Time Frame: May 8, 1945 (V-E Day)
Words: 170
They don't remember who pulled who first, only that they were kissing. It had been hard on both of the countries and they had been caught up in the excitement of the celebration of the Victory in Europe.
Lips mashed against lips and hair was pulled as tongues collided.
It felt like ages when they pulled apart, breathing hard. Sea blue met emerald with a blush and a chuckle.
The once rowdy crowd seemed to disappear as Alfred put a cautious hand on the back of the Brit's neck. Arthur closed his eyes and rejoined their lips, a hand on the American's chest to steady himself.
When they pulled away Arthur mumbled, "Git."
Alfred chuckled before replying, "Your git." and with that Arthur collided their lips once more.
Sorry it's a bit short, they'll definitely be a few short ones, but I'll make sure to make it up to y'all in other chapters.
