"Fuck."

Alfred sat alone in his house, trying his hardest to kill off his animated enemies with the tapping of a few buttons. It was already dark out and he made no attempt to brighten his home, but found it more comfortable hunched over, staring at his television screen.

Then a knock came at the door. Alfred hadn't expected anyone over, nor did he intend on answering. Instead he yelled.

"Come in unless I hate you!"

He remained fixated on his game, hearing the door close and footsteps.

"Hey, mate."

"Oh…Hey, Artie…"

The Englishman that had just arrived flopped down next to Alfred, putting his arms up to his sides.

"Call of Duty again?"

"Yeah…"

Alfred wasn't in the mood for talking; in fact, he wished Arthur would go away so he could play without any distractions.

"A bit violent, don't you think?"

"You say that every time."

Alfred sighed, then suddenly clenched his teeth.

"Fuck, Artie! You're making me die!"

"I didn't do anything- "

"Fuck, dude! I just fucking died!"

He threw his controller onto the sofa and glared at Arthur.

"What the hell dude? You totally distracted me."

"Sorry, mate…"

Arthur looked at Alfred, not seeming sorry at all in his facial expression; in fact, Alfred couldn't really tell what his friend was thinking.

"Whatever…"

He picked up his controller again and restarted his mission, mumbling about unlocking things.

It wasn't long before the American was tied up in his game again, squatting behind crates and then secretly killing the enemy.

"Ah- What the- "

He jumped a little in his seat and looked down to where Arthur had clapped his hand over his crotch.

"Dude- Fuck- What are you doing?"

Arthur looked at Alfred casually.

"Distracting you properly. Just keep playing."

"But, Artie- You're touching my goods!"

"Just play."

He was going to protest, but the sound of bullets penetrating him in the game caused him to look back and start playing again, glancing over at Arthur nervously, who had begun to increase the pressure through Alfred's jeans.

"Arthur…Stop, this is gay."

"Yes, and?"

"And I'm not gay, dude. Just stop."

Alfred could hear Arthur's voice get suddenly suggestive.

"Yeah, I can certainly tell by the way you're hardening up to my hand that you're straight as Francis' hair."

Alfred cleared his throat, feeling uncomfortable with Arthur acting so unnatural around him.

"Is this what you and Francis do in your spare time?"

His question remained unanswered as a hand un zipped his pants and fumbled with the button.

"Ar-Arthur…What are you doing?"

"Shh, Alfred, I've already told you…"

Alfred swallowed and didn't protest. He could see Arthur out of the corner of his eye and feel the sofa shift as the Englishman resituated himself. His pants were fully open now and he knew he couldn't deny the existence of his own erection, not even to himself, any longer, as it was too prominent. He held his breath, shuttering a little as Arthur's hand began to slip inside his boxers. His palm ran down the length and back up again, giving it squeezes in all the right places, massaging it thoroughly. Alfred breathed through his nose, trying to concentrate on his game.

Arthur slipped from the sofa and found his way between Alfred's legs. Alfred peeked down at Arthur, who had just yanked his boxers down, allowing his erection to spring into the air.

"Arthur…Dude…"

He looked back at the screen quickly to avoid enemy fire. His heart beat fast, but for some reason it felt so slow. He knew Arthur's lips were now touching the tip of his cock. His jaw went slack as tongue was added slowly.

"A-Artie…"

He started at the television, but his fingers froze up. The sensation he felt pulsating trough his body was odd and amazingly good. He was playing Call of Duty, a game that usually got his adrenaline pumping, and on top of it all, Arthur Kirkland, was giving him unbelievably good oral sex.

He looked down again, watching as Arthur bobbed his head up and down rhythmically, one hand gently gripping Alfred's balls and fondling them teasingly.

"Arthur…You shouldn't be so good at this…"

Alfred's voice sounded hoarse and perhaps a tad bit needy. He didn't want Arthur to stop.

Visions of the door flying open and other countries walking in to see this jumped into Alfred's mind. He was sure they'd all call him gay and make fun of him, especially for being with Arthur or all people.

"Dude…Just so you know…This never happened, because I'm not gay."

Arthur didn't answer, but continued to ravish Alfred's cock with his tongue, sucking in and hallowing his cheeks out to pleasure the other fully.

Alfred knew he was close to releasing, he never was good at holding it for an extended period of time. He leaned back into the sofa, setting his controller aside to run his hands back though his hair, closing his eyes. He hated the fact that Arthur could make him feel so dirty, but he loved the feeling. His mind raced. He felt so goddamn horny.

He slid one of his hands down his thighs and brought it around to travel up the back of Arthur's neck. He open and closed his hand in the other's hair, having the wanton urge to force his head down and thrust into his mouth savagely, but Alfred knew that wouldn't make Arthur want to do it again.

Arthur's nose began to tickle the hairs on Alfred's body. Alfred swallowed heavily, emitting a few throaty groans, figuring if Arthur could do something so gay, he was allowed to moan like a girl. He reached his hands up to touch his face and run though his hair once again. Sweat had gathered on his forehead and in between his thighs.

Then he came.

He jerked forward, sitting up on the couch, and let out a gasp. Arthur slowed down and brought himself to a stop, trying to suppress a few coughs. He lifted his mouth off, letting only a little come drip back onto Alfred. His lips were shiny with spit and his chin covered in Alfred's white substance as he swallowed what was in his mouth. Arthur then went back to lap up the rest of Alfred's come and wiping it off his face.

"Artie…man…that was-"

"Incredible?"

"Yeah…it was unnatural."

Righto. So I'm posting the fantasies from each character's idealized situation after the confession. You might notice how OOC Iggy was here. That was on purpose. Alfred, since his in America, struggles a lot with his sexual identity, which you can see a lot in this.

Thanks for reading! PLEASE REVIEW! They are my fuel!