His hands gripped onto the headboard of the bed as his chest was being kissed down. He thought that it was ok since Francis had passed his nipples already, but suddenly the scrub moved upwards and suddenly lips wrapped around the perked nub before sucking it softly. A sultry moan escaped Arthur's mouth as his hands tried to escaped from the bounds that tied them together. He wanted to touch the Frenchman, feel his skin. The Brit's chest fell and rose as he arched his back, trying to get as much as possible from the other. "Francis" he breathed and reached his hips upwards as he tried to get more friction. The man on top of him chuckled darkly and brought Arthur's hips back down. "Patience.. didn't you say once that it was a virtue?"
"Fuck the virtues… now fuck me."
A chuckle traveled through the warm air in the room.

Bzzzt. Beep.
Bzzzt. Beep.
Bzzzt. Beep.

Arthur woke up lazily, some of his drool on the pillow. The sun irritated his eyes and it hurt his head. He sat up, feeling how his head seemed to split in two. "Ugh…. I'm never drinking again.." he muttered the same half assed promised as he usually did after a night of binge drinking. The Brit threw the alarm across the room as it annoyed him and eventually ended up breaking it. The bed creaked as he got off of it and made his way to the bathroom only to be greeted by his erection. Damn it.

Arthur sat on his chair in the meeting room. He was always early, always. His bottle green eyes scanned the empty room. The chairs stood nearly behind little desks with name cards and needed files on them. Each desk counted exactly two pens and one glass with a water bottle. The room itself was tidied up neatly and a big grandfather clock decorated one wall. The Brit sighed, he loved the meeting room, it had different emotions hidden in it. It was calming and yet so aggressive.
After about ten minutes other people started walking in into the meeting room, first of them was Ludwig who had dragged his big brother along to the meeting – even though he wasn't part of it anymore, how weird – then came Alfred, who for once wasn't twenty minutes late just to make a starbucks joke. After Alfred came Kiku, Ivan, Raivis, Eduard. Slowly most of the 'nations' were present, only two were still missing, though. Francis came second last and Yao came about twenty minutes late, explaining that he didn't even regret being so late. Once everyone had settled down and Ludwig had taken the place of being the leader of the meeting, the seating started.
It was just as usual, Ivan and Alfred tried to take over the meeting and did their best to work against each other just because of their own very selfish reasons. The smaller 'nations' weren't really able to say anything as they didn't have any VETO rights, making some very important opinions unheard.
Arthur scanned the meeting and watched how the most people fight about the problem in Syria. Usually he would have butted in and fought along them, but that day, he really didn't feel like letting his voice being heard. The others had noticed it, and most importantly, Francis had noticed it.
"Rosbif", that was how he called Arthur now and then, " is zere something wrong?" the Frenchman asked slightly worried about his companion.
"Hmm?" Arthur asked as he lazily looked up at the Frenchman, their eyes meeting just for a slight second before he had to look away so that the thick blush that was about to spread on his cheeks didn't get the chance to complete its mission. "I'm very well, thank you. I just don't feel like talking for the moment. Because what will it do? If even just one person with the VETO right decides to oppose me it'll go into the water."
"Wow, you're deep today... How about I'll cheer you up by buying you a drink after the meeting?"
"Drinks" Arthur corrected him with a smirk and went back to the meeting.
Now Ivan was being backed up by Yao, so the no flight zone above Syria could be completely forgotten. Why? It was easy to explain actually. China has a haven in Syria while Russia brings weapons to the country.

Everyone was frustrated by the end of the meeting and Arthur was so glad that he had decided to take Francis up on his promise. No one even looked at them weirdly when the pair went to a pub together, they did that quite a lot.
The pub was really cozy. It was warm inside, the seats were made from leather and had a green colour. The bar was made out of wood and the shelves were filled with different alcoholic beverages. This was the place where Arthur felt himself at home. A smile finally settled itself on his face as he sat on a stool and ordered a whiskey from the barman – not before having waiting his turn in the invisible queue of course.
After three glasses of the goldish beverage, Arthur had opened quite a lot and spoke about different things to the Frenchman. How he dreamed of them making out, how he didn't enjoy having sex with a really beautiful woman even though he usually would have, how he only wanted Francis.
Francis sat and listened to the Brit, chuckling slightly. It was amusing for him to know that the other felt that way about him, but he also knew that it was nothing more than the alcohol talking. He paid for the drinks like he had promised and helped the slightly shorter blonde up. "Let's get you home, chèr" he said with an amused smile as he helped the Brit up.
The walk home was a quiet one, no one said anything. Francis was busy placing the things that were said in the right places of his mind. He was struck by surprise when, once at Arthur's door, the Brit had turned around and pulled the Frenchman into the kiss. At first he enjoyed the kiss, deepening it and it wasn't until Arthur had pushed his tongue inside his mouth that he tasted the alcohol and realised that the other was drunk. No matter how much he enjoyed kissing him, Francis wanted to kiss him when he was sober. He wanted to enjoy the feeling of knowing that his partner kissed him – or even made love with him – from genuine feelings and not alcohol.
"You're drunk..." he said with a sad smile as he pulled the Brit away from the kiss, earning a whine from him.
"Ahm nah drunk" Arthur slurred over his words and tried to lean in again, but was stopped.
"Let's get you to your bed"

The bed creaked under them as they both laid down on it. Both still clothed and not panting like in Arthur's imaginations. The warm blanket slid over his body as Francis tucked him in and laid comfortably next to him, watching how the Brit slowly closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Thinking that it was better to go and sleep in another bed, Francis sat up but was stopped by two slender arms wrap around him and pull him closer to Arthur. Deciding that there was no other way around it, Francis laid down on the bed and closed his eyes, holding Arthur close to him and resting his chest on the messy blonde hair.

The sun stung the Brit's eyes, but a nice smell kept him calm. He was snuggling against something warm and nice smelling, how could he complain? His eyes looked up and a blush finally won the fight and thus decided to take its well-deserved place on his cheeks. "Fra-Francis?! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" he shouted as he backed away so far he almost fell off the bed.
Francis light blue eyes opened themselves, taking a little while to readjust themselves to the bright light. "Hm?" he asked before sitting up and rubbing his one eye, his shirt wrinkled.
He was wearing clothes, good; the Brit thought. That meant they didn't do anything stupid or anything both of them would later regret.
"You have drunk too much and I brought you home, when I wanted to get up and go to sleep in your guestroom you didn't want to let go off me, rosbiff..." he explained with a soft smile.

Arthur relaxed but tensed up immediately as he felt a hand on his cheek. His green eyes searched and soon found Francis' blue ones, their colours mixing in the stare.
"You know, chèr, you have told me quite a lot yesterday..." Francis said with a purr.


I'm really happy so many of you enjoyed the last chapter and I would really love if I would get some comments too.