Four Hours

Chapter Three

Alfred watched Arthur take off his overcoat, noticing everything about his body. His slender frame and unusually broad shoulders complemented him strangely. Arthur smoothed down his brown suit jacket and loosened his tie slightly, then looked at Alfred. "That's better." He added, shooting Alfred a warm smile.

"Uh.. Yeah..." said Alfred; he really didn't know what to say to the dashingly handsome man before him. He scoured his head, searching for something, anything to say. "Hey, Artie, wanna play a game?"

"I don't see why not." replied the Brit, a smile broadening on his face. He did love a good game.

"Right, well..."

"Mhm?"

"How about 'Truth or Dare?'?" Truth or Dare. Seriously? How old were they, five?

"You're making me feel rather old, you know." smirked Arthur. "It sounds good. How about we add a twist so I don't feel as old?""

"Ooh!" Alfred said eagerly, "If you don't want to answer Truth, you have to remove one piece of clothing!"
He stopped and looked at Arthur, "We-We don't have to play it if you don't want?"

"Sod it, let's play!"

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"Ha ha ha! No way!" laughed Alfred, rather obnoxiously. His loud, irritating laugh was one of the things that added to his awesome personality. Or so that's what his brain said.

"Indeed, it's true..." sighed Arthur, watching Alfred wipe a tear or two from his eye; he'd just told him the embarrassing moment when France had caught him 'busying himself' in his room. He was actually surprised he had managed to live it down.

"Man, that's funny! Alright, your turn!"

"Truth or Dare?"

"D-Truth!"

"Would you rather screw Antonio or Lovino?"

"Dude! You can't do that!"

"Yes I can, now choose, Alfred."

"Dare."

The Brit frowned, "Dare? Can you do that?" he asked, his emerald eyes wide and shining. "Right, fine," he added, wafting his hand. "take off your shirt."
The American was just about to take off his tie he was interrupted by Arthur..."You can keep that on. Just take off the shirt, Alfie, come on! I'm getting impatient!"

"Like you're never..." muttered the American as he unbuttoned his crumpled white shirt, he shrugged it off his shoulders, revealing perfectly toned muscles and abs. The sight of it made Arthur's mouth drop. He couldn't believe his eyes. Before, Alfred looked like the average lad, but now, eesh. He looked perfect. Sorta like a brand new Ken doll, just with a shirt Barbie forgot to iron.

Seeing Arthur in this state was hilarious, he looked totally mesmerised.
"Like what you see? Ha ha! My turn!" yelled the American, pushing up his glasses and fixing his sparkling blue eyes on the Brit. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"Tell me one thing about yourself that, like, I didn't know before?!"

"One thing, One thing..." the Brit muttered before looking up proudly, "I used to own a motorbike?"

"A motorbike? Dude! That so totally rocks!"

"I know..."

Alfred smiled Arthur, "Come on! Can I have a dare now? Please please please please please?"

"Oh, alright then. I dare you to ring Russia and ask for a gang-bang with the Baltic states."

"WHAT?"

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