Well, this is the first chapter of a series of 50 one-shots and- unfortunately- was made in a rush and obviously is not one of my best works. I do not own Hetalia and it contains smut/lemon/BL/boyXboy

Anime/Manga: Hetalia

Pairing: USUK

It were mostly dark, with some flashes now and then. The smell of cigarettes and liquor filled the nightclub Francis had forced him into. Arthur would not even bother going, since they were at the US for a series of conferences and nothing else. The French had already vanished with some human shape to a corner or something.

"At least there are good drinks around here..." He mubled to himself, staring at his glass, half-filled with Bourbon.

"I'm glad you like it" A shiver ran down the Englishman's body to the sound of such familiar voice –Though he forced himself to believe it was an effect of the alcohol. He made his Best pissed off face and turned to face his host.

"Alfred, I should know you would be a costumer to this kind of place" The American shrugged and Sat by the other's side.

"Well, you're here too, dude... Weren't ya' the one who kept saying the work week was something, I dunno, holy?" The taller played with a smirk decorating his face, which could barely be seen due to the bad illumination.

"It's ONE night. Just pretend you don't know me, can you do that at least?" He sighed getting up, followed by Alfred.

"I can do that much" Arthur swallowed his regret hardly. The American wore a devious smirk and the blue eyes seemed to read right through his soul. Taking the last of his Bourbon, the Englishman walked away from the taller. He burrowed into the dance floor –which moved more like on huge individual than a bunch of different people.

The songs were not that bad and the alcohol on his head made his body move in a smoother way, swinging slowly with heavy lids, barely seeing something other than the cloured flickering lights. It had been an awfully long time since he had last been to a placelike that, all those people, strangers, dancing, making out, all of them simply... feeling.

Before he could even notice, Arthur couldn't remember how many times he had re-filled his glass with Bourbon or something else he didn't care to recall. The emerald-eyed blond had totally given in to that place. An unnusual friction on his back. ' Is someone dancing with me?' He wondered, turning to face the figure behind him, a man. Not that he actually cared about genders, but that were a bit rare.

"H-Hello" He greeted having as an answer nothing but more loss of his personal space, invaded by the dancing stranger. He moved so well that the English could barely take his eyes from him, he danced along with clumsy moves. The stranger chuckled. Ther bodies soon began to move in unison, wrapping in one another's, breath mixing, sweat dripping. It all felt so strangely good that Arthur didn't even care when his mouth were taken by the stranger's. Instead, he completly gave in, letting himself be guided to the nightclub's wall, where his back were pressed.

That man had not yet said a word since they began dacing and now he had let himself be kissed and forced gainst a wall into savage, hungry kisses. He barely knew himself anymore with all that Bourbon on his head. He couldn't see the man's face but he felt so trustable, so confortable and awfully famili...familiar?!

"ALFRED?!" He screamt, pushing the American away from him.

"Not tonight..." Answered –finally- leaning over once more. "Tonight I'm Just a stranger, right?" With that, he possessed the Englishman's cherry mouth again, who tried to protest, but his body did not answer to morals any longer. All he could do was to let out an inaudible murmur calling the other a bastard or something alike.

The kisses got deeper and hotter, the American's hand squeezed the other's buttcheeks with Will, allowing soft moans, though muffled by the high music. 'I must be going crazy... This is Alfred... And we are...' Arthur kept fighting to keep his mind from fading. He knew It would have been easir IF it were actually a stranger, he'd stop on the Kiss and leave, but that was Alfred... Something inside kept him from pulling away. His arms wrapped around the taller's neck.

"Let's get out of this place..." Alfred suggested, puling the other blond closer to himself. " My place, perhaps?"

"Y-You git... You're out of your mind..." 'And so am I'

Thanks to the forgotten number of drinks he had drank, Arthur did not remember how he actually got to be standing before Alfred's apartmant with this one struggling to unlock the door. It were about 3 a.m. nd the first thing the American did – as a habit , almost- were to turn on the lights, which hurted both men's eyes. Not Just because of the light, by itself, but by finally getting to see they were there. They got there to do something and their bodies almost cried out for one another.

"So..." Alfred offered his hand to Arthur, who hesitaded for a while before taking it and walking to the spacious bedroom. The American's heart raced faster each second gazing at the embarassed Englishman before him. He had always felt a weird attraction towards him. Those emerald Green eyes avoiding his, the tone of red he grew when embarassed... He wished to see all of Arthur's.

Arthur walked to the bed, sitting over the baby blue sheets. His mind were far from easy already, his body asked for something, his heart seemed to agree faster than he had ever imagined, it was Alfred but somehow it all felt so right...

The American walked closer, pushing the other's back against the mattress, only to Kiss him passionatly right after this act. His partner gave in, wrapping his legs on the other's making their bodies touch almost entirely it wasn't for the clothing. "You...Perverted..." he mumled, feeling Al's growing member rubbing against his, though clothed.

"Not yet..." Smiled Alfred, removing his glasses. He kept on kissing as skillfull hands worked on exposing his lover's chest and his own. The kisses got deeper Just before the warm mouth moved from the other, making it's way to the pale neck of the submissive's.

"Al...Awn..." He cried out as the American's teeth printed a Mark on the milky skin. He went o between kisses until he reached the two Pink extremities, erect and craving for attention. The America licked his lips and then began caressing the left one while his mouth played with the other, using ardent tongue movements, enjoying as Arthur would arch his back and moan loudly for his name.

"Feeling good, huh?" Alfred asked, not actually caring for an answer as his hand slipped down to the bulge on the other blond's pants." What do you want me to do... Artie...?" He panted, smirking.

"G-Git... Don't make me say it...Aw..." ' You planned this, did you not?' He thoughgt of asking, though that was irrelevant now. Alfred didn't seen to be acting anytime soon until he Said something and his body were shivering entirely yo the American's mere warm. " Blooddy Hell... Tou...Touch me..."

"Touch you? Where, Arthur?" Played, leaning down until he was facing the clother erection. "Here?"

"Ahhh...Aw..." Arthur cried out as his pants and underwear were fastly throw away, the cold air soon substituted by the taller's warmness with slow, teasing movements up and down. "F...Fuck...Alfred.."

"Cursing? You should behave properly~" Smirked , leaning his face close to the throbbing member. He kept on caressing with the blue orbs gazing at Arthur's Green ones. He experimentally licked the tip, soon after to take the whole lenght of the other's into his wet mouth.

"Awn... Ah... Alfred! Awn..." He moanded, with the head thrown back in pleasure and the other's head bobbed over his mandhood. Speed increasing and blood boiling, The Brittish's fingers held a grip on the other's golden hair willingly, letting that terrific sensation take full control of him.

Soon, The American's arm lifted, offering a couple fingers to the Brit. "You know what to do with them, right?" Guessed, still teasing the tip of Arthur's member. The Green-eyed simply nodded with heavy lids, accepting the fingers into his mouth, wetting them as much as he could, trying to muffle the moans everytime Al's head would go up and down on him.

"Good... Good boy..." Alfred whispered, removing the fingers from the other's mouth and directing them to the small entrance. "This is going to hurt a bit, ok? Tell me if it's too much..." Arthur nodded, closing his eyes for he knew what were about to happen. The blue-eyed one's instinct to simply stop all that teasing and fuck Arthur right there increased, though his worry were grreater, he wished his lover to feel as much pleasure as he would. His mouth went back to it's work while the first finger were finally inserted, little by little.

Ath firts that was a Sharp pain, but Alfred's tongue made the perfect mix until he couldn't tell pain for pleasure anymore. By that time, he already had three fingers inside him. "Ahhh...Al...come...al...already..." He cried out, feeling himself coming near the edge

The taller blond removed his fingers with a 'pop', causing the other to whimper in protest. Al came over his partner's mouth, kissing him with will while worked the remaining of his clothes out. The bittersweet taste of pre-cum filled both mouths, somehow arousing them even more as Al spreaded some creamy substance over his manhood. "I want you... Arthur..." He panted, touching his tip on the Green-eyed's entrance.

"Take me...A...Only you...Alfred...AH! Aw...Ah..." The Brit cried out when the invasion began, slowly filling him. It felt almost as if he was about to be ripped in two. At a point Alfred stopped, waiting for him to get used to the feeling, a nod allowed him to Begin the thrusts.

The American thrusted in different directions slowly, at first, looking for something. "AWN!"

"Found it." He smirked almost removing himself entirely , only to thrust back, aiming for that spot.

"Al...ALFRED...Awhhnnn" Arthur's back arched and he moaned loudly, almost screaming everytime the other would hit him right on the prostrate, it felt so good, so alive... Alfred's hand began, then, to stroke the Brit's erection at the same rhythm of the thrusts.

"Ah... Arthur... you're so good..." The blue-eyed blond spoke, increasing the speed, amazed at the tightness and warm around his member, he'd never felt anything better than that. Also, the way Arthur was responding, so willingly, so passionate...

" Al...I... I will..."

"Me... too... I'll..." Alfred came first, filling his lover's entrance with his ropy whittish substance .

"Ah...AwwwwnnnnnnnAWNNN!" Cried out almost as a scream at the feeling of being filled with his partner's seed, cumming right after.

Panting, they parted, lying beside one another and fell fastly asleep.

Throbbing headache. Arthur woke up with his whole body hurting and filled with small bruises. The smell of sex still hanging around the familiar bedroom (After the first 5 seconds of "Where the bloody Hell am I?") and an empty bed, except for him and the sheets. He hugged his knees. 'How foolish can I be...? Of course it'd be one-night –stand..' He cursed himself and his heart for Racing that way... and for Alfred. Tears rolled down the blushed cheeks.

" Arthur?!" That voice...

"Alfred?!"

"No, the fucking Slenderman! Of course it's me! Dude, c'mon, why are you crying?!" The blond had Just entered the room with a tray, -It seemed to carry their breakfast.- which were fastly left over a bureau at Alfred's rush to hug the other male, who still had tears coming out of his eyes. "Shh... if you cry this way it'll make your hangover worse, right?" He adverted with a kiss over the older's forehead.

"Alfred... Do you..."

"I remember... Each part of it and I would do it over and over again if it were you." He sighed. "Do you regret it, Artie?"

Words were needless. The tears of haziness became ones of joy and Arthur moved faslty, laying a Kiss upon his lover's lips.

"You foolish git...What a question..."

"I love you too..."