Hi! Welcome to my second fanfic! This is my first time writing these kinds of stories, so don't expect it to be amazing. If any of you reviewers could give me advice, I would greatly appreciate it since I have three other fanfics similar to this.

Warning: Some language is used, though it's not that big of a deal. It's maybe just one or two words. Also, excuse my lack of knowledge concerning Call of Duty since I have only watched someone play it. I will also mark this as M for the second chapter that will be out later.

Also I don't own Hetalia. All rights belong to their respective owners.

South Korea was standing outside of America's house. America had invited him over for the week so they could hang out and play Call of Duty Black Opps. Of course, they would be taking turns playing the zombie apocalypse part of the game trying to see who would last longer.

Yet South Korea was there on a special mission of his own. For a while now, he had developed feelings of love for this American. It may seem cliché and taboo, but he really did fall in love with America at first sight. It was just after the end of the Japanese Occupation, more than 50 years ago, and he still had yet to say it to America's face that he loved him. Today is the day, though! Today he is going to express his love to America!

With new confidence, he rang the door bell. He heard happy barks coming from inside and a loud thud that was either America falling out of bed, or falling off the couch to answer the door.

America opened the door, nearly pulling it off its hinges, with bubbling excitement. "Yo South! Dude, I was wondering when you would get here!"

"I did send you a text saying I was going to be late, da-ze. Now are we going mash some zombie brains or not!"

"Right on! Come in."

As South Korea entered the front door, he took off his shoes, which was quite common in Asia to do so. America found it kind of quirky, yet kind of cute in a way. Then again, he thought anything South Korea did was… cute.

As they entered the living room, South Korea couldn't help but cringe at the sight. The couch cushions were pulled out at weird angles, there were some stains on the carpet that could easily be washed out, there were many dishes that still had food in some of them, and America's clothes were scattered about. At least it didn't stink, and when he looked at some of the clothes he saw America's briefs. South Korea was getting turned on by his mental image of America wearing his red, white, and blue briefs. South Korea's cheeks were dusted pink from blushing. Damn though, if he does start dating him the first thing he would do is clean this place from top to bottom.

"Sorry about the mess, bro. Let me clean up a little. You know how to set up the PS3." As America began to pick up some clothes his black lab, Scout, jumped up from behind. When they tussled with each other, Scout pulled off America's shirt, leaving his chest bare in front of South Korea.

South Korea was caught by surprise, yet he was in awe by how well sculpted America's body was. Contrary to everyone's remarks, America was not at all fat, but was not quite a body builder. His arm muscles were well toned and his pecks were all worked out perfectly. His torso was very well toned and a six pack was just visible. That combined with America's blond hair, glasses, and blue eyes made him irresistible. Then South Korea started thinking about what was below the belt. He remembered that Japan and China told him that Westerners had much bigger "packages."

Eventually, America got a hold of his shirt again and put it back on. After putting Scout in the dog play room he had for him, America continued to clean up the living room. South Korea pouted a bit from the end of the sight-seeing, but continued to set up the game.

Later, America finally was able to sit down with South Korea to start playing. It was the newer Black Opps that just came out and they were going to play in the farm area. America decided through rock paper scissors who would go first. With a stroke of luck, South Korea got to play first.

X-X-X

It was amazing how far South Korea got. He made it 25 rounds with little use of the revive bottle, however an infected dog had come out of nowhere and had ended his turn within milliseconds.

As America started his turn, he paused the game and rested his chin on his hand looking between the T.V. and his friend. There was a slight far off look in his eyes.

"…What are you doing, da-ze?" South Korea asked curiously asked.

"…Hm… Oh, I'm just thinking about a strategy." America closed his eyes in deep thought, which was a rare occurrence.

South Korea found this to be his chance. He would just lean in and give him a kiss. The other details like reaction didn't quite come to mind, but all he could think of was feeling those soft lips on his own.

As he thought that, he moved in and planted one on the lips. It didn't last long, much less he couldn't remember what it felt like, because he felt a hand press up against his chest with enough force to knock him over to the other side of the couch. There was a look of shock on America's face and he realized what he had done.

In an attempt to fix everything, he started panicking in a way similar to Italy surrendering. "A-a-a… Ha ha ha… that was a great joke! Wasn't it? Just came up with it-"

"Why would you do that!?" There was so much anger in the American's voice.

South Korea was taken aback. "W-well, I-I-"

"Why the fuck would you do that!?" America's voice rose.

South Korea had no explanation he could give. Expressing his love may not have been the best idea, much less the easiest to explain. After several awkward moments, he finally decided it would be best just to leave.

As he got up from the couch, America looked at him. "Where are you going?"

"… It's just better this way." South Korea was very depressed. He couldn't believe how stupid he was.

"… Wait, South." America chased after his friend. "Please, I'm sorry I got angry at you!"

South Korea was struggling to get to the door since America was trying to pull him back. When America tried grabbing South Korea he missed his head… but it wasn't quite thin air. When he grabbed the "thin air," South Korea crumpled to the floor with a loud "yipe" which made America fall on top of his friend.

America propped himself up. "I'm so sorry. You okay?"

South Korea was panting heavily underneath him. His face was beat red, he looked adorable in America's eyes, and his voice came out very seductively than he was hoping. "Please… let go of Seoul."

America looked at his fist, and saw that he caught South Korea's hair curl. He looked at his friend and back at the curl. Experimentally, he rubbed the curl between his fingers. South Korea tried biting his lip, but a moan escaped.

A small smile surfaced on his face. He brushed his hand against South Korea's cheek. "…You know… I-I really… like-no wait… I really love you… Yong-Soo."

"R-really?" South Korea was shocked. He even said his name!

America leaned in just close enough to South Korea's face so that their noses were just touching. "You know, I don't think the last one should count as a fist kiss."

"H-how did you know that was my fist!?" South Korea was shocked even more. How much did his friend already know?

"That little stunt you did was a little sloppy." America grinned.

"Babo (1)." South Korea spoke in his native tongue, which he knew America loved hearing.

America had let go of the hair curl and cupped South Korea's face. They both stared into each other's eyes before America moved in. Their lips fit together like two puzzle pieces, and America's lips were softer than South Korea could have imagined. America licked South Korea's upper lip more so in an asking way to enter. South Korea opened willingly wanting to taste his lover. America was able to move with ease in the kiss as their tongues danced inside their mouths. He wanted America to explore and taste to his content. America wanted to see more and feel more of his lover, to take off the hanbok his lover was currently wearing. They broke the kiss for much needed air. A trail of saliva had connected their mouths for a few seconds before snapping. Then they kissed again and again, each one more passionate and tender that the last.

South Korea was panting heavily from the lack of oxygen. "That was…amazing…"

America kissed his lover's forehead. "There's still some… unfinished business." He pointed to the bump below South Korea's hanbok where his pelvis would be.

"If you didn't pull my curl we wouldn't be in this position." South Korea pouted, though it was more playful.

America chuckled lightly as he pulled his lover up off the floor, only to carry him bridal style to his bedroom. South Korea was flustering up a storm. "Ameri-"

"For now, call me Alfred." He winked seductively.

Needless to say, South Korea was looking forward to this little activity with total lust.

So how do you like? There may be a second chapter later for when their in the bedroom. However, I have other fanfics to give attention to. Please make sure to review!

(1)- Babo is Korean for stupid or idiot.