Hi Again. SOO story three is a FACE coupling. I just can't seem to get myself away from US/Uk even when I add other characters…sigh. Oh well. I love them so please read on. Enjoy the smut and let me know what you think. Oh and please excuse my awful abuse of the French language.
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Their day started out like most their days do. Alfred waking up alone in bed his lovers spot empty and the smell of burning food filling the American's house. Alfred groaned under his breath pushing himself up and out of bed his muscles stinging in protest. He and Arthur had had a sexathon the day before and the taller blond had hoped it would keep England in bed this morning and away from the kitchen. No such luck.
"Arthur…babe?" America called walking through the house naked as the day he was born searching for his lover.
"In here, try this!" Arthur said as Alfred turned the corner and got a mouthful of something that might have been eggs once. He managed to keep the burned beyond recognition food in his mouth for a total of ten seconds before he spit them out in the sink.
"Did I do something to make you mad Arty?" He whined pitifully gagging into the stainless steel sink and kicking on the water to rinse his mouth out. Gross, that taste was going to be with him all damn day now. When Arthur didn't respond with some sharp British reply about how Alfred was a "sodding git. With no real taste." Setting Alfred on edge and making him look over his shoulder. Shit…He cursed mentally.
Arthur was still standing behind him hands covering his face to concealed his tears, but nothing could hid the way his thin shoulders shook with his silent sobbing. Whatever had been left on the spoon Arthur had shoved into Alfred's mouth was now on the floor trying to crawl away. 'probably to try and kill itself.' Alfred though pitying the poor charred black creation.
"Oh Arty. Come on now!" Alfred said pushing his glasses up his noise and walking towards his lover. "We have always known you cooking sucks why is today any different?"
"I HATE you!" Arthur yelled pushing his ex-colony away when he tried to pull England into a hug. "I hate you so damn much!" and with that Arthur fled leaving a very startled very confused American behind blinking after him as he locked himself into the bathroom.
"Arty…Arthur." Alfred sighed gathering his wits about him and following after the messy haired blond. Once he reached the bathroom Arthur had barricaded himself in he knocked sighing and feeling a little put out. All he wanted to do damn it was wake up one morning with the brit still tucked safely in his arms sleeping soundly and his stomach in no danger of being turned inside out. Was that so much to ask? Sometimes he still wondered if the British man was punishing him for leaving all those years ago. "Arthur honey, come on let me in."
"Fuck off!" Alfred blinked at the reply before smiling. "I would love to but my partner in such activities is hiding from me." He replied hoping to embarrass the Briton out of hiding. His only reply was a heart breaking sob. "Arty…honey what's wrong?" he asked shifting nervously. God he hated tears. He never knew what to do when people cried. What was the right thing to say? Where one should put their hands. It was all so difficult. When another heart breaking sob was his reply Alfred did they only thing he could possibly do to solve the situation.
He called Matt.
The Canadian had been over to his house in record time when he told his almost twin what was happening. "Where is he?" He asked ripping the front door open panting as if he had run the whole way. Francis was smiling happily behind waving at Alfred.
The American was left standing awkwardly in the hall with France as Matthew spoke softly through the bathroom entrance before he was let in the door slamming and locking behind him. "Mon Cher what did you do?" Francis teased.
Alfred sighed rubbing the back of his head. "I haven't got a clue…" It took him a moment but he saw Francis raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow at him and he realized he still wasn't dressed. "I…will be right back." The younger nation said quickly fleeing from the room thanking his lucky stars that he hadn't been accosted by the normally handsy Frenchmen.
He could still remember the last time Francis had gotten a little too hands on with him at that New Year's Eve party and Arthur had nearly killed them both. It wasn't his fault he had gotten a little too drunk and France had whispered sweet French nothings in his ear he could only half understand. He had a thing for accents, it wasn't his fault honest! The damn Frenchman just had great hair and was too suave for his own good. He could probably talk Belarus into bed the sick bastard.
America pushed the thoughts of France away and hurried to put on his clothes incase Matthew needed him for anything. Arthur was known to have his little temper tantrums but normally he was angry and screaming and hitting. Not upset and crying and hiding. When he got back down stairs he found the other three blonds waiting in the kitchen. Francis had been backed into a corner by a crazy eyed Arthur wielding a wooden spoon and Matthew was trying to calm him down apologizing profusely for whatever comment the Frenchmen had made. "You look like you're feeling better." Alfred said unabashedly hooking his arms around lover's waist tugging him a little away from the laughing embodiment of France. It was his silent form of thanks for not being groped earlier though the perverted nation didn't seem to know it and just smiled at the two of them lewdly. "ils sont Matthieu trop joli. Je ne sais pas si je peux me comporter moi-même s'ils le continuent. (They are too cute Matthew. I do not know if I can behave myself if they keep this up.)
Arthur's massive eyebrows furrowed as he heard the frog speak in the awful language as Alfred ran the words over in his mind trying to make sense of them. He knew French…He would know French better if he spent more time in Louisiana but he had been busy, what with his constant meetings with Mexico about the boarder issue and the almost urgent drive to learn mandarin Chinese seeing at the language was catching on like wild fire lately.
"regardez-vous Francis. Je ne suis pas dans l'humeur. L'Angleterre est très affectée assez sans vous lui faisant des laisser-passer déjà." (watch yourself Francis. I am not in the mood. England is upset enough without you making passes at him already.) Matthew spoke up cutting off whatever insult the Englishmen was about to make about the French language. Insulting Francis was fine. Insulting sweet Matthew was not. "Now Arthur." Matthew said gently directing his attention back to the smaller man. "let's get started ok."
"What are we getting started on?" Alfred asked placing a chaste kiss on his messy haired lovers neck.
"YOU, are not doing anything." Matthew said sharply to his lookalike. "So just sit still for once and keep your insensitive mouth closed." Alfred winced. He wasn't sure what he had done but it had to have been bad if even Matt was mad enough to be harsh with him. When Arthur pulled away he let him go without a fuss and pouted when he heard Francis chuckling next to him.
"Why does that bloody frog have to be here again?" Arthur muttered.
"Je suis désolé, Arthur." (I'm sorry) Canada spoke softly. "I wasn't sure what the problem was when Alfred called me and I was afraid I might need help beat him up for you."
Arthur blush at that causing Francis to chuckle again and Alfred to raise an eyebrow. Bring France to fight him. Comical. His lover echoed his thoughts. "I can think of far better people for you to bring along then that victoryless dimwit."
"Ah well he was the one closest to me at the time so…" Canada said now sporting a blush of his own to which Arthur frowned looking hard at his past colony and Francis smile like Matthew had said something obscene. "Ok well first thing first we have to get all of our ingredients together!" He said doing his best to distract the now angry looking Englishmen.
"Francis…What is Mattie doing?" America asked as the two sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen watching Matthew speak softly to Arthur, pointing at a pan or a temperature nob as he went.
"Ah well you see. Apparently," France said turning to face America crossing one leg over the other a delicately tucking a stray wavy lock behind his ear. "L'angleterre wants to cook for you."
Alfred rolled his eyes at that. "Obviously he wants to cook, France. He has been trying to force feed me his poisons meals for the whole of my life. What happened today? Why is he all…" Alfred waved his hand in Arthur's general direction as if to make his point.
Francis was unabashedly smiling at him. "You really don't know do you?" He asked. "Pauvres angleterre." (Poor England) He said laughing and leaning back in his seat some to look Alfred over as the younger nation pouted.
"Shut your mouth frog!" Arthur snapped stopping Alfred from learning any more about what he had done wrong.
"Ah Arthur you have to stay by your food and watch it!" Canada called pulling the Brit back towards the stove and whatever it was they were cooking, looking at France a little longer then necessary with a frown fix on his face before turning around again. France smiled a little more at the prolonged attention from his secret lover. He wondered how far he would have to push to get Matthew to come right out and scold him. Oh how he loved a demanding Canadian. He knew they were there to help England but what could it hurt to have a little fun with America before the main event started.
"Amérique. Mon Cher…how have you been lately hum? You have been out in the sun a lot I can tell. You have that healthy glow on your skin." He brushed a hand along America's exposed portion of collarbone loving the way the boy shivered when he did. Oh how he wished to just cut to the chase but Arthur would surely have his head if he did. Mmm then again Arthur could have his head anytime he wanted. He thought perversely imagining those wonderful British lips wrapped around his cock.
"Ah well. I have been good I guess. Having some hard times but so is everybody lately you know…So I can't really complain." Alfred said rubbing the back of his head looking cute. Not cute like Canada was cute. As similar as the two looked they were both so different even down to the way they were cute. Oh how he wanted them both.
"You are just so modest Amérique. That's why so many country's look up to you. You have such optimism. Très fantastique." He placed his hand on Alfred's leg. Too high above the knee to be friendly too low to be considered blatantly uncouth.
"AH!" the startled cry drew both France and America's eyes away from each other and to the two nations tangled together on the floor…covered in the sticky sweet goodness of chocolate. "Oh Arthur I'm so sorry!" Canada gasped sounding and looking in all honesty sincere in his apology but Francis knew better. The little passive aggressive bastard had done it on purpose to get back at him for touching America's thigh.
"Canada! Angleterre! Are you alright?" He asked hopping up from his seat America following after him nervously.
"S-shit." England cursed blinking up at the golden haired blond above him. He and Alfred really did look alike didn't they? He though before blushing fiercely and looking away from wide innocent purple eyes. "Oh no! You're not hurt are you?" Canada asked his hands pushing away England's shit to boldly check for 'wounds' smearing chocolate along the way.
"O-ohhh." Arthur barely bit down a moan as the warm melted sweetness was brushed against his skin. "Oh no I'm-I'm- I'm quiet alright thank you!"
"Are you sure?" Canada asked. "Oh what's this? Does this hurt?" The wavy haired younger nation brought his face dangerously close to Arthurs newly exposed nipple letting his breath ghost over it and Arthur struggled to hold back a moan. "n-n-no!" He almost shrieked.
"Matthew!" Francis said startled watching his love act so shamelessly. Perhaps he had pushed him a little too far this time. The name that rolled of France's lips was instantly mimicked by England as the Canadian lapped at his chocolate covered nipple before latching on and sucking to clean it. America had to grip the table to steady himself at the sights and sounds now surrounding making his head swim. "Jessssus." He hissed feeling his pants tighten painfully. "Are you sure you're not hurt Arthur?" Canada purred softly his chocolate covered hand trailing down pale English skin dangerously close to the hem of his pants. Big purple sinfully innocent looking eyes met large startled green as his hand slipped past the pants and wrapped around the hidden member inside. "I could…double check for you." When an open mouth kiss was laid across Arthur's stomach all three men gasped. France's hand was shoved down his pants watching wide eyed and breathless, Arthurs head was rolled back hands wrapped into Matthews's wavy locks, and Alfred was caught in this awful in-between of being jealous and being more turned on then he had ever been in his whole life.
"Francis." Canada purred. "I made such a mess. Could you help me clean up?"
The Frenchman was on the floor pulling Arthur's shirt all the way off and lapping up his spine in 0.2 seconds. One of the British man's hands reached back and laced through perfectly shiny tresses pulling the other up to latch onto a pale neck while simultaneously pushing almost perfectly matching curls further down his stomach towards his aching hidden need.
"A-arthur!" Alfred whimpered wanting to be invited over to join the group too. He was met by three pairs of eyes. Angry shape beautiful green, gentle mocking vibrant purple, and deep laughing shining blue.
"You have a problem?" Arthur snapped as the younger just stared open mouthed and wordless.
"I-you-B-but…but I wanna play too!" He finally whined and Francis chuckled again. "Il gémit comme un enfant" (He still whines like a child)
"être gentil France. L'Amérique n'est pas l'habitude d'avoir à demander des choses." (be nice France. America is not used to having to ask for things.) Canada replied leaning up and placing a kiss on Francis lips over Arthurs shoulder. The Frenchman hummed happily into the kiss while running hands playfully up and down the Britons pale sides making him shiver before pulling away.
"What do you think Angleterre?" He purred nipping at his ear. "Should we let him play to?" Alfred whimpered begging Arthur with his eyes to let him.
He had never strayed after Arthur and he became an 'item' as his people were calling now a days. But he would be lying if he said he hadn't day dreamed about other nations a time or two. And now he had three of them lying on his kitchen floor covered in chocolate. THREE of them. Good God in heaven it would take a saint to not jump in on that and he was far from a saint.
Arthur was looking at him with those hard angry eyes still though and he could feel the urge the other had to tell him 'no. Fuck off. You couldn't even remember why today was special.' So…He did the only thing he could think to do. He dropped to his knees and started to crawl seductively towards his partner using his best 'I'm a good little colony' voice that he generally saved for when Arthur was having a rough time and needed some kinky sex. "England…please."
His American pride raged at him for acting so submissive in front of Canada and France but his Libido kept him from crawling in a hole and just dying from shame. "Please I'll remember next time. I promise. I will try so hard…" He was across the floor now keeping his head lower the Arthurs and let his mouth hover near his targets ear. "to be a good boy for you."
He heard Arthur suck in a sharp breath and felt a smile pull at his face. He had won. "Fucking little ungrateful brat." He heard the dirty blond hiss under his breath so he nipped his skin holding back a laugh. "You love me anyway."
"Twat." Next thing he knew he was on the ground being stripped by three pairs of hands and had a set of chocolate covered Canadian fingers up his ass.
Well….this wasn't turning out like he thought.
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