love you, Al."

Alfred kissed her back, using it as a distraction while he lined up his member with her entrance. "Love you too, Mattie," he murmured before pushing in.

Matilda gasped in pain rather than pleasure, her body tensing up at the sudden intrusion. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she tossed her head back and forth, trying not to cry out in pain. She wouldn't ruin it for her brother.

Alfred closed his eyes as he sank further and further into her, trembling as he tried to hold back from slamming into her all at once. "God, Mattie, you're so tight."

After a few agonizing seconds he was fully sheathed within her, his body pressed against hers like a warm, heavy blanket. He kissed her neck and then pushed himself up, grinning stupidly. Then he saw her tears and all happiness vanished.

"Mattie? Are you…?" He felt horrible. He'd hurt his baby sister, the very last thing he wanted to do. Why did he have to bring up his dreams? He knew it would only end badly!

Matilda tried to smile reassuringly. "I-I'm okay, Al. Just g-give me a minute, eh?"

Alfred shook his head. "But I hurt you! We should stop. Hang on." He began to move, sliding out of her only to stop when he heard Matilda hiss in pain.

"Stop moving," she whispered. "Stay. Just stay still. L-let me…" She cautiously spread her legs a little more, wondering if it would help alleviate some of the pain. Thinking back to what her mom did, though the last thing she wanted to do was think about her parents having sex ever again, she lifted up her knees slightly. She took deep breaths, trying to relax her body. It felt like hours before the ache began to fade and she felt comfortable enough to shallowly thrust up against Alfred.

"Move," she whispered pleadingly.

"Are you sure? If it hurts I'll stop. We don't have to do this, Mattie. We can just go to sleep together like we used to," Alfred said. His eyes roved her face, searching for any uncertainty. He found none.

Matilda leaned up and kissed him, effectively washing away any of his misgivings. At the same time she rolled her hips, trying to coax her brother into moving. To her relief, he did, starting up an unsteady and slow rhythm that had her wincing in pain as much as it sent trills of pure pleasure through her body. She tried to match his movements, but found herself unable to.

Alfred stopped when he noticed she wasn't enjoying herself as much as he was. "Mattie, are you sure you're okay? You can tell me. I promise I won't get mad."

"I'm fine, really," Matilda promised. "Maybe… maybe we could try what we were doing before? Will you kiss me?"

Alfred eagerly attacked her lips, sliding his tongue past her defenses and slowly coaxing hers to battle against his. He smiled into the kiss when he felt Matilda melt against him, finally relaxing. His hands remained planted firmly on the bed, keeping him from smothering her against the sheets, though he longed to run his hands over her body again and feel the tremors as raw desire washed over her.

He drew her tongue into his mouth, giving her the chance to taste him like he tasted her. He chuckled when she lasted only a few seconds before retracting the muscle. "So cute," he whispered, not giving her but a few moments to catch her breath before he captured her lips in another deep kiss.

Matilda sighed happily and contentedly, feeling warmth begin to bubble up in her body once again. It pooled in her lower belly, growing warmer and warmer before it began to spread. She wanted—needed—more. The kisses and the feel of him on top of her were nice, but she feared if he kept on she would eventually explode from the feeling. She wrapped her arms around him and arched up against him, hoping her usually daft brother would get the hint.

He did.

She moaned lewdly as he slowly withdrew until only to tip of his member remained within her and then thrust quickly back into her. "Al!" She whispered, tossing back her head.

In response, Alfred repeated the action and bent his head to suckle at a new spot on his neck. He began moving faster, his thrusts a little harder as he picked up a steady rhythm. He changed his angle slightly, wanting to see if it would make a difference and was pleased when a strangled moan slipped past his sister's plush lips.

"You like that, Mattie?" He asked, deliberately hitting the same spot.

"Y-yes!" Matilda managed to gasp out. The heat burned brighter. She felt her control slipping away as she moaned wantonly, no longer completely aware of herself. All she knew was that overwhelming desire blazing through her body and the feel of Alfred moving in and out of her and all around her. It reached a crescendo and she gasped out his name as stars exploded behind her eyes.

She was dimly aware of Alfred shouting her name and a new kind of warmth filling her up before he stopped moving. His body covered hers as they both breathed heavily, basking in the afterglow. Alfred moved his head and sloppily kissed her.

"I love you, Mattie."

"I love you too, Al." She lethargically shifted beneath him. "Could you…?"

Alfred chuckled and kissed her one last time before pulling out of her completely and flopping over to lay next to her. "That was amazing."

Matilda made a sound of agreement as she rolled onto her side and curled against him. "It was… but next time maybe do a little research so you don't hurt me, eh?"

Alfred glanced at her in surprise and delight.

There would be a next time.