So this is the beginning of my collection of America/Canada oneshots. This will probably be updated every week or so. I'll be taking requests too, as along as it involves the sexy North American bros~ Enjoy!
-Tanuki
Tell Them (rated T)
Several kisses were exchanged between them when a slightly chapped mouth met soft warm lips, and continued as a large hand found wavy blond locks, gently tugging to deepen the already passionate kissing. A faint moan was heard, and a pair of arms wrapped themselves around a strong neck to show their approval. Encouraged, lips began to nip and suck all the flesh that it could reach until the wretched collar of a shirt obscured its trail.
"Mhn..Alfred." Said American broke away to cup the soft, lovely pale cheek of his brother, showering affectionate kisses upon his lips and forehead. Both their glasses lay abandoned on the nightstand that sat right beside the bed.
"Al-" Matthew was cut off by his brother's mouth upon his own again; this time, the kiss was chaste and light, though it left him breathless. They only parted for brief seconds to recapture a gulp of air, then more gentle kisses were rained upon Matthew's face and neck. The Canadian boy sighed, eyelashes fluttering closed, and laced his fingers into Alfred's choppy sandy blond hair.
Sometimes, they wished they hadn't fallen in love like this; a love so forbidden, a life so unkind to the both of them.
"Please, Alfred," Matthew gasped suddenly when his brother's cold, ungloved hand slid across his bare stomach, trailing upwards. "Please. They have to know." At this, Alfred frowned, and Matthew felt his hand physically tense against his trembling stomach. The Canadian whined when his shirt was yanked up, gathered up to reveal his chest fully. Flinching, he bit his lip stubbornly as Alfred began to kiss and nip his body, leaving a thin trail of saliva across his now perked nipples.
"Alfred! A-Al..Please, this is serious! Th-they'll..Oh, god.." Matthew begged, trying to blink away the moist gathering of what felt like tears that were blinding his vision. He moaned and pulled desperately at his brother's hair, trying to squirm away. He wanted this, but wanted Alfred to listen to him, also. If just once, he had to tell his brother what he needed to hear, not want he wanted to hear like he was so used to.
Matthew wasn't the weaker twin, though. Not by any means. He and Alfred were basically the same, and they were one: North America. There was nothing that they didn't know about the other. Years of separation had taught them absorb each other's company like sponge to water. They loved each other, couldn't live without the other, for without one of them, there simply couldn't a North America.
That's why the world had to know of their relationship, lest they be separated again.
Matthew was afraid, but would rather die than have Alfred leave him.
Alfred was resentful of anyone who wanted to break them apart; truthfully, the only person he ever cared deeply enough for was his younger brother, Matthew.
"Please!" Matthew continued, close to tears, "They'll..We can't. Stop, Al! They'll-"
"They'll what!" Alfred finally snapped, grabbing hold of his brother's thinner wrists and yanked them to the side away from Matthew's face. "What could Arthur and Francis possibly do that you're so afraid of?" Despite being on the verge of sobbing, Matthew growled, wishing to slap Alfred across his godforsaken face. Anger began to surface between them, which was usually very rare.
"They'll separate us, you idiot! They'll never let us live like this! My God, don't you see Alfred?!" A single tear streaked down the weeping Canadian's left cheek, and Alfred's expression softened as he bend down and softly wiped the tear away, caressing the skin as he did so. Then, he suddenly pulled Matthew into a tight embrace, feeling like he could cry himself.
"They'll separate us again, Al! I-I can't live like that! I n-need you! Don't you g-get it?" The younger of the brother wailed, clutching the back of Alfred's plain muscle shirt tightly. Alfred caressed his brother's back, tracing faint circles as he rested his chin upon Matthew's head.
"I know, Matt, I know.." He pressed a kiss to the side of Matthew's face tenderly, whispering more soft nothings to comfort his upset brother. "We'll figure something out. I promise." There was a calming silence –the rain pattering softly against the window- until Matthew finally spoke again.
"We can't avoid them forever. They're our family. They have to know."
There was a pause on the American's part, and Matthew tried to speak up again before his chin was titled and a chaste kiss was placed tenderly upon his lips.
"I know."
Random note: Canada hasn't lost his virginity in this one yet~
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