WARNING THIS CHAPTER HAS GRAPHIC BOYXBOY... You've been warned... also weird America...
As I slip into a dream, I realize I'm in a quite familiar place, Alfred's house… I look around and know I'm in his room, I hear a shower going, the thought of him showering is making me blush… Why? He was my colony, it's not like I fancy him. But when he comes out of the bathroom with an embarrassed smile, and no clothes or towel… My face turns beet red, I pull the sheet over my head, "Alfred! Why- clothes- what?" He stutters, "Artie- I was hoping you were still asleep, I forgot my stuff." I sink back into the bed, remembering the beads of water, still on his skin. I reply, "Could you just get dressed?" he laughs asking me, "Why, you uncomfortable Arthur?" I frown at the absence of his usual stupid nicknames.
I move up, "Are you kidding, it's you American's who are so uptight about nudity, I just would prefer not to see my co-workers or the people I raised nude." He sounds a little less self conscious, "I'm not a kid anymore England, I may be your brother though not by blood. You can at least respect me as an adult." I catch my breath, lowering the blanket from my eyes, looking at him. "Alfred, I am more than aware what you are now, I saw your body grow, personality form, what disturbs me is how my mind reacts to you anyway." I see a little blush form on his face, my eyes scanning him, I don't understand where this feeling is coming from.
He stutters almost shyly, "How is your mind reacting?" I motion him closer, he warily moves closer, I run a hand over his side, using my other hand to bring his face into a kiss with mine. He starts responding, his hands in my hair, my right hand still holding his face, the left gripping his hip. He makes a pleasured humming sound, I pull back suddenly, remembering that this is America, I try to start, "I-" I stop, when my looking down causes me to see Alfred's now hardened shaft. When I look up I see lust clouding his Carolina blue eyes, making them a darker Ultramarine.
I stop then, he blushes pulling away, "I'm sorry, let me get dressed." I grab his hips, holding him on the bed. "No, I just- I didn't- Do you need help with that?" I say, glancing down at his 'problem' thinking about the last time I was with someone… It was during my pirating days. He blushes, "Not if you don't want to, I mean it's not like you have to- I mean no- no, I just need-" I cut him off with a kiss, when I pull away he whimpers, "I want to help you, but only if you want my help." I start to move my hand closer to his pulsing length, he gasps, "Artie- ahhh" He stops with a small cry of pleasure, when my gently strokes his tip.
I smile, "Alfred, do you want me to do this?" I feel my prick twitch at his soft sigh, I press him down onto the bed. My hands slowly trailing down his form, I stop at his navel. He pants, "Oh, Iggy help me…" I smirk lightly at the plea, feeling the old dimension of our relationship coming back. My pants (Otherwise known as boxers) feel a bit tight, I start to talk to Alfred, my hot breath hitting him, "Alfred, you've grown, do you remember how I used to show you how to clean this properly?" He gasps as my warm palm wraps around him, he stutters, "I- I remem- mmm" I give the cock a slow pump it drives him crazy, "England, oh god, just let me take care of myself! Jesus!" I try not to show much excitement on my face, I let go, "Okay, but you have to stay here… and I watch you incase you need help."
I relax against the bed as I see his dick twitch, hard. My jaw goes slack as I watch him palm himself, looking me in the eyes as he pumps himself, I see his eyes widen when I feel my pants slide off, his eyes drinking in my form, As I move my hand to grip my own shaft, everything starts to go dull I hear a sound… "-ad..-land…-England!"
I open my eyes to a worried Alfred, I shake my head, "What is it Alfred?" he sighs, "You were moving around a lot in your sleep, and it's about 10, if I remembered you don't like sleeping past then." I sighed, it had been a- a strange dream, "Yes, thank you America, I was dreaming about last football game." I glance down at my not too obvious self, "Do you mind if I have a shower?" he shakes his head, "I was just worried after your episodes yesterday." I shake my head at the gray in the corner of my eyes. I jump up from the bed, "Would you mind putting a kettle on while I shower?" I see the American leave me alone in the room, I quickly strip and get into a cold shower. It helps, I quickly rinse myself of sweat, actually putting soap into my hair as I hadn't been felt up to doing it yesterday.
When I step into Alfred's room with a towel on he looks at me, I turn with a blush and my clothes in hand, back into the bathroom. I slip on the clothing, not realizing beforehand that it was an old pair of punk clothes from my rock phase. I smiled at the denim shorts, sliping them on to find them a bit less tight than they used to be (and therefore easier to breathe in) I find the shirt is a normal tight v-neck. When I come out this time, Alfreds eyes are glued to me as I walk out the door and downstairs…. I wonder, 'What the bloody hell was that dream about… I don't like Alfred! I mean, I raised him from a tyke! But then why did it affect me so, and why has he been staring at me all morning?'
I smile at the blond boy, "Thank you for waking me this morning? Are you feeling any better than yesterday?" I already know he isn't he looks a bit pale, bloodshot eyes… like he hasn't slept. I pull the chair across from me out for him, taking him and directing him to sit down, "So, your birthday is soon, bet you're excited." I make myself dim at my choice of topic, the strange thing is even though he tries to be his cheerful self about it, Alfred really doesn't seem to be feeling it. "Two more days! Oh The party is going to be awesome, ad the best thing is that we don't even have to worry about it, I hired a bunch of my jobless for an extra nice wage to decorate my guest house for the party." I nod, thinking of how kind it was, as we rarely get to help out our poor citizens as countries.
I ask him trying to be supportive, "When will guests arrive?" He furrows his brows, "I think most tomorrow, they'll be staying in the guest house." I frown, "They get their own rooms?" he laughs, "No, they have at least one roommate, I just chose you for mine." I try to keep a straight face, "Why?" he blushes a little before saying, "Well the only people I'd be familiar enough to do this with is you, Matt and Francis…. Considering Matt is literally the door next to mine, and France never knew boundaries I chose you." I nodded, "I might have had to disown you completely if you slept next to the frog." We both shudder at the thought.
I look down, being finished with my food and tea, that Alfred so kindly made for me himself. (I'm quite surprised he remembered how I liked my tea.) I get up and head for the living room, he follows me, quick to stop me from picking a horror movie. He holds up a movie in his hand saying, "I have a movie for us." I quickly read the title "The Woman in Black, that's a british horror movie." He nods smiling nervously, "I knew you liked scary movies, so I got one of yours for us to watch." I put in the movie, sit on the couch and the moment he sees the attic at the beginning he clung to my arm… My vision spots…
It was sometime in 1650, the weather outside was terrible, storming harder than it had in years. I glance down a 6 year old Alfred hanging off my 11 year old arm, though I seem much older. He whimpers, "Iggy, don't let it hurt me." I pull him up and wrap my arms around him fully, "It's okay America, I won't let anything hurt you." we curl up together and fall asleep.