Touching…. Squeezing... Licking… Sucking….

"A-a-Alfred!" Arthur moaned out in pleasure as the taller blonde licked the sensitive vein on his shaft. The other squeezed his balls, taking his whole length in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip…

Arthur shot up in his bed as his alarm went off. What kind of dream had that been? He couldn't believe he could dream such a thing about someone he had just met! A huge blush spread across his face as he threw his sheets back and changed quickly.

He made his way down to breakfast with Flying Mint Bunny flying right next to him. He still couldn't shake the images of his dream out of his mind, which betrayed him even more. He started thinking about his mother and brothers to get his mind off of it.

"Hey Artie!"

Arthur spun around to see Alfred, blushing from ear to ear "It's Arthur Kirkland or Prime Minister!"

"Sorry, but that takes to long to say," The President said smiling "Can I call you Arthur then?"

First named basis? "Sure, but no 'Artie'," Arthur said blushing a bit.

Alfred smiled "You can call me Alfred or Al if you want I actually don't like titles."

Arthur nodded as they walked into the dinning room.

He was amazed at how much the American ate. Last night he hardly ate at all, but now he could see why. He wouldn't want to be seen with such manners.

"Mr. President, would you please eat with your mouth closed and take smaller bites?" Arthur said a bit disgusted. How had he dream of doing such a thing with such a man?

"Oh sorry Arthur, old habits die hard," Alfred smiled, after swallowing.

"Still, eat with your mouth closed!" Arthur growled "It makes you more pleasurable to be around when you're eating!"

"You are just like my mom…" Alfred said, taking another, smaller, bite. Arthur smirked at how the other actually listened to him.

"It seems like you need someone to tell you what to do, other wise you'd die at your desk from sleep deprivation."

Alfred rolled his eyes a bit.

"So, from now on, we have to some how contact each other at least two times a week. I prefer once during the weekdays and once during the weekends," Arthur said, pushing his breakfast of eggs and bacon away from him.

Alfred finished off his plate before replying. "Alright, sounds okay to me. What days?"

"Any day in the middle of the week is fine with me, but Saturdays on the weekends," Arthur said, sipping his tea.

"Why not on Sunday?" Alfred asked after a swig of coffee.

"Church, and that's my day to relax," Arthur said, petting mint bunny. "Someone of us actually have faith in something more then material."

Alfred shrugged "Hard work and determination tends to get you more things then praying…."

Arthur read the London Times that had been flown in, reading about they're first meeting that previous day. "I know that, probably more than anyone. It's good to have faith in something for that you don't get lost in times of need and never get stuck in them."

"You can do that yourself ya know. I've done it many times."

Arthur kicked the beast of a dog that had been humping his leg. "Let's get back on topic. Contact me whenever you need to tell me something or even if you don't need to at least once a week on weekdays and only on Saturdays."

"What if I really need to talk to you on Sunday?"

"I highly doubt that you'll need me that much."

"What if it's about, like, war or something."

Arthur looked at him then sighed "It's most likely not going to happen, but yes. If is does happen, contact me immediately."

"Alright," Alfred said smiling "So what we gonna do today?"

"We are going to pick up where we left off yesterday naturally, seeing that we still have pages of just my notes to go through."

"It's nothing that big right?" Alfred asked, taking another sip of coffee.

"Nothing to major. Mainly about the war in China actually. We may want to make an agreement with them soon, seeing that the conflict is taking up billions of government in American dollars from both of our nations," Arthur said "Should we go up stairs and get started?"

"Yeah sure," Alfred said getting up and letting the servers pick them up and said thank you.

Arthur followed him up to the oval office and sat down on the couch, opening his brief case. All of his papers fell on to the floor.

"Bloody hell!" He whisper-yelled as he got on his hands and knees to collect them. His hand touched, no landed on, another and he saw Alfred on the floor trying to help him. He blushed ear to ear and so did the other.

"Sorry!" Alfred said, trying to pull away, but Arthur seemed to be paralyzed. Except when he started to lean forward towards Alfred. Alfred locked eyes with him as they're faces neared each other, inch by inch

knock knock knock

Arthur bolted back and grabbed his papers from Alfred's hands. What had he just done or started to do?

"C-come in!" Alfred said standing up.

"Sorry to disturb you, Mr. President and Mr. Prime Minister, but would you like something to drink?" The sweet maid asked, walking in with a tray that had a tray of hot water with tea bags on it, also with little cups of different types of dry coffee that you added hot water to.

Alfred smiled at her "Sure, I'll have the um… one of everything."

Arthur sighed, trying to suppress his rampant blush. "I'll have Earl Gray. Just leave the tray please."

She smiled and put the tray down on the table, and poured hot water over the tea bag and over the first kind of coffee that Alfred wanted. She then walked out of the room, letting them fix they're drinks by themselves.

An awkward silence hung in the air as they took awkward sips from they're drinks. Arthur pretended that his mind wasn't panicking about what had just about happened.

"So…" Alfred began.

Arthur looked up at him, hardly being able to meet his eyes.

Alfred looked down "I actually don't have anything to say…."

Arthur couldn't help but chuckle a bit. He's speeches where in fact elegant in a simple way, but he must have spent hours on it.

"W-what where you-you going to do?" Alfred asked. Arthur looked up at the other, wondering why he had stuttered. The President of America, stuttering? But, he could understand a bit, seeing that he couldn't find words himself.

"Nothing, nothing at all," Arthur said, sitting back down on the couch. Alfred sat down right next to him, his leg lightly brushed up Arthur's.

"What's first?"

"Well, the production of the war griffiens…"

A/n Why am I such an awkward derp? Shrugs oh well!

I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in such a long time! I've just been really busy, and I couldn't get any time! I had all of these things after school, then this huge project… it sucks. Anyway, I got it up (hehe, two points) I hope you liked it! Please review!