Author's Note: So…. After getting a few requests to write more… I decided to do a fill on the kink meme…

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It's impossible to be totally oblivious to your surroundings.

Everyone has a sense of awareness, regardless of it being big or small.

Right?

Well, that's what Toris Lorinaitis thought. That is, until Alfred dragged him along to the first Group of 8 meeting.

They… they're all looking at him like ravenous predators! Toris noted, feeling a horrible sensation in the pit of his stomach. And here Alfred was, babbling on without a single care in this world.

And it was so.

The ignorant American stood at the end of the table, going off on some ridiculous rant about how polar bears were melting and needed to be shipped to Pluto.

While, he went off, however, Toris had some time to examine the expressions of those around him.

Ivan Braginski was staring greedily at Alfred, his chin resting on his fist.

Arthur Kirkland was shooting covetous looks at his former colony.

Francis Bonnefoy was giving off an aphrodisiac vibes. (Not that that was any different than normal…)

The only one who did not seem to have their eyes locked on the unsuspecting American was poor Matthew Williams, who sat forgotten at the other end of the table. The innocent boy stared at his brother, wearing a despondent countenance on his pale face.

"…and in conclusion, all of the world's polar bears must be sent to Pluto, because it's the coolest planet in our solar system." Alfred ended proudly, puffing out his chest in a pompous manner. The assembled nations, who obviously had paid no mind to their host, gave a pitiful excuse for applause before standing up and stretching.

"Ahh… L'Amérique… That was a rather inspiring speech you had for us today…" Francis cooed in his usual purr, placing an arm around his waist.

"Well, I am a hero. And heroes are known for being very perceptive about the world around them. I noticed that things weren't going to well for those polar bears, and I intend to do something about it!" He chirped, paying no mind to the hand resting on the small of his back.

Toris snorted. Perceptive? Him?

"Well, you are quite special, my friend. Why don't we discuss your latest heroic tactics over a glass of wine? We can visit one of my finest French restaurants, if you'd like."

"Do they sell hamburgers?"

"I… I don't believe so. Tell you what. Why don't we just come back to my place?" Francis murmured seductively, the hand on his waist traveling lower until he was caressing Alfred's backside.

Alfred, completely unmindful of the hand on his ass, smiled. "Sure! I mean, who doesn't wanna hear about my adventures?" He boasted.

Suddenly, though, Francis received a nice smack upside the head.

"Putain! Oh. Angleterre… What do you want?" Francis growled, putting his hands on his hips in a very feminine fashion.

"Alfred will not be going to your house tonight. He will be dining with me this evening." Arthur said sassily, wrapping an arm around Alfred's shoulder to draw him closer. Alfred, surprised by the sudden sign of affection, blushed madly.

"Ugh. No way, Arthur. Your food tastes like shit." He whined, looking back and forth between the two nations.

"Both of you are sadly mistaken. Alfred shall be feasting with me this present night." A childlike chuckle sounded from behind the group. Ivan had stealthily slipped up behind them without any prior warning, plucking Alfred off the ground as if we were a feather and cradling the shocked man in his arms.

"Guys… just leave him alone… don't take advantage of my brother!" Matthew snapped, but nobody seemed to take any mind.

"Woah. Hold it guys. Alfred's dining with me tonight, remember?" Toris spoke up, sighing in exasperation.

"Oh! That's right! I forgot all about our plans, Toris!" Alfred hummed, not seeming to care all that much about being held. However, he did look up at Ivan and request to be set down. Ivan complied unwillingly, placing the nation on the ground. "Well, I'll see you guys later! Toris, you're paying." He added, before skipping on nonchalantly out the door.

"You better watch it, Toris. Russia will always be one step ahead of Lithuania." Ivan threatened, voice uncharacteristically dark, before flicking his scarf over his shoulder and departing as well.

"Back off, Frog." Arthur growled to Francis, before parting in the other direction.

"You wish, Angleterre…" Francis whispered, retreating out the back entrance.

Horrified, Toris backed out the door, stumbling a bit on the way, after Alfred.

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"You do know they were staring at you like a piece of meat, right?" Toris asked, staring as the American shoved burger after burger down his throat.

"Hmm? Who was?" Alfred asked, finally swallowing the last bit of hamburger.

"Oh I don't know. Francis. Arthur. Ivan. Everyone." Toris muttered, rolling his eyes. "You better watch your back. They are seriously out to get you."

"Everyone loves a hero! Why wouldn't they want me?" Alfred grinned, slurping from his shake.

"No. They don't want you like that. They… lust for you."

A vacant stare.

"Alfred…. They want to fuck you. F-U-C-K you. They want to take their dicks and ram them in your ass. Get it?"

Alfred's jaw dropped, and so did the food he was chewing. And it fell onto the table in a half-chewed heap.

"NO WAY!" He exclaimed, looking utterly lost.

"Yes way. You better be careful. I'm not kidding. If anybody invites you over, politely decline their invitation unless you want them doing dirty things to you."

"But… Isn't sex fun?" Alfred asked, head tilting to the side.

Toris blushed a bright shade of red at this. "Well, yes… but you only do it when you truly love a person. It's an expression of your feelings…" he explained softly, eyes glazing over as his thoughts wandered elsewhere.

"But Toris… What if I want to…?" Alfred began to protest when the Lithuanian shot him a horrified look.

"N- nevermind…"

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Gaaaah fail chapter is fail. And short.

So. Who do you think Alfred should get is from first?

My plan… well, let's not ruin it.

Let's just say he's going to have a raw ass for the rest of his life~