.:USUK:.
.:My economy is kick-ass!:.
"SNORES-VILLE!" A loud, American voice shouted out. It was followed by a childish laughter and England screaming at Alfred to shut the hell up already.
It was just another meeting, with Germany discussing Europe's current economic state and how everybody needed to come up with a plan to save it or whatever.
How boring.
'What does this have to do with me?' The American thought numbly, twirling a pencil in his hands; his free hand holding his face as he stared off into space. 'I'm the hero! I don't have an "economic crises"' he wrinkled his nose at the thought.
England, on the other hand, found himself constantly worrying about America's economy. Though he'd rather die than admit to it, he cared for America deeply. He practically raised the man for Pete's sake!
'How can I get him to listen…?' he thought…if only…
A light bulb went off in his head. A smirked assembled on the Brit's face. He would have to wait after the meeting to put his devious plan to work, of course.
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The meeting ended the way it normally did, with half the countries reaching a conclusion and the other half arguing the whole time.
Arthur waited until everybody had left to make his way to the sleeping American. Alfred nearly always ended up falling asleep in meetings when nothing exciting went on ( I.E: France and England fighting. )
Arthur put his hands on the younger man's shoulders and gave it a firm shake, disturbing the American from his slumber. America's eyes fluttered open, shaking his head quickly he cleaned up a bit of drool that connected from his lips to the table.
"Huh? what? Did the meeting end?" he slurred sleepily, looking about frantically.
Arthur chuckled. "Yes, you fell asleep, again." A sweet smile tugged on his lips.
The American laughed quite loudly. "Dude! Thanks for waking me!" he grinned at the Brit, standing up from his seat.
"Yes... well there's something I wanted to talk to you about…" he smiled gently at the American. '
"Hm?" Alfred looked at him with a confused look on his face; he wasn't expecting England to be so kind to him.
"It's about your econo-"Before Arthur could finish his sentence, America cut him off.
"Bro, my economy is kick-ass!" he bragged, laughing wildly.
England shook his head, "Don't be delusional, you're in the same amount of trouble as the rest of us." He pointed out, agitation in his voice.
"No way man! I'm the hero!" The American laughed triumphantly.
"America…I knew you wouldn't listen, so I have a deal for you." Arthur stared him straight in the eye, he knew Alfred couldn't resist.
Curiosity took over the once loud American and silence fell over him. "What kind of deal?" he cocked a brow at the English man. "
"If you take better care of your economy…I'll.." He mumbled out the last part, too embarrassed to say it out in the open without feeling like a whore.
"What dude? I can't hear ya, speak louder!" the American wailed, getting impatient.
England blushed hard and walked over to Alfred, whispering all the things he would do in his ear. America, the once loud and cocky nation, now stood silent as a huge blush spread across his face. Arthur fidgeted slightly as America's gaping mouth turned into an evil grin. Alfred quickly grabbed the blushing Brit, pushing him on the cold wooden table.
"Sounds like a plan dude!" he stated seductively while licking his lips.
"J-just be careful you wanker!" The English man cried before being attacked by the American.
And they had anal sex.
END.
