Had inspiration for this as I read an article about Modern Warfare 2 being the most played game in the UK. xD Nothing explicit at all.
Alfred sighed. For once, he didn't have anything to do. There weren't any meetings, or any papers to fill. Tony was out somewhere; probably in his mother ship. He slumped over his couch flipping through channels.
"This sure is boring," he yawned. He glanced at the left over scone he refused to eat once Arthur was out of his house. He smirked as he found out what he was going to do today.
"I guess it's time to pay Iggy a visit."
Arthur kept his eyes glued to the screen. He simultaneously mashed buttons on his PS3 controller as he ducked from a stray bullet. He gritted his teeth.
"Those bloody allies of mine have no sense of—"
"Hey Iggy," Alfred said behind him. Arthur nearly dropped his controller. He swore as he got shot.
"Can't you at least tell me when you enter, you idiot?" Arthur grumbled. Alfred grinned and immediately stared at Arthur's TV. Arthur turned slightly pink.
"I never thought I'd see the day you'd actually play Modern Warfare—"
"I-I can play whatever I want, can't I?" Arthur said defensively. "Besides, everyone's playing it now."
"In your nation," Alfred said, rolling his eyes. "I swear there are more first-person shooters that are worth your time." He plopped himself beside the smaller blonde. "I bet I can beat you in this anytime."
"Knowing you, there's some bugging catch if I play with you," Arthur said warily. He went back to the main menu. "So what happens if I win?" Alfred shrugged.
"Whatever you want me to do." Alfred grinned. "But if I win, you have to do what I want you to do. Simple, right?" Arthur snorted.
"You're on."
They played for three hours straight. Alfred smirked as the British nation got even more annoyed as he got shot for the sixth time.
"Willing to do whatever I want now?" Alfred suggested innocently. "It won't involve dressing up."
Arthur glared at him for the hundredth time. "Fine," he groaned. "Let's just get this over with, you git." Alfred took time to think about what to do in the glorious moment.
"Alright," he concluded. "Close your eyes."
Arthur glanced suspiciously over him. "No weird things, right?"
"I promise." Alfred sighed. Arthur took one last look at the American and closed his eyes.
Arthur felt something peculiar on his cheek. His face flushed more and more when he realized it was Alfred kissing him on the cheek.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING!" Arthur yelled as he stomped on Alfred's foot as hard as he could. Alfred doubled over, partially over the pain, and partially over laughing. Arthur breathed heavily as he covered his burning face with his hands. "What was that for?"
Alfred shrugged, smirking slightly. "Just felt like it." His expression softened as he saw tears forming in the corners of the British nation's eyes. Alfred paused for a while, and then wrapped his arm around the smaller man. "Sorry if it bothers you that much." He said quietly.
Arthur kept silent, but he shook slightly. After a while, Arthur leaned on him. Alfred didn't pull back, he figured he was traumatized after the whole event. "Anything I can do to make you more like the Iggy I know?"
"You suggest one, you git." Arthur sighed, looking up. His cheeks were slightly pink, but otherwise, okay. Alfred smiled secretly.
"I'll let you kick me in the balls if you want." Alfred suggested. Arthur couldn't help but laugh. He wiped the tears off his eyes.
"If I win, you'll let me kick you in the balls, yes?" Arthur asked, picking up his controller again.
"If you win of course," Alfred grinned.
"Then I won't lose."
"You're on."
I sure do miss USUK fics. ;w; I can't find any good ones lately.