Summary: A Conversation And Deal With France Later, England Decides To Show America Who Steers The Ship In Their Relationship. But Will England Chicken Out In The Last Minute? Or Will He Put America In His Place?
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Two-Shot
Part 2 of 2
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'Finally, I'm here. I didn't think I'd make it in time.' America smiled in relief as he marched his way up to England's door. 'Man, if Prussia and Denmark would've kept me back any longer Arthur probably would have ended up screaming his ass off at me.' He snickered as he imagined the Brit with his adorable eyebrows furrowed, his fists balled up, and his face a burning bright red as he yelled names such as 'git' 'tosser' and 'wanker' at the blue-eyed American. 'Sure I got a little soaked on my way here but Arthur won't mind,'he mused shaking drops of water out of his sandy blonde hair.
Earlier, after the world meeting had ended, Denmark and Prussia (He still didn't have a clue about how the ex-nation always ended up sneaking into the meetings) had asked America to join them at the bar for some drinks. The Dane and the Prussian had insisted that it would be "awesome"for them to indulge themselves in some alcohol, but he wasn't really sure that it was such a good idea to go drinking at just four in the afternoon. As the hero, America decided it was best to assign himself as the designated driver.
An hour and a half and 18 drinks later (8 drinks each for Prussia and Denmark) America decided to hail the drunken duo a cab and send them off to the hotel. Originally America was going to drive them there but when they left the world meeting they took Prussia's car. The problem was when America asked for the keys the albino German was so drunk that: 'Oh! You mean those weird-shaped, silver worms? I fed those to Gilbird!'When the freaked out American looked over to see a giggling drunk Denmark curiously poking the birds overly inflated tummy, he decided he really didn't want to wait to see the poor bird regurgitate the keys.
Maybe all that chaos had happened for the best though? America did only have two of the eighteen drinks consumed at the bar, but he was dead set against going driving while drunk! Even if he was only slightly buzzed, he didn't want to take the chance of getting into a car-crash and putting someone in the hospital because of his irresponsibility. That just wouldn't be the heroic thing to do. With that, he had decided he would simply walk to England's house since the location the trio had gone to wasn't all that far from the island nations home. While making his way there, the American popped a mint into his mouth to try and freshen his breath from the alcohol. Along the way though, rain fell from the light grey sky and began to fall into a steady pitter-patteron the concrete sidewalk. America merely shrugged his shoulders at this and continued his walk down the gloomy and tranquil road.
Now that he was finally at the front door...
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I couldn't wait to see Iggy! Even though it had only been a few hours it just felt like so long! I started to impatiently pound at the front door and began to tap my foot trying to distract myself with something. 'Man Artie, you sure like taking your sweet time don't ya'? I gave the door a burning glare as if lasers would shoot from my eyes and it would melt under my gaze and finally let me through to see my British boyfriend, but it failed. His door was pretty fancy and it matched the rest of his home. It was a deep sea green with delicate golden features. The paint was starting to wear down and chip though and the doorknob was losing it's sheen. Maybe I should re-paint it for him
and replace the knob? As I stood there contemplating on when to start my little project (next week maybe?) said door had whipped itself
open. It revealed a short disheveled blonde with emerald eyes adorned by the most adorable eyebrows ever. I couldn't help myself and immediately threw my arms around him. I breathed in his wonderful scent of tea, scones, and mint and I could feel him smile that rare smile. I loosened my grip and flashed a wide grin at him.
"Hey Artie!" I planted a swift peck on his lips.
"H-hello there yourself Alfred," Arthur stammered.
I couldn't help but smile even more when I saw that adorable pink tinge his cheeks. I pulled him a little closer and shut the door with my
foot. "Hey Artie?" He looked up at me expectantly. "I was thinking. . ." I angled my head so that I was whispering huskily into his ear. "Maybe we should just skip straight to dessert if ya' know what I mean?" I smirked victoriously when I heard his breath hitch. Slowly, I began to leave a trail of kisses and small bites down his neck. I felt his shoulders relax beneath my touch and gave his neck another nip and a lick when he let out a soft moan. Just as I began to tug at his tie I was suddenly sent tumbling backwards. I blinked at the man in front of me kinda confused since I was caught so off guard. Arthur seemed to be feeling the same way because he just stood there for a couple of seconds with a look of shock (Huh? But he pushed me away!) on his face.
I racked my mind to figure out what to say and just as I was about to ask him "Why?" he beat me to it. "U-uhm, maybe you should throw your clothes into the dryer Alfred," he spluttered out "Y-you're a little soaked".
"Huh?" I looked down at my clothes and my face flushed when I remembered that I was caught in the rain earlier. "Eheh, oh yeah I almost forgot about that!" I gave a short laugh as I rubbed at the back my head shyly. I guess I just freaked Arthur out with my clothes and he
didn't feel like getting soaked himself. Arthur still didn't seem to relax as I passed him on my way to the dryer. "Take your time!," he
called after me. That had me a little worried but I could just be imagining things. I stripped down, only leaving on my white t-shirt and
boxers.
I finished starting the dryer up and snuck back into the living room to check out what Arthur was doing. I spotted him running his hands through his hair pacing back and forth across the room with a troubled look spread across his features. Maybe he was still stressing
out about the world meeting? 'I could help with that,' I thought not so innocently. Carefully I tip-toed behind him and wrapped my arms
around his torso. I guess he was still more than a little tense because he jumped at my touch.
"Alfred what on earth are you-" He didn't get to finish his sentence because I had twirled him around and pushed my lips against
his to silence him.
At first he wasn't reacting but after a few short seconds his lips moved along with mine. "Git," he mumbled into the kiss and once again his body seemed to relax. I took baby steps to make sure I wouldn't get a similar reaction like earlier. I guess I thought that too soon because not too long after I slipped my tongue into his mouth he decided already that that was going too far by pushing me away once again. This time I tumbled on to the couch behind me. I blinked. Arthur blinked back at me. I didn't say anything. I wanted Arthur to explain himself so I waited. Instead he studied where I was for a few seconds, when he put on a mischievous smirk.
"Arthur," I eyed him suspiciously as he walked towards me.
Just when I was about to say something he grabbed my wrists and pushed his lips onto mine and he gave me a kiss so good and passionate that I immediately melted into it. Arthur got more comfortable by straddling me on the couch. "Ah," He bit my bottom lip a little harshly, giving himself the perfect opportunity for his tongue to dart it's way into my mouth and begin caressing and stroking mine with tender movements.
I was starting to lose it. My thoughts started growing a little hazy with every flick of his tongue. I got so into it that I tried flipping us over but he wouldn't let me. When I tried again he growled and his hand shot straight for Nantucket. "A-Ahh!" We broke the kiss and he began stroking Nantucket roughly back and forth and twirling it around on his finger. "A-Ah! Artie t-that's so not -ngh c-cool you know Nantucket i-is hmmn!"
"What did I say about those bloody nicknames Alfred?" He decided to be a little more daring and gripped my hips firmly to press my v-very stiff and aching member against his own. I moaned as we began to grind against each other, finding the perfect rhythms. He tugged at my boxers, pulling them down and paused with hungry eyes and moaned as he stared at my needy cock. I blushed, slightly embarrassed of already being so hard. The thing was Artie was being so forceful and just w-wow. I had to admit it was kind of a turn on.
My eyes wandered down to his own very present erection as he began undoing his belt buckle. I gulped when I saw his cock instantly snap upwards. He spread my legs roughly causing me to let out a meek gasp. He held up three fingers towards my mouth only saying one word. "Suck." I quickly obeyed and took in his three fingers. A furious blush covered his cheeks while I licked and flicked at the three fingers in my mouth. He finally removed them. He positioned his fingers in front of my entrance as he slowly slid one of them in. "Ah...hah!" Then he slipped in another one and began stretching me out and scissoring inside of me. "A- Ah-Arthur!"I lightly gripped the cushions of the couch. Then he finally slid in the third one and he had me squirming about and my grip on the cushions tightened.
Arthur brought his face up to mine and gave me a deep and passionate kiss when he prodded at my entrance with his stiff member. He slowly began to enter as I gave out cry's of both pleasure and pain. "A-Alfred are you alright?" I gave a weak nod. "J-just keep going" I stammered out. "I-if your sure" He continued and began thrusting himself in and out. He moaned as he felt me tighten around him. "F-faster..nngh...faster!" Immediately he began thrusting himself faster and deeper within me. An immense cry of pleasure escaped my lips when he found that perfect spot. He pounded into it more and more as we gave out more cry's and yelps of pleasure, until finally I couldn't take any more and I came, the white sticky semen splattering onto his now ruined shirt. He reached his climax just seconds later filling me with his own warm semen.
He collapsed on top of me as we gasped for air. "M-man Artie what got into you? I'm n-not complaining in fact it was a-amazing! I mean...wow!" Artie simply chuckled. "J-just wanted to switch the roles up a bit," he breathed out. "Well, we should definitely do this again sometime," I laughed. Arthur just blushed. He sighed and groaned into my chest. "Ugh the sofa is completely ruined," he complained. "Artie dude that was kinda your fault for jumping me on the couch," I snickered. "Shut it git." Artie pinched my cheeks. I rubbed at my cheek afterwards. "Hey Arthur... ya' ready for a round two?" When Artie smirked I knew we were both gonna be in some major pain the next morning (if ya' catch my drift) but..hey it's worth it!