"Ouch, what are you doing, you frog!"
"Oh, Arthur, do u ever stop complaining? I,m trying to make your wardrobe FABULOUS! Because we all know that a wardrobe "à la française" is soo much better than your English one.
"Are you saying your dressing styles are better than mine?"
"Oh come on! we both know your English men tried to copy my fabulous one and completely failed, which then resulted into a complete failure!"
"Oh i swear to god i will-OUCH!" he yelped as another needle stabbed his side.
"Stop moving and i wont have to keep poking you with this needle!"
"YOU GIT, you're doing that on purpose!"
"On hon hon hon, what can i say...I enjoy "poking" once in a while." The french man exclaimed with a wink.
At that, the English man's cheeks dusted over with a slight blush.
"On hon hon hon, I see you remember how great I am in bed don't you, Arthur?"
"Umm, well...no...of course I don't remember...I...I'd rather...I'd rather have Alfred in my bed than you any day, you frog!"
"Oh, i see you are still in sweet denial mon cher Arthur"
"I am not in denial. I always tell the truth. and the truth is that Alfred is better in bed then you are."
At that, said American made his way through the doors of the english man's mansion.
"YO IGGY! Where you at?! I've been waiting to see you all day! You better be naked or else I'm gonna have to-"
"SHUT UP YOU GIT! We have company! I'm in the main living room."
"On hon hon hon, it seems mon petit Arthur has got himself a very naughty little boy." The french man winked again.
"Oh shut up." Arthur whispered, his face red with embarrassment.
"Hey Iggy, hey french fries, what's up. Yo dude, why are you wearing such weird clothes!"
"First of all, stop calling me Iggy, you git, and secondly, it's the frog's idea of what makes a good-looking wardrobe."
The American burst out laughing, slapping his knee and nearly rolling on the floor.
"WOW! you look, like, totally ridiculous dude!" he exclaimed, tears making their way down his cheeks.
"Alfred, I dare say, your sense of humour amazes me. But then again, i guess i would laugh too if i was wearing your terrible wardrobe too."
"Hey, what the heck! This is my hero clothes!"
"Well I believe a hero should have a much better outfit than that..."
"Leave Alfred alone you frog! Now hurry up and finish up with me so I can spend time with my boyfriend.
"Oh i know how much you love it when I "finish" oh hon hon hon."
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean Frances?"
"Nothing, mon cher Alfred, nothing at all..."
Later that day, in England's mansion, things had gone very quiet, except in the English man's bedroom of course. The window had been left opened and a cool breeze was sweeping throughout the room. The floor was made of deep colored wood boards. And on the bed were the two men.
"So, you never told me about your little adventures with Frances...Why?"
"I believe that is in the past. I don't like thinking of the past. All that matters to me right now is that I get to be here with you, right now. Nothing else matters more to me than this Alfred."
"Alright dude. I get it. No past talk."
America nuzzled his face in the crease of England's neck, lightly brushing his lips against his skin. England let out a small breath as he pulled the American over him, running his hands gently down said nation's body. America smirked against England's neck, darting his tongue out and licking the skin before sucking on it, making the older man moan softly.
As Alfred continued sucking and kissing the man's neck, making his way down to his Adam's apple, Arthur had managed to slide his hand into the American's shirt and dragged his nails across the tanned skin, making said nation moan against England's neck.
Things went on like this for a while, kisses and bites and groping hands taking over the two men, until both of them were completely naked and fully aroused. From there, instinct took over. Clothes were ripped off and thrown aside to the floor. Hands fumbled against both men's bodies. America slid down to England's waist and slid his member down his throat, bobbing his head up and down. Meanwhile, England moaned loudly as he pulled the American's curl.
America slid a finger into the British nation, stretching his ass slowly. When he felt it loosen, he slid another finger, and another. He pounded his fingers deep within the Brit's ass, making said nation cry out loudly.
"Please! Alfred, please, I need you,now! The english man begged. A smirk spread across the hero's face. Seeing his lover always so needy made him love him that much more. The american spread his lover's legs, wrapping them behind his neck as he inserted himself into England's ass. Said nation let out a loud moan, arching his back as he tried to move closer.
"Ah ah ah, no Arthur, stay down." The American said, a slight grin curling on his lips as he pushed the Brit down against the bed, holding his arms down and thrusting into his lover faster and harder. Both nations moaned in unison.
"Alfred, I'm going to...to..."
Alfred covered Arthur's mouth with his hand, thrusting as hard as he could inside the british man.
Arthur squirmed under the american, letting out a last long complaint as both nations reached climax. When Alfred finally uncovered his lover's mouth, Arthur was slowly dosing off in the warmth of the american's arms.
"Did you like that, Iggy?" Alfred asked, feeling sleep tug at the edges of his mind.
The British nation did not reply as he had fallen asleep. America smiled, kissing his lover's cheek and spooning him. As He slid his arms around England's waist, the nation mumbled in his sleep : "Fr...Fran...ces...Frances, I...I love you..."
The American snapped awake. Could his lover really have mumbled another man's name in his sleep?!
TBC!