"I hate you, you bloody git!" Arthur shouted across the almost-empty conference room.
"Yeah, well, I hate you too. Get over it, dude. Doesn't change the fact that I want to screw your brains out."
Arthur gaped at the young nation in shock.
"…..the fuck…..?"
"Oh, please," Alfred retorted, annoyed. "Don't even try to pretend that you don't feel it too. Do you even realize how many times I've had to stop myself from fucking you senseless right where you stand? Your lucky I have some self-control." Alfred walked around the table toward him, and Arthur reflexively stepped back, only to find the table behind him.
"But even I have my limit, Arthur….." he said softly.
Finally, Arthur found his voice again.
"But, Alfred…..I…. I'm not GAY!"
"You know as well as I do that your hiding from the truth, Iggy. And as much as you may hate me for rebelling, you want me that much more…" Alfred took two quick steps forwards, effectively pinning the older nation between his body and the table. Green eyes stared up into blue, and Arthur found himself spellbound.
"Please, Alfred….. Please don't…."
Alfred leaned in close, so close that their lips were only a breath apart.
"Don't what, Arthur? Don't do this?"
The American covered Arthurs lips with his own, letting loose all his pent up emotions, all his frustration, all his longing, into one explosive kiss. Unable to help himself, Arthur let out a moan as he felt Alfred's tongue along his lower lip, begging for entrance as their kiss deepened. Suddenly, Alfred pulled away.
"Please don't what, Arthur?"
"Please…..please don't stop….."
