"Arthur," Alfred looked down, trying to hide his nervousness, "Please, I'll ask this just once."

"What is it, Alfred?" Arthur sighed, keeping himself composed as always. There was no way in hell he'd let the American know that he, too, had feelings for him.

"Please... God, why am I even asking this? But, you don't have to answer right now..." Alfred made eye contact with Arthur's beautiful green eyes, "Arthur, let's go out. I swear I won't try anything, let's just go out and see how it goes."

Arthur covered his face to hide his blushing cheeks, "Oh..." Nobody other than Francis had ever asked him out, "I guess... We can give it a try."

Alfred's face lightened up instantly, flashing the brit a perfect smile. He hurried to hug him, "thank you, Arthur."

The Englishman couldn't help but grin when he saw Alfred's lightened up face. He shyly placed his head on the American's shoulder and whispered, "Thank you..."

~

Alfred Jones woke up in the middle of the night with a stupid smile pasted on his face. He had dreamt about when he first asked Arthur out. And to think that they'd been together for four years now; the best four years of his life.

He turned to check on the brit himself, who had been staying at his place for the weekend. There he was, sleeping silently, letting out small breaths. Alfred couldn't help but to lean in and give his boyfriend a kiss. Just as he did that, he heard a moan.

"Ohh, Alfred!"

Alfred pulled back, 'Was that Arthur?!'

Arthur started panting. He tossed and turned, moaning the American's name, "Alfred! Ohh... Alfie! F-Faster! H-Hah!"

'Oh my god', thought Alfred, 'Arthur Kirkland is having a wet dream!'.

This was a totally rare jewel. A godsend. Alfred lifted up the covers to make sure, and, indeed, the Englishman's Big Ben was up and throbbing. Alfred could've easily fucked Arthur then and there, but he had to make sure that the brit would watch him do it, watch him devour every single part of his porcelain body.

"Ahh!" Arthur moaned again, "Alfie! P-Please!"

Alfred shook Arthur awake, "Babe, wake up!"

Arthur slowly opened his eyes, his face flushed when he saw his American boyfriend; the one he had just had the dirtiest dream about. Arthur was not usually so blunt on being horny, but tonight he was feeling as hot as ever. Without thinking twice, Arthur pulled Alfred close and kissed his neck. He then jumped to his lap and pushed him to the bed on his back.

"Jeeze, baby," smirked Alfred, "you want it bad, don't you?"

"Shh, don't say a word. Just fuck me."

Alfred accompanied his lusty smirk with flushing cheeks. He proceeded to removing Arthur's pj pants, which was the only article of clothing he had on, "you think you have it easy just 'cause this time you finally up and told me you wanted it, huh?"

Arthur started stripping his partner, "what is that supposed to mean?!"

As soon as Arthur was about to pull down Alfred's boxers, the American himself pulled away from him. He stood up in front of the bed, making eye contact with the brit, "What exactly is it that you want from me, Artie?"

Suddenly, Arthur's lusty face went blank, "I want you to fuck me, of course."

Alfred shook his head; "I won't do anything until you tell me exactly what you want."

Arthur rolled his eyes and crawled towards the end of the bed, right in front of Alfred. His lusty grin returned, "I want you to grab your giant cock and thrust it inside of me so hard. I want you to make me yell your name over and over again. I want you to fill me up with-"

"Jesus, Artie. What's gotten into you?" Alfred chuckled, "You better shut up before I come."

Arthur started pouting, with an innocent face Alfred just couldn't resist, "Just come to bed, Alfred. Please. It's been like a week since we've done it!"

It had been a busy week for both Alfred and Arthur. Ludwig had summoned the G8 for an emergency session, so none of them got enough sleep.

Alfred smiled at Artie, glad that he apparently missed him so much.
He got back to bed and placed his precious Englishman on his lap, "I'm not fucking you."

Arthur cocked his head, "Wh-what? Why?!" Arthur had never been rejected by Alfred. It normally went the other way around!

"Tonight, I'm making love to you."

Arthur's cheeks flushed red, "A-Alfred..."

Alfred embraced his boyfriend and whispered many little 'I love you's to his ear. He then gave him a passionate kiss, stopping a couple of times to catch a glimpse at his lover's beautiful emerald eyes. He moved on to Arthur's neck, kissing his way down to his abdomen, slowly and gently placing the Brit's body on the bed while he did this.
Finally, the American reached Arthur's throbbing member, placing a small kiss on the tip. He swirled his tongue around it, making his boyfriend moan.

"Oh...A-Alfie..." Although he was blushing, Arthur just couldn't look, "you really don't have to go that far..."

Alfred ignored him, he knew that the Englishman actually liked what he was doing, so he continued.

"A-Alf...haa..! I'm com-"

The white liquid filled Alfred's mouth. Arthur hid his cheeks, he was so embarrassed.

"I- I'm sorry... Spit it out..." He said, shame in his voice.

Contrary to Arthur's belief, this just turned Alfred on even more. He swallowed the cum and smirked at his boyfriend, "you where saying?"

Arthur was in shock. Not only was it one of the rare times that Alfred sucked him and not the other way around, but it was the first time even that he had been swallowed.

Being the cheesy dork that he tried to hide most of the times, Arthur assaulted Alfred with kisses, "Oh, Alfred, I love you, you know that?"

Alfred smirked once more as he turned the Englishman on his back and switched his smirky face to a possessive and lusty glare, "we're not done yet, are we?"

The American moved his fingers down Arthur's chest, around his member, down his thigh and then up again to his entrance. He pressed a little.

Arthur was already breathing faster. He anticipated the moment where he would be penetrated so badly.

"J-Just...haa..." Arthur's voice could be barely understood.

Alfred looked up and grinned, "Just what?"

"J-Just... Just put it in already!"

Alfred was left dumbfounded for a moment- Arthur was rarely this bold. However, after a second, Alfred's lusty eyes came back. He held his massive cock (at least for a tiny guy like Arthur), spat on it a little and then rubbed it up and down a couple of times before placing the tip on Arthur's entrance.

Arthur's desire got greedier and lustier with every second that Alfred was still not inside of him.

"Alfred jones…" panted Arthur, "put it in before I come!"

Alfred chuckled, and slowly slid his member into his boyfriend's entrance, shutting his eyes for a moment, taking in the pleasure of Arthur's tightness. "How does that feel, Artie, huh?"

Arthur let out a loud moan, "Haa…j-just…start moving"

The American did exactly as he was told. He started thrusting deeper and deeper. With each thrust, Alfred's pace got faster and Arthur's moans got louder.

"A-Alf…Alfred"

"Artie…ugh," Alfred groaned in pleasure, "how does that feel?"

"It f-feels gr…AHH… G-GREAT…uhh..."

Alfred kept thrusting, "If you keep moaning like that…" he groaned, "I don't think I'll last …much…longer"

"Me neither…" moaned Arthur, "I'm about to…Aghh!" once again, the Englishman came, this time on his lover's chest as well as his own.

Alfred was also about to do the same. Still thrusting, he leaned to his lover's lips and kissed them passionately as a muffled groan escaped his mouth. He took a breath and shut his eyes once more as he thrust for the last time, this time deeper than before. Arthur did the same; his eyes were filled with intense pleasure as he felt his boyfriend's seed inside of him.

Still panting, Alfred pulled out of his lover and threw himself on the bed, "That was great, wasn't it?"

"It was," Arthur still found it hard to breathe.

"It was awesome…right?"

"Don't push it, git,"Arthur turned to see the alarm clock on the nightstand, "look at that, it's 3 in the morning. We have to be at Germany's at 8…we better get back to sleep."

Alfred chuckled, "you say it as though it's not your fault."

Arthur rolled his eyes, "It is n- oh… I guess it is. Well, that's not the issue here, let's get back to bed." He turned away, facing the opposite way, he was still flustered and didn't want Alfred to see him.

Back to our usual self, aren't we, Alfred thought. He leaned Arthur's way and planted a soft kiss on his forehead, "G'night, Pumpkin."

The tiny brit blushed, "Git…"