My first AmeCan or CanAme whatever. Anywho~ This has been something that's been on my dirty little mind for a while now which means I have to write it down for everyone else to enjoy. This will be about... *gets calculator* 87% yaoi-smut-incest, and 13% actual plot. This is kind of for developing my smut writing skills.
Please review, It always makes a writer want to actually write more, ahurr~
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. FML
(Matthew's P.O.V)
I remember that day, in fifth grade. Alfred and I went to a Christmas party with our father. Everyone noticed us because we were twins, young cute little boys wearing matching Christmas outfits. We were the talk of the party, everyone came up to look at us and tell us how cute we were.
"They are positively adorable, they look exactly the same!" A woman said, she smelled like to much perfume.
I just stayed quiet. I've always been a quiet kid, but Alfred spoke up and when he did I knew I loved my brother. More then I ever should.
"No! We're different! Mattie has the world's prettiest eyes!" Alfred exclaimed loudly, and he looked so serious too.
The people awed at him but he remained serious.
"And Alfred has the brightest smile, ever." I said softly.
More awes from the crowd of people.
Xoxoxoxo
xoxoxoxo
We just started middle school and thankfully we were still sharing a room. I couldn't bare to be separated from Alfred for too long, and just being able to hear his snoring on the top bunk made me feel at peace. I came to the conclusion I really loved my brother and though that's nice, I knew I couldn't act on it.
We didn't have many classes together only a couple, and even then we couldn't always talk or hang out. It was so hard and I guess that's what led me to do the unthinkable.
It was late one afternoon and our dad went over to chat with the neighbors, probably drink a little. Alfred and I were at home watching TV on the couch together. I sure loved these moments but they were always so awkward. I wanted to touch Alfred so much, but I knew I had to keep my space. I couldn't just cling to him, that'd be too weird.
I would watch him though. He was getting bigger, in size. His shoulders a little broader then mine and maybe just half an inch taller then me. He was beginning to look like a man. I found him very attractive.
I wonder if he felt the same.
I remember staring at him as he stared at the TV. Then when our eyes finally met I didn't even try to look away. I wanted him, that was a fact. My brother, twin brother, my other half, I wanted him. He looked at me, and tried to ask me something but I didn't listen.
I stared at those lips and the next thing I knew I was kissing him. The world stood still and I felt so warm and giddy, till I noticed that Alfred wasn't kissing me back. I quickly backed away to look into confused blue eyes.
I felt close to crying, I was about to I could feel it, so I ran up to our room and into my bed. I hid under the covers and started to cry. I was so ashamed of myself and I probably ruined everything. What did he think of me now that I've kissed him? Was he disgusted? Probably. Would he tell dad?
I wrapped myself further into my blankets in contemplation of what our father would do if he found out. Would he disown me, calling me some sick freak? God, I was so scared.
I ended up falling asleep, but I woke up when Alfred entered the room and climbed up to his top bunk. It was quiet and I gripped my blankets hard ,and just wondered what Alfred was thinking about.
Then he finally said something, he called my name.
"Y-Yeah?" I said softly, barely above a whisper.
"You still awake?" He asked.
I almost chuckled, same old Alfred.
"Yeah." I responded.
"Okay..." He said, then went quiet.
I stayed quiet and was trying to work up the courage which may have taken a good hour to do.
"Hey, A-Alfred?" I asked softly.
"Yeah, bro?"
"I'm sorry about earlier." I said then covered my head with the blanket.
"...Mattie, to tell you the truth I..." he went quiet as if he was about to regret what he was going to say.
"Y-Yeah?"
"I...did like it." He said reaching a soft frequency I thought only I could hit.
My eyes widened, and then I could hear him moving in his bed above me. He jumped down, and we were looking into each others eyes. It was dark, but I could still see those beautiful blue eyes.
"You mean that?" I asked.
"Yeah...y'know...it's been tough 'cause for a while now, I kind of...been thinkin about you differently." He mumbled out, and lord was it adorable.
"Same here." I said, smiling softly.
"Really? That's a big relief. Hey, I'm sorry about not respondin' and makin' you feel bad." He said shyly.
"That's okay, I don't know what came over me, myself."
"Mattie..."
"Yeah?"
"Can we try again?"
My eyes widened considerably, and I felt like my heart was going to stop dead in its tracks.
"I-If you w-want." I stuttered on uselessly. My whole body was on fire now.
He got into my bed and we laid down together under the sheets, just staring into each other's eyes like they were the only things in the world. I don't know how long it was, but when I saw Alfred give his lips a quick lick I knew it was starting.
He gulped a bit and leaned forward, our lips met softly, timidly at first. It was so sweet, but Alfred was never the one to do things gently. He nibbled on my lower lip and I moaned and gave him entrance to my mouth. It was amazing how his tongue explored every inch of my mouth, it wrestled with my tongue for dominance and won. We were panting and sucking at each other's lips, trying our best to taste more of each other. When we finally parted, Alfred looked a bit shaken.
"H-Hey, bro. I'm sorry, that was too fast." He said.
"No, I liked it." I said out of breath but I would be lying if I didn't say it. I wanted more, more of my Alfie, my brother.
I gave his lips a little peck and he gave a little peck back, then before we knew it we were back at devouring each other. I moaned his name so many times I lost count, and the moment he brushed his hand up my spine I knew I would never be the same.
I loved my brother, I wanted him more then anything.
If only we were older and lived alone, then things would be easier. Our dad was right down the hall so we had to keep quiet. Even kissing each other was bit scary, because our father for some reason might just decides to walk in on us. He might even separate us for good, I wouldn't be able to deal with that.
After our make-out session we fell asleep together. I was so happy but I knew in the depth of my heart that just kissing in secret wouldn't be enough.
