Alrighty. I knew this would be coming eventually.

My sister asked me to write a USUK lemon fic, and I had to incorporate ribbon into it. There's only one thing that can lead to... *smirks*

I don't own Axis Powers Hetalia, Hidekaz Himaruya does. (If I did, this stuff would be happening in every episode...)

"Are you sure you don't need help carrying that out? It's pretty big..." The girl behind the counter asked sweetly.

A blonde man with lavender eyes grinned and hoisted the tall box into his arms. There was nothing in it, so it was light enough. "Zat won't be necessary, ma chere, I'll be fine. Thank you though!"

The girl blushed, not used to being spoken to in such a manner. "Y-You're welcome! Have a nice day!" She answered as he turned to leave, somehow looking around the box to watch where he was walking.

He looked sideways over his shoulder back at the innocent girl. "Au revoir."

TTT

The doorbell sounded so suddenly a green-eyed nation dropped the tea cup he was holding, sending it crashing to the floor. Thank God it was empty and cushioned by the carpet.

"Who could it possibly be?" He opened the door.

"Ah! Bonsoir, Arthur! Am I invited inside?"

Oh. It was Francis.

"Sure, why not." Arthur asked, voice holding a hint of suspicion as he eyed the very large box the Frenchman held. "What the bloody hell is that for?" He asked as it was put down on the floor.

Completely ignoring the question, Francis grinned. "What are you doing at a fine hour such as this one, Arthur?"

The Briton rolled his eyes. "I happen to be getting ready for Alfred's Christmas party, which you should be doing now instead of showing up at my house with a..." He lectured, peering at the box again. "... very big box."

Francis crossed his arms. "But Arthur, I am getting ready. In fact, this is the last thing zat needs to be done."

Arthur gave him a confused looked. "What on earth does a box have to do with anything?"

A smirk. "Why, his present of course."

The Briton's eyebrows knitted. He didn't like that smirk one bit. "Francis... What are you getting him?" He hoped the man wasn't giving the younger country something dangerous.

The older nation stepped forward, glancing at the floor as he made his way around the Englishman and behind him. Arthur didn't notice, and therefore did not follow him. "Zat information is classified... but you'll see soon enough." The Frenchman slipped his hand into his pocket and his fingers wound around something narrow.

Arthur rolled his eyes again. "Is it really that bad?"

Suddenly, Francis swooped down behind Arthur and, before the Briton could react, jabbed a needle into the back of his neck. "Heh. Mission successful."

Arthur spun around, eyes ablaze with fury. "What the bloody fuck was that for, y-y-you... g-g... g-git...?"

The effects were instantaneous. Francis smirked as Arthur collapsed to the floor, eyes slowly closing. "Zat was just too easy." He strode over to Arthur's limp body and lifted it bridal style, placing it on the living room couch. He drew out something bright red from his pocket and began his work. "You'd better be grateful Alfred. Moi, being the most experienced in l'amour and feelings, I took it upon myself to help you two to resolve the obvious sexual tension between yourselves. I hope you find your Christmas gift... rather enjoyable." Francis smirked to himself.

TTT

"Frenchie! I'm glad you could make it this year!" A loud, boisterous voice greeted the Frenchman.

The grin from before still sat on his face. "Bonsoir, Alfred!" He replied as he entered the house, already filled with music and lights and people. "What a great turn out."

Alfred grinned back. "Yeah, once everyone heard how awesome the party was going to be they just had to come!"

Francis looked around the room casually, folding his arms. "Is everyone here now?" He asked, knowing full well the answer.

Alfred's wide grin lessened a bit at the inquiry. "No, the only person who didn't show up yet is Arthur, come to think of it."

It took every single drop of Francis' will power to stop himself from smirking like a maniac. "Is zat so?"

TTT

When nobody was watching, Francis snuck out the back door and around to the side of the house, where he'd hidden the box. By some miracle he'd gotten through the back door and up the stairs into Alfred's master bedroom, where he was certain the American slept. He lugged the box, now somewhat heavy, into the room and shut the door.

Sliding the large box to the foot of the king sized bed, his smirk returned from before. He stared at the box in such a manner that if the thing was a person they'd have run as far as they could. "Au revoir, Angleterre. Have fun..." He said quietly, and left the room.

TTT

It was now a few hours into the party, and everything was going smoothly. Why? Because Francis was here and Arthur was not. There would surely be some bickering or problem if they were together. Alfred was quiet as he stood in the corner, watching as everyone went by with plates of food he had catered for dinner. He eyed the drinks: of course there was soda, but then he'd also provided some Heineken and asked Francis to suggest some type of wine.

"Where's Arthur? He hasn't shown up..." Alfred thought to himself, saddening. "Why didn't he come? I'd even invited him first." The American sank back into the wall and glued his eyes to the opposite wall. The party was more than half way through, there'd be no point for the Englishman to come now. Alfred sighed quietly.

TTT

"Merry Christmas! Yeah you too! Hope you had fun!" Alfred pulled a big smile as everyone left, waving a bit as they got into their cars. When the last person walked out, he came back inside and closed the door, grin falling to the floor and shattering. He spun around from the door and shot an icy glare at the man standing in the middle of his living room. "What?"

He grinned. "Oh, nothing."

Alfred growled. "Get out, Francis."

Sighing in mock sadness, Francis strode over to the front door and let himself out. "Bonne nuit."

Alfred watched through darkened cerulean eyes as the door clicked closed. He locked it up and collapsed onto one of the armchairs, holding a hand to his forehead. "Arthur... Why didn't you come? I really wanted you here..." He thought sadly.

Alfred made his way into the kitchen and absentmindedly over to the drinks. "Hn. What's so great about this wine anyway?" He mused, turning the bottle over in his hands. "I guess I'll try it..." The American chose a wine glass from the cabinets of the counter and filled it a bit less than half way. He raised it to his lips and took a sip.

Alfred's eyes widened and he flew over to the sink. "Gaaaaahh!" He groaned as he spit it out and down the drain. "How the hell does he drink that crap?" Alfred spilled out the rest of it and dumped the glass in the sink. The American sighed. "I guess I'll just go to bed..."

He trudged up the stairs, loosening his crimson tie as he ascended them. Alfred pulled it off as he kicked open the door to his room. The door clicked closed and he looked up, and that's when he saw it. Alfred dropped his tie on the floor and his mouth opened a bit. "What? Is that a present...?"

TTT

Fuzzy darkness greeted the Briton as he came back to reality. He blinked a few times, waking himself up, and the fuzzy darkness became just darkness. "What...? Where am I?"

Arthur reached up and rubbed his eyes- or, at least, he tried to. Fully alert now, the Briton felt his wrists bound together behind his back. "Bloody hell...?" He whispered, and his breath hitched in his throat. This was scary.

Then, a very familiar voice. "It's definitely a Christmas present... But from who?"

Arthur's heartbeat skyrocketed. "A-Alfred?" He fidgeted with his bound wrists again. "Wh-What is he talking about?"

"There's no tag or anything... and it's pretty big..."

Arthur's eyes widened in the darkness. Oh no. Oh no no no no no. Words and choppy sentences ran through his mind, ultimately piecing together one idea. "Francis! That bloody fucking frog! He put me in a box? Why the bloody hell..." He stopped. "Wait a minute... I'm in a box... A present box? And Alfred..." Arthur blushed a deep red, despite the fact no one could see him.

TTT

Alfred eyed the box carefully. It was perfectly wrapped in shiny green wrapping paper, and tied up tightly with a bright red ribbon. "I guess I'll just open it..."

The American strode over to the present and ripped the ribbon apart easily, throwing it to the side. He grabbed a fold in the wrapping paper and tore it open, revealing tan cardboard. "Hm..." His eyebrows knitted as he tore the rest of the paper away and squished into a ball, placing it next to him on the floor. He gripped the flaps of the box, which were taped down, and pulled them open.

Alfred's eyes widened. Inside the box... he had opened the box to see...

"Er... Happy Ch-Christmas?"

Alfred blinked. "Arthur?"

The older nation blushed. "Er..."

"Wait... Were you here the whole time?" The American asked.

"W-Well, that bleeding frog Francis came to my house and then..."

But Alfred wasn't listening, rather, his cerulean eyes roamed all over the Briton's body, darkening the slightest bit when they came to the slut-red ribbon keeping his tiny wrists bound together, tied in a big, perfect bow. Fighting the urge to lick is lips, the American took in the whole image before him, the deep blush on the older nation's face acting as the icing on the cake. A very sweet cake...

"and then- Alfred? Are you even listening?

The larger man leaned forward over the top of the box, eyes narrowing. A sinfully delicious cake...

Arthur's emerald green eyes widened a bit, blushing harder. "A-Alfred?"

"I wanna hear what it sounds like when you scream that name..." Alfred ripped off a side of the box and knelt down in front of Arthur, placing his hands on either of the Briton's knees.

"Wh-What are you- ah!" Arthur gave a nervous yelp when they fell backwards, the box under them. Alfred now leaned over him, and smirked at the fact that the older nation had to arch his back a bit to make room for his hands under it, which were still tied up. "..."

Alfred crashed his lips down onto the pair beneath his, pressing hard. Arthur gasped at the contact. This was wrong! But yet, no part of him cared and his eyes fluttered shut, pushing back up on the American's lips. Alfred slipped a hand underneath the arch in Arthur's back and just barely grazed the pad of his thumb across the skin underneath the Briton's shirt. Arthur inhaled a shaky breath in response and arched his back further.

The American wrapped both arms around the other nation and lifted him up off the floor, standing up. He pushed him down onto the bed and reconnected their lips, immediately getting to work on the Briton's shirt.
Alfred undid one button at a time until he finally opened the front of the shirt and slid it slowly from Arthur's shoulders and left it at his wrists, as it could go no further.

"So tell me, Arthur..." Alfred whispered into the Briton's neck, licking the skin. "Who tied you up so beautifully..."

Arthur shuddered, eyes half-lidded. "Wh-What does it matter?"

"I guess you're right..." The American replied as he bit down lightly on the Briton's right nipple, earning a light yelp from him.

"Alfred..."

He moved to the other one and kept teasing the right one with his fingers. Arching his back, Arthur let out a shaky breath, wrists shaking against the ribbon and his shirt. Alfred ripped his own shirt open to feel his chest against the smaller man's, the sensation making him moan like a whore.

Arthur felt the younger undo the button to his pants and pull them off. He heard a soft plop; they must've hit the floor. But suddenly, there was no more heat. He opened his eyes to find Alfred sitting up. "Wh-What...?"

"Don't move, Arthur. I'll be right back."

"Fine."

Less than a minute later Alfred returned with something in his hand. He shook it.

"What is that?" The American grinned and Arthur watched as he squirted something white and fluffy into his own mouth. "What the bloody hell are you doing?"

Alfred swallowed it, licking his lips slowly as he stared down at Arthur. The older nation blushed a bit as he watched this. "Where did Alfred learn to make that face?"

"Whipped cream. Want some?" Alfred asked huskily, and without waiting for an answer, squirted some of it into the Briton's mouth.

It was sweet, incredibly sweet. The American crashed their lips together and shoved his tongue past Arthur's lips, creating a passionate kiss. Arthur kissed back hard, feeling the sweet white fluff melt and mix with his saliva.

The kiss ended all too soon though, as Alfred broke away and squirted the whipped cream down Arthur's neck and chest, making a few zigzagging marks on the way down. He bent low over the smaller man's panting body and licked all the cream up, eyes rolling back into his head at each sigh and gasp he'd heard.

"B-Bloody hell... Alfred..." Arthur panted, face flushed.

But Alfred was nowhere near done. He shook the can again and made more zigzagging paths across the nation's lower chest and stomach, filling up his belly button. Arthur groaned loudly as he dipped his tongue in it, again, licking it all up.

Alfred watched the Briton pant for a moment, absentmindedly undoing the button on his pants and letting the waistband drop down lazily. Then he hooked his fingers inside the man's boxers and pulled them off, readying the whipped cream again. He squirted it down from Arthur's lower stomach all the way down to where he'd been aiming to go the whole time. The Briton hissed as the cool fluff covered the top of his erection. Alfred wrapped his hand around it and rubbed it slowly, spreading the whipped cream as he did so.

Arthur had to bite his bottom lip to keep from screaming. "D-Dammit, Alfred! You b-bloody tease!" The American ran his fingers in circular motions and only once over the moist tip, hard enough for him to feel it, but soft enough to drive him absolutely insane. Alfred smirked as he watched the man underneath him pant and sweat.

"You're so fucking sexy..." He said before replacing his hand with his mouth.

Arthur instantly lost his ability to form coherent sentences. He tugged against his binds again, and whimpered as he turn his head to the side. His body shook in anticipation as Alfred's tongue ran along the bottom of his erection and back up to the top, cleaning off any whipped cream that was left. Alfred blindly pushed Arthur's legs open and once more did the smaller man here the shaking and squirting of the whipped cream can.

Alfred gave a final, hard suck and let it go with a small popping noise. The American snaked a hand underneath Arthur's back and coaxed it up off the bed enough to fit his hand. He ran his fingers down the Briton's back, making him shudder. However, Arthur wouldn't have ever been ready for what came next.

The older felt a cool, slimy finger enter him. Alfred earned a scream of pain and Arthur's now hazy green eyes squeezed closed. "A-Alfred! Haaaaaa!"

The American held the smaller man in place as he squirmed, flopping is head to the other side. Alfred had to shudder at this sight. Sweat made the tips of Arthur's light blonde hair stick to his face, each one in the perfect spot. A deep red flush had developed across his cheeks and his eyes were shut tightly.

Alfred leaned over so he hovered over Arthur's face, kissing him lightly on the cheek. "You're so beautiful..." He watched as the Briton's eyes opened slowly opened his eyes and tilted his head up a bit to kiss the younger nation, who kissed back with matching fervor. It was a great distraction for Arthur as Alfred inserted a second finger, pulling them in and out and in all directions. Arthur moaned into the American's mouth as a third finger was added, and he received a moan in reply back as he was kissed harder.

Alfred jabbed his fingers deep within the Briton one more time before finally withdrawing all three of them and wiping them off on the bed. His shaking hands pulled off his own pants and boxers, which were beginning to become a bit damp. He hissed as his own rock-hard erection met the open air. Alfred gathered a generous amount of whipped cream in his hand and proceeded to lubricate his hard-on until he was satisfied; it didn't take very long.

Arthur watched through glazed, half-lidded eyes. "A-Are you really using whipped cream for that...?"

His darkened cerulean eyes screwed up in desire as he hastily pitched the can of white fluff off the bed and across the room, where it was to be forgotten. "You better believe I am." Alfred replied, voice husky. He hoisted one of Arthur's legs onto his shoulder and stroked the inside of the other thigh gently, almost seductively, as he got up on his knees and positioned himself. "Are you ready, Arthur?"

Arthur shuddered at the tone of his voice. "Y-Yes."

No more was said. Alfred pounded straight into a tight, hot space, loving the way the nation beneath him screamed and squirmed when he hit. The American supported himself with one hand while reaching under Arthur's arched back with the other and tugged open the ribbon that held his wrists together.

Free at last, Arthur reached both arms up and wrapped them around Alfred's neck. "A-Alfred..."

The American moaned loudly. "I d-don't... know if I'll be able to cont-trol myself if you make another sound like that..." He choked into the nation's ear, thrusting harder and rolling his hips.

Arthur gasped. "S-So don't..."

Alfred shuddered and planted a few open-mouthed kisses on the Briton's neck, his own breathing heavy. "Jesus, Arthur..."

Arthur leaned into his lips and tightened his arms around the younger's neck. "Nngh... kiss... me... you git..."

Smiling inwardly, Alfred complied and pressed his lips to the Briton's. One large hand made its way into Arthur's light blonde hair, damp around the edges. Arthur unwound on of his arms from the American's neck and laid a hand on the side of his face, deepening an already deep kiss.

They had to break apart, however, when Alfred jerked his hips again, earning another gasp from the smaller man.

The American's eyes rolled back in his head and he bit back a groan. Those sounds drove him absolutely nuts.

Another thrust. "Haaaa!"

It wasn't long now until he lost his mind. Alfred pounded again, he had a feeling he was close to finding a certain spot.

"A-Alfred, I-I am very close, it won't be much longer-"

"T-Try and hold out a l-little longer, I can't fi-"

But then he did find it, he could tell by the way Arthur threw his head back and screamed like he'd never before. Alfred kissed him on the cheek. "Th-That's it... Holy crap..."

It felt like a drug, the way Alfred made him feel, even more so at that moment. "Alfred!"

The larger man almost cummed right then and there at the sound of his name. "Gahh! Oh God, Arthur..." It only took one more shot at his prostate and they both lost themselves in ecstasy, releasing the tight feeling in their midsections.

Arthur shivered at the feeling of warm, sticky semen dripping out of him and down his legs. He gazed up into the younger nation's cerulean eyes, so overwhelmed with emotion that a few tears escaped his own green ones. Between heavy panting Alfred gave him an uncertain look, in response to which Arthur grabbed his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss of overflowing passion. The American removed himself from the slighter man and softly laid beside him, kissing back as best as he could.

"I love you..."

"I love you..."

They spoke quietly, as if any louder would break the precious moment.

"So Arthur, will you ever tell me who tied you up so I can murder them?" Alfred grinned, running his fingers through light blonde locks.

Arthur's eyes widened. "You will do no such thing!"

Very blue eyes stared back into his own emerald green ones.

The Briton faltered. "F-Fine... It was bloody Francis..."

Alfred raised his eyebrows. "How did I not see that coming?"

"Blimey, you wouldn't really injure him, yes?"

Alfred smirked inwardly. "Well, I can't make any promises-"

"Alfred!"

"-but since it bothers you this much I'll have to resist the urge." His smirk made itself known.

Arthur blushed slightly and tried to look annoyed, only to fail miserably.

"I mean really, Arthur, him tying you up, it kinda crosses a line..."

The Briton didn't respond.

Alfred inched his face closer so their noses almost touched. " A line..." His voice was flavored by the smirk.

"Oh shut it." Arthur scowled.

Alfred kissed him on the cheek. "Oh, and thanks for, um, coming to the party?"

The older nation rolled his eyes. "Oh please, Alfred..." Then he grinned. "Happy Christmas."

The American laughed softly, pulling the smaller frame to his own and giving Arthur a quick squeeze. "Thanks."

Arthur's eyebrows knitted. "What on earth is so funny?"

Alfred laid his forehead against the Briton's. "I love the way you say it. It's so cute!"

"Well how do you say it?"

"We say 'merry' Christmas."

Arthur sighed. "That sounds strange."

"Probably because you don't celebrate Christmas."

"That's beside the point. If I were to wish someone a happy Christmas I would most definitely say 'happy'."

"It's still cute."

A blush. "Yes, yes, as you've said earlier."

Alfred grinned. "I promise I won't shoot Francis." He said it so bluntly that Arthur just had to grin back.

"That would be nice." The Briton pulled the larger in for a soft kiss, sighing in contentment.

They broke apart, but not very far, and eventually fell deep into sleep, staying the whole night in each other's arms.

Back in his own home, a certain man lounged comfortably on his deep mahogany couch, staring out the open window at a dark ocean; the night sky. A myriad of stars reflected as tiny sparkles in his lavender eyes, and their light curved regally around the base of the wine glass held in his large, but soft hand. He lowered the glass from his lips set it down on the coffee table, smiling serenely. And somehow he knew that his endeavor had succeeded.

*Whistles* Nice job, Francis!

Francis: Why, je vous remercie.

Alex: We can always count on you to... yeah...

Francis: *smirks*

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-Alexandra