A/N SMUT SMUT SMUTITY SMUT SMUT! Its really brief though….anyway….Allistor/Scottie/Scotland is finally here! Hahaha oh shiz is bout to go dooooown! ...oh well hope you like it, I OWN NOTHING BUT THE PLOT (and the slight smut *goofy smile*). Anyway thanks for reading this it means the world to me~
"Oh Alfred, it's just so….perfect here!" with this Alfred's smile wavered before returning to its place, an untrained eye would've missed it…but he had been with him since the small American took his first breaths. "Am I mistaken Alfred? Is there a 'dark side' here, so to speak" now his smile was completely gone; his eyes darted around not meeting Arthur's. "Alfred, answer me. Is this place hell giving the illusion of heaven? "
"N-no Iggs it's not that it's just…well…." Then a new voice entered the conversation, a voice Arthur new all too well.
"'Ey Baby Artie" his brother, the brother he loved as more than a brother; His redheaded Scotland. But his dearest brother wasn't an angel, anyone could tell with nothing more than a glance. His red hair just lay around his face resembling fire; everything he wore was black, which made his pale skin and emerald eyes stand out; his wings instead of feathery and delicate where made of the same material as his jacket, pure leather, rough and frightening. They were pointed at the ends reminding Arthur of bat wings, and he looked more menacing than ever, all while holding more handsomeness than any of the angels he had seen so far, a spectacle of demonic beauty. Alfred was the one that snapped him out of his trance.
"You see Iggs, this is why heavens not perfect, we have dark angels, these are the ones that cause death and famine, and war and sadness…and your brother is one of the highest ranked...right under Satan himself." Okay Arthur knew his brother, and he knew that he was a sadistic, masochistic, little psyco, but for him to become THAT bad was insane! Allistor had his sweet little moments, Arthur knew because it was those moments that had made him fall in love with his big brother.
"'Ey Artie! Aren't ya gonna greet y'r big brother?" he look and the new angel slyly "Or have ya forgotten 'bout me already?" He knew what he was going to do before his brother even moved, before he let the cigarette fall from his lips, and before he slid off his jacket. The next happened faster than anyone could blink. Allistor was on top of Arthur faster than he could gasp, and had his entire robe off just as fast, the silk discarded and forgotten, his brother's shirt soon followed. Scottie gave Arthur a devilish grin before he slid down and slightly tapped his tongue onto the pink nub already hard on England's chest, making England gasp. Seemingly happy with the reaction he fitted his whole mouth on top of it and started playing with it, sucking, licking, and grazing his teeth against it. Each making England gasp and moan in delight. When both nipples where hardened past the point of no return, Allistor quickly and swiftly grabbed the younger nations erect manhood, softly yet firmly stroking it, nudging his thumb along the top, all while holding him down with his other hand. Up and down, up and down, that's how his hand went, up and down. "s-s-Scotland….p-please sto-op" he couldn't even talk straight and he of course didn't want his brother to stop but…they were here in the middle of everyone and his younger brother, his little Al was still standing there, watching. Allistor came back up to meet England's eyes. The look of pain in the older nation was unbearable, but quickly washed away. He smiled softly and gave the nation a small peck on the check. He came close so that his breath was a ghost mingling with England's ear. He whispered a soft "I'm sorry" Then he stood up and left. Just like that, leaving England breathless and unfulfilled on the ground.