One Drunken Night

England's POV

I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the occasional drink…maybe I had it a bit more often than to really be considered occasional but still. I had to disagree with this huge rumor that I was an alcoholic. I wouldn't be surprised if that bloody America started it. Seriously you do so much for a child and then they grow up and make fun of you. He is always trying to get me to quit drinking…just because I may have said some personal things last time we went drinking together…and anytime before that.

But honestly who couldn't drink when you had to work with a bunch of idiots. I try hard to gain control of the meetings but it seems that the only person who is working with me is Germany. The meeting for the most part was filled with everyone arguing; now maybe that would make a bit more sense if it were arguing about the issues we were discussing…but it was usually about such trivial things. They shouted about whom's culture was better and stuff like that, it was hard when we had so many egos in one room. You had people like China, Russia, America and France all in one room, and all they really cared about was themselves, I would be lying if I said I didn't get caught up in the shouting once in a while. Like absolutely hate when that idiot America and stupid Frenchie insult my good cooking. Those two didn't know good taste if it went up to them and slapped them in the face, something I wanted to do France for a long time.

I sighed as I looked at my watch, another meeting over with barely anything settled, oh well I knew where I was going after this.

"Alright everyone, that's enough for today everyone, we'll meet again next month, to hopefully get some more work done. Everyone stopped fight and seemed to brighten up as they began packing up, the talking turned to only a few comments here and there. Damn, why couldn't they be like this during the actual meeting?

"Hey Caterpillar brows, you wanna come with a group of us and gets some drinks, I know how, much you like your sauce," America said approaching me. "I promise I won't bitch at you about how much you're drinking…well as long as you don't bring up the Revolutionary War again, I mean serious it's the past man. We are like best buddies now," he said throwing his arm around me, pulling me into a headlock hug sort of thing.

"Fine, fine, if you let go of me, I'll go," I said, he did his hero laugh and retracted his arm, smiling. I stood up and fixed my clothes, smoothing over the wrinkles.

"Yay, that's awesome~! I'm so glad you are coming," he said beaming.

"So who is coming anyway," I asked blushing at the thing that just happened.

"Well we got a whole group together. Russia is coming and bring his sexy ass sisters with him. China said he might go, but mostly because he totally has a thing for Russia. Germany agreed to come, dude can't say no to a beer, and you know Italy will tag along as well. And then I talked Canada and France into coming, it'll be great~!" He said.

"Uh…yeah, I guess," I said not really wanting to ruin his excitement. Though, I really didn't feel like hanging out now that that Frenchie was involved. I guess I was just lucky there would be booze there so I didn't really have to sit there and listen to him while he insult me like the big bearded faced ass he was.

I followed the others as they made their way chatting, out of the meeting room, I was the lonely one in the back of the group who was left out of the conversations and had no one to talk to, and once again, as everyone got into cabs, some in pairs of friends and some even in threes, I was the one who was left out and had to take my own cab all by myself. It made me ask myself, 'why was I going with them again?'

"Don't look so down, friend, it'll be fun, you should try to make more friends, none magical friends," Flying Mint Bunny said as he snuggled in my neck, I petted his head. He was right; all the friends I really hung out with were the ones that only I could see. I knew it was best that I go out with 'real' people, but what was the point if no one would talk to me?

"Where are you headed?" The cabbie asked.

"Just follow the cars in front of you," I said and he nodded and drove after the cars that held all the rest of the group. He made little small talk, he just drove, which I was thankful for. Maybe Uni, was right, maybe I really was a shut in, I mean I was only doing this to get all my magical friends and America off of my back, especial Captain hook, he had gone on and on about getting out, he had seriously been on my case, but it was hard not to love him, that ol scallywag~.

I rode in the cab for about fifteen minutes until we arrived at the bar, I paid the cab and walked out, everyone was already heading into the bar, and no one waited for me. Why did they even invite me? It didn't seem like anyone wanted me here? I wandered in and didn't even stop to sit at the table like the rest of them; if they were going ignore me might as well just beat them to the punch and isolate myself. I sat right at the bar. "One beer, please," I asked the bartender, he nodded and pulled out a cold beer bottle and opened it then passed me it. "Charge it to that table over there, they are friends," I said pointing to the table where everyone else sat. He smiled and nodded seeing me come in with them. I slowly drank my drink, staring down at the bar when I felt someone sit on the bar stool next to me. I didn't have to look over at him to know, who he was, he just always had this smell about him that told me it was him. I remember that scent even in my childhood. It wasn't a bad smell, just a sort of manly musk I guess, I had no real answer for why it made me blush…maybe I was just embarrassed for not having a manly musk of my own, yeah that must be it.

"One beer please," he said. It was odd, I never saw him drink much else other than wine.

I continued staring at the wood top of the bar, but I could feel his deep blue eyes on me. I just focused on the bar and drinking my drink and tried to pretend he wasn't there.

"Hello there Angleterre," France said trying to get my attention. I looked up and my eyes were suddenly captured by his addicted gaze…those ocean blue eyes…I snapped out of it and took a sip of my drink.

"What do you want France, here to make fun of me again?" I asked not looking at him, trying to make my expression look uncaring and aloof.

He chuckled, I could feel his smile. Stupid bearded bastard smile…. "Oh Angleterre, you know that is all in good fun," he said.

"My name is England, or Arthur, not that French crap that you keep saying," I said still trying to look aloof.

He laughed again. "Right…Arthur," he said. I let my eyes slide over and look at him. He surprised me a bit, usually he would have harped right on me for insulting French, and it was odd for him to just give in.

I turned to him.

"What do you want?" I repeated.

"Nothing," he said smiling. "I just thought it might be more fun to hang out with you than that group over there, they are all fine…just not my style." The bartender brought him his drink and he took a long swing and then glanced over and smiled.

"Why, you hate me?" I asked.

"Exactly why it would be more fun," he said he smiled slightly and then took another sip, I found myself blushing, I wasn't sure why.

"Whatever," I said going back to my drink.

"You seem so tense, you should really loosen up," France said. "You aren't working anymore, just try to relax"

"That's hard to do with you here annoying me," I said, he snorted.

"Do you really find me annoying, I mean really, because if I do than I'll leave you alone," he asked me, I could feel his eyes boring into me.

I blushed. "W-well…I guess not," I said and he smiled.

"Good, I'm glad," he said.

"Why?" I asked. "When have you ever really cared about what I thought," I asked him.

"Now, I suppose, I'd like to be more of your friend, I guess," he smiled and me and I turned at him and looked at him surprised. "Is that alright," he asked.

"Y-yeah, that's fine," I said completely taken aback.

"Great," he said, smiling and wrapping his arm around me hugging me lightly. I blinked and blushed.

"Yeah," I replied still surprised. "W-what brought all this on?" I asked and he smiled.

"We raised two children together…well I guess not together, but anyway they are adults now, so I suppose it is still too late to do this for them, but I still would like to at least be friends, we fight so much, and have this whole hate relationship between us and I just really don't like it. I want us to forget the past and just be friends, at least," he said, I saw his eyes look away for a second and he smiled a bit embarrassed.

At least, what the hell was that suppose to me, he wasn't going to try to be my best friend now was he, because that seriously wasn't going to happen.

He looked back over at me, meeting my eyes and smiling. "Then allow us to celebrate," he said and ordered us another round of drinks.

The rest of the night became more of a blur. I remember the two of us smiling and drinking and just laughing and having a wonderful time. It was wonderful. It was so much fun!

The confusing part was I never remembered getting home.

France's POV

The night of drinking was wonderful…until England started yelling at China.

"H-hey, hey, hey, you say that m-my food is terrible…at least I don't eat dogs!" He yelled at China.

"What," China said angrily.

"Y-y-yeah, why would you eat dogs, that's like…that's like eating…dogs! They are man's bestest friend," he said drunkenly.

"Hey, at least when I cook dogs people will eat, aru, unlike your nasty food!" China shouted back.

"Oh shut up, I show you eying Finland's dog!" England yelled at him

China stood up angrily and I ran over and grabbed England's arm and carried him away.

"I am very, very sorry China, he is really drunk, he didn't mean it, he loves your food," I said trying to cover for England.

"No I don't," he mumbled, I shushed him and pulled him out of the bar. "Hey! I wasn't done with my drink…I need to go get it," he said looking up at me.

"No, no, trust me, you have had enough," I pull him outside.

"No, I want more," he said whining like America used to when he was a child. I missed those days back when we were together, even if it only was to raise the children, it was nice, it felt like we were a family. I sighed.

"If you really want more I will let you have a bit of wine when we get home," I told him, he was looking at me with big puppy eyes; I guess I finally knew where the children got it from.

"Fine," he said smiling, he had a light blush on his cheeks from his night of drinking. I sighed satisfied and pulled out a cigarette and lit it, while I used my iPhone to call a cab. England looked up at me while we waited. "You know…I never really told you this because I was afraid but…you are actually really…beautiful, you know that?" he asked me. I blinked and slow blew the smoke out of the corner of my mouth.

"What," I said baffled.

"You, you are really…beautiful, I've never really looked at you like this," he said looking at me; his lovely emerald eyes were all alight. I blushed slightly.

"Wow you really must be drunk, I should really get you home," I told him taking another puff at my cigarette. His face puffed up slightly.

"I'm not drunk!" he shouted, slurring slightly. I chuckled.

"Right, right, whatever you say," I said, the Taxi finally pulled up, I opened the door and helped England inside and then got in next to him. I put out my cigarette and quickly told the driver my address, he nodded and began driving.

"You know I have always had a thing for hair men," England said. "I find it very attractive," he whispered as he reached over and ran his fingers through my small beard, he smiled alluringly at me. I blushed and looked away. I couldn't fall for all this, he's drunk, I've seen him when he was drunk, while I may have not have seen him acting like this, I do know that when he is drunk he doesn't quite act like himself. I suppose these could be his real feelings, he just isn't hiding behind his English pride to say them, but then again he might be so out of it that he doesn't know what he is saying. He has always hated me; I suppose the logical answer was the 2nd one. I sighed and pretend to look out the window to try to tell him I wasn't interested. He didn't really seem to get the message. He leaned in close to me his body pressing against my side. "Another thing I love is when men have this real manly musk about them, it's very alluring, like you certainly have a nice smell about you," he purred getting close. I blushed again. "And there is something alluring about the smell of cigarettes to, plus I know I act like I don't but the truth is I actually really like French food, it's really yummy…I'm sure there other French things that are yummy too," he purred in a sexy voice. My face turned bright red. Why am I blushing? I was known for being a dirty pervert, England was the prude, how did we get all switched around?

I sighed as we the cab pulled up at my house. Well this has certainly been an interesting night. I walked to my house and unlocked the door and helped England in, I sat him on the couch and then went to my wine cellar. I grabbed a bottle and took a swing; I could just not handle this. I took a long drink and then went to go see England. I went back to the living room and looked on the couch but I couldn't find him. I looked around but didn't seem to find him. I walked into the kitchen checking to see if he was raiding my fridge when I was attacked when I turned the corner. I felt his lips slam against mine with a lot of force he pulled me close and kissed me needily. I blinked in surprise and tried to fight it at first, I tried to push him away, but I found it harder and harder as each second passed. He didn't want this, I knew he didn't want this, if he were sober this wouldn't be happening now, but I just…I just couldn't help it. I could feel the alcohol on his breath and I'm sure he could taste it on my mouth too, but that didn't matter. I had dreamed about this for a long time. Sure I was always remembered for being a guy, who just hooked up constantly, but my feelings were always different for Arthur, it didn't matter how much we fought, I would never be able to keep myself from him. I kissed him back as he pulled me close. I didn't even blush as I felt his hands go to the buttons on my shirt; I just led him to the bedroom. This had been a dream of mine, I couldn't let it end, I wanted this for so long, and I couldn't let the chance get away.

I pushed him on to the bed and pulled my arms out of my shirt, he slid his hands down my chest and his fingers locked in my chest hair. I kissed him and started biting his neck as I removed his shirt as well; he continued to pet my chest. I pulled his shirt off and ran my hand down his bare, pale, and smooth chest. It was perfect porcelain, he really was an angel. As I kissed his chest and started a hickey, he stuck his hand down my pants and grabbed my vital regions. I let out a soft gasp and moan. He blushed and moaned as well.

"God, you are so much better than I even expected, damn, I want you inside me!" He moaned as he pulled my pants down, he began to put his mouth on my vital regions and I moaned my eyes shutting in ecstasy. He continued to work as I began to get an erection. I pulled him from me and threw him on the bed with pure sexual animosity running through me. I pulled his pants and boxer down, not bothering to even get it off all the way, just enough so I could get to his fine ass. I suck myself inside him and he let out a loud gasp followed by a moan. I grinded into him, going in and out of him, my hand went to his front and began to stroke Big Ben wand work. He kept moaning in pure ecstasy and sexual pleasure and with all this happening I just began to feel complete.

This was not the first time we did this, we had two colonies together, but that had been under different circumstances, it was angry hate sex, it was initiated by heated arguments, it wasn't until he kept rejecting me that I noticed he had played me. It was always me that was the player that just had sex and left to get on with my life, but with him I found myself thinking about him and longing for more.

This is how it was supposed to be, we were supposed to be together, we were suppose to make love not just have sex, this is what I wanted and this is what he wanted too…or at least that is what I thought….

Yet another story for me to procrastinate with? Yup~! I don't expect this to be long, I promise, a one, two maybe even three shot at the most, it's just an idea that has been playing in my head for a long time. I loooooooooove FrUK and I'm not really a hot sexy in detail writer but who doesn't love some good yaoi buttsex?

Alright so the original was removed, which pissed me off a bit, I kind of censored a bit but not taking out the main part of this chapter, to be honest, I don't agree with this being taken down, yes it has sexual context but I gave warning to that... plus I have seen a lot worse, and if Rape Fics can be up than sex should be allowed especially if it plays well in the story, this is not porn this is in my opinion a sexual expression between two character who obviously have feeling, hopefully this stays up, but if not thank you all for your support with this story to be honest i like this story and I hope they allow me to finish it.