"Lets go, America! If you don't hurry, then it will start raining!" England called from the front door. He waited impatiently as America changed out of his uniform and did god knows what else.
"I'm hurrying!" He called. He finally came down stares, grinning. England looked him up and down. The American wore a tight black shirt with 'HERO' written on it in bold white letters, skinny, ripped jeans, bright red converse and of course, his bomber jacket. England had to admit, he did look rather nice.
He, on the other hand, wore light kahkis, a sweater vest, and a long sleeve button up polo, with dress shoes. Nothing fashionable, but Arthur liked it.
"You look nice. Now, lets go before it does start raining." America bounded forward, linking his arm with Englands and stepped outside. Shutting the door behind them, they stepped onto the side walk that was brustling with people, and began walking.
They walked in silence for what seemed like the longest time. Just looking at the views, and eventually, America entertwining his hand with England's and squeezing. This caused the English-man to blush, and mutter something that America didn't catch.
Finally, they came upon a small park, filled with trees and walking trails and a small playground for children. Alfred and Arthur sat side by side on a two seater slide, still holding hands.
"Hey Iggy?" America spoke up. England grumbled about the nickname but quickly got over it.
"Yes?"
"What do you think it would be like today if I hadn't won the Revolutionary war?" He knew it was a touchy subject for Arthur, but he couldn't help but wonder. England stayed silent, feeling a little hurt that he would bring that up, but also curious at the same time.
"I don't know..." He finally said, "I suppose that no matter what, you would have gotten your..Independence eventually. You were never one to rely a lot on others." He paused and looked at the sky, clouds rolling in and beginning to cover the suns warm summer rays. "I'd imagine that the world would be a very different place."
"You think? Hmm...Heh, you Europeans couldn't have won the world wars without me." He smirked and Arthur shot him a look.
"Git, that's what you think. We were handling it just fine, thank you." England defended, but he knew it was partially true. Not that he'd tell the American that. It would just build up his already inflated ego, and he didn't need anymore.
"Suuuure! You totally needed me. Ya'll were practically begging for my help!" England rolled his eyes.
"Whatever you say." He said simply, not saying anything else about the subject. "Hey America..What do you see in me?"
"Huh?"
"What do you see in me that makes you like me?" Arthur questioned. Alfred looked thoughtfully, watching as more clouds appeared.
"Well, I find you adorable. The way you get frustrated so easily. The way your eyebrows furrow when your thinking. The way you smile when your happy. I like everything about you. You were the first person I loved." Arthur looked at Alfred, eyes wide. America caught his gaze and smiled softly.
"Really?" England asked, just to make sure.
"Of course." They gazed in each others eyes, leaning forward slowly until their lips touched ever so gently. America was glad that no one was at the playground, especially little kids, to see them making out.
The kiss was slow and caring at first, but it escalated into a hard and passionate kiss. As soon as England had opened up his mouth, America shot his tongue in and explored England's warm, wet mouth. There had only been a minor battle of dominance, but England had given up as America ran his hands through his hair, then traveled down his neck, chest and now rested on his upper thighs.
After what seemed like forever, they finally broke apart, panting, and red faced from the lack of air.
"Alfred, I-" England began, but suddenly, the dark clouds that had gathered, suddenly released it's rain in a down pour. The two nations jumped from their spot on the slide and started running back to Arthur's flat, still holding hands.
"Sometimes I really hate it here, ya know! The stupid rain!" Alfred said, still running through the rain. Arthur only laughed.
"It's not all that bad." He laughed. The reached came onto the street of the flat but America suddenly stopped. England looked at him questioningly, but America cupped his face, and brought his closer and landed his now wet lips into England's. They kissed in the rain, completely soaked now.
"I've always wanted to do that." America said as they pulled away.
"Git! We're soaked to the bone now though!" Arthur fused, but Alfred only smiled and took his hand as the walked to the house. Once inside, they stripped of most of their clothes. Arthur, being the gentlemen he is, took to soggy clothes to the washing and threw them in. He grabbed two towels and walked back into the living room were Alfred was still standing there, shivering.
"Good, you didn't move. I didn't want you to ruin my carpet." Arthur smirked, throwing the towel to the American.
"Hey! I would not have! Besides, I little water won't hurt." He ruffled his hair through the towel, a few drops of water falling to the floor.
"Never mind. I'm hoping you have another pair of clean clothes to wear?" Arthur asked, also trying to dry his hair. He looked at America, who smiled sheepishly.
"Figured. If they'll fit, you can borrow a pair of my sweat pants and shirt."
"Thanks Artie!" He gave the Brit a hug.
"It's Arthur!" He grumbled, but hugged the American back. He went to his room and got the clothes for Alfred, and even a pair of boxers for Alfred to wear. Jee, he was so nice.
When he came back he handed the clothes to Alfred who just stripped all the way down in front of him.
"Ah! Alfred! Don't just strip in the living room! That is so rude!" England shouted, covering his eyes and turning around.
"What? We're both men. Besides, you've seen me naked before." He giggled and pulled on the clothes. The shirt was a little tight but it was okay.
"Yeah, when you were still a colony! Your a grown man!" He turned around when he figured Alfred was decent.
"So."
"Ugh, I swear your helpless." He threw his arms up in the air. America laughed but went forward and wrapped his arms around England.
"Well, that's now your problem, isn't it?" He smirked.
"My problem? What are you saying?" Arthur was about to make a come back, but changed his mind and said that instead.
"Arthur, will you be my boyfriend? I mean, we've been (for the most part) been acting like we were together...I want to be able to call you mine." He kissed Arthur's neck, and began trailing up, kissing the base of his throat, his jaw, and his cheek.
Arthur paused for a moment, not expecting to hear those words come from America's mouth. A fluttery feeling erupted from his stomach, and he couldn't help but smile. Not to mention the butterfly kisses Alfred was giving him made him some what jittery- in a good way.
"A-Alfred," He began, he turned his body to face Alfred, who still held on tight to England's waist. He leaned up and pressed his lips to Americas and wrapped his arms around the others neck. America smiled into the kiss, then pulled away.
"So I'm taking that as a yes?" He asked, still smiling. Arthur rolled his eyes, but nodded, also smiling.
"Yes. I want to also be able to call you mine." He kissed Americas forehead, then his lips.
A/N: D'awwww! :D 3
Well, I must say that I am a bit disappointed in this chapter. I feel like I didn't do a good job writing it..I couldn't come up with anything for them to say! Waaah! But, I'll work on it :D
Anyways, review pretty please :D