Okay lovelies!

Warning: This chapter contains a (suckish) lemon, but enjoy it nonetheless.

Chapter 3 - Valentine's Night

"Seriously, Alfred, must we really go out tonight?" asked an annoyed Arthur.

Though Paris was filled with the sights and atmosphere of love and romance, Arthur was somehow not in the mood to be a part of it. Maybe it was because of the conversation he had had with Francis earlier that day. Or maybe because of how weird Alfred was acting. Since the couple left the conference building, Alfred seemed to have a strange, almost dark atmosphere around him. Whenever Arthur asked if he was alright, he just strugged it off with a simple "Meh." Had he been a little less concerned about his lover, he would've definitely scrutinized the "meh", but let it go for the time being. But Arthur could definitely that something was wrong with Alfred. He had a strong feeling that he knew something, but there was no way he was going to push it. But despite all of that, Arthur found it strange taht Alfred was still willing to take him out.

"Yes, we have to go! I mean, it's Valentine's Day and the city looks amazing! Look at it!" Alfred exclaims, pointing out of the hotel room window to a bright and lively city. "Why would you want to stay in when you can be out and a part of that?"

Arthur had to admit it was beautiful. It looked like something in some sappy romance movie. The moon shined brightly on the Seine, lights brightening all of the city and plenty of lovers about in the city; hugging, cuddling and kissing. Though he'd never admit it, Arthur knew that was one of the most romantic sties he'd ever seen.

"Yo, Artie," Alfred called, trying to get the attention of a now daydreaming Arthur. "You can at least give me an answer!"

"Hm?"

Alfred sighed. "Nevermind. Let's just go."

Before the Briton could object, the American literally dragged him out the hotel room without a second thought.

"Bloody wanker! Must you always be so abrasive?"

"As long as it gets you outside!"

"Where did I ever go wrong with you?"

Once outside, the couple decided to take a simple walk around the beautiful city, hand-in-hand like most of the couples out that night.

They had been walking around in comfortable silence for a little while until they walk along the bridge in the heart of the city. Noticing the moonlit river, they decide to stop.

"Wow," Alfred almost coos. "This is..beautiful." Despite his loud, obnoxious, rash, impulsive, self-centered and slightly pompous asshole-ish exterior, Alfred did have a sweet, sultry and innocently romantic side to him that only he and Arthur knew of. In all honesty, it was one his most attractive qualities in Arthur's eyes.

Arthur stops and admires the scenery. "Yes, it is very beaut-" Arthur says before a pair of rosy red lips press onto his. Alfred continues to give his lover soft, slow kiss then breaks away, saying, "Happy Valentine's Day."

Stunned, Arthur simply blinks at the taller man. He then relaxes and kisses him back. Alfred then starts to deepens the kiss. Though Arthur was never keen on public displays of affection like that, he decided to be lenient for the was Valentine's day after all.

They broke away, stopping to catch their breath. They spent only a few short moments doing so until the reconnected their lips, soon deepening the kiss. In the midst of the heated kiss, Alfred's hands start to roam over Arthur's bod until he reached the Brit's bottom, giving it a tight squeeze. Gasping, the Briton broke the kiss.

"You git! Why would you-" He was cut off by his boyfriend, who was stifling his laughter.

"Because I love you!" The American exclaimed while giving the Brit a slightly firm smack on the bottom. His face a now bright glowing shade of red, Arthur nearly screamed, "Would you stop that!"

Now bursting with laguhter, Alfred replied, "Fine, Iggy. I'll stop." Glaring at the blue-eyed man, Arthur crossed his arms and turned away from him.

"Aw, come on Artie," Alfred tried to reassure. "Lighten up, will ya?"

"First of all, you mean 'will you', not 'will ya.' And second of all, how can I lighten up if you do something like that in public!"

"Do what? This?" asked the younger man, who was again squeezing the older man's behind.

Still gasping, the emerald-eyed screamed, "Yes! Now stop that!"

"Okay, okay! I'll stop now." Alfred replied. Then he wraps his arms around his blushing lover's waist and rests his head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry. But it's not my fault that you have the most perfect ass in the world."

"Alfred!"

"Okay, I'm done. Sorry."

Alfred then lets go of Arthur and grabs his hand. They start to head back to the hotel. During their trip back, the taller man world occassionally grab the shorter man's behind, receiving glares and hard punches. Alfred's only response was a simple kiss on the cheek and a half-mumbled "Love ya, Iggy."

Again, Arthur let that slide. The moment was too perfect to ruin by scolding, after all.

Once back in the hotel room, Arthur sat down on the bed and immediately start to strip off his clothes, only to stop once in boxers. While he was doing so, Alfred was in the bathroom doing the same. In nothing but his boxers, Alfred comes charging out of the bathroom, leaps, and lands on the bed, pulling Arthur next to him. The latter jumped and screamed at the other, "YOU BLOODY GIT! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT!"

Bursting out in laughter, the American teased, "I was being spontaneous and I thought that would have turned you on."

"How can it turn me on if I nearly have a bleeding HEART ATTACK!"

"Aww, relax, Iggy," Alfred says before gently leaning in to kiss his British lover.

"Ugh, I don't know what I'm going to with you, Alfred," replies an irritated yet amused Arthur, who then kisses his American lover back. Alfred then deepens the kiss when he gently pressed his tongue onto Arthur's lips, asking for entrance, which was granted. For a few long moments, the couple had been battling for dominance. Alfred kissed as if he was more than sure he was going to win the battle, but Arthur was bent on not losing. Unfortunately, he did. Now recognizing his victory, Alfred then climbs on top of Arthur, still kissing him, but with more vigor and desire.

Alfred slowly makes his trail of kisses down Arthur's neck and collarbone. Arthur absentmindedly let out soft moans. Alfred's hands then start to roam over the smaller man's body, earning more soft moans. Alfred then moves down to suck, lick and even bite on his lover's chest and nipples. Arthur continued to let out soft moans. "A-ah Alfred." Said man continued to leave 'love marks' over his lover's body until he stopped at his boxers. He then smirked and decided to tease the sandy-blonde man.

Tugging at it, Alfred teased, "Hm, quite the tent you have here, huh?"

"Alfred, you wanker, stop teasing!"

"What? I just want to know what you want me to do about it."

Panting, he said, "STOP BLEEDING TEASING ME! Just do something already!"

Chuckling, Alfred did as he was told, slowly removing Arthur's boxers. He then gently pressed his tongue onto the tip of Arthur's member. The younger man licked and sucked on it, earning slightly louder moans from the older man. His smirk grew a little more. He took all of the older man's member into his mouth, receiving louder moans.

"N-nngh, Al-Alfred."

With his own member becoming more erect at the sounds of Arthur's sex noises, Alfred slowly removes his own boxers and disposed of them on the floor. He then leans up to blindly reach for the questionably open bottle of lube that was sitting on the nightstand next to the bed. He started to rub some onto his hands when he heard Arthur make soft groans due to the lack of attention he started to feel. That made Alfred only smirk more.

Laughing slyly and rubbing some of the lube on Arthur's stomach, Alfred said, "I only stopped for like two seconds and yet, you miss me already."

"Belt up and fuck me, you bloody git!"

Still chuckling at his lover's reactions, Alfred put more lube onto his fingers and slowly and gently inserted his index finger into Arthur's entrance.

"Ahh," Arthur winced.

"Sorry," Alfred reassured, lightly kissing him on the forehead.

Alfred started to pull his finger in and press it back into Arthur's entrance rhythmically until he inserted his second finger in. He felt Arthur tense up a little.

"Relax."

Arthur did so and eventually arched his hips up to try to get more of Alfred's touch. By then, Alfred had already started making scissor-like motions, trying to open Arthur up more, which in turn resulted in more moans.

"A-Al-fred."

Named added his third finger, still making slow, rhythmic insertions into his smaller lover. Said lover continued to arch up and make more noises, which only pleased the taller man more.

Smirking, Alfred removed his fingers and rubbed some lube on his length. He then added his length as a replacement to his finger.

"AAH!" Arthur yelled, not quite used to the feeling.

Reassuringly, Alfred gently pressed his lips onto Arthur's, saying, "Relax, I'll take it slow." Arthur simply nodded and motioned for him to continue.

Slowly, Alfred thrusted into Arthur, making sure not to be too rough. A few moments later, he had heard Arthur faintly say, "Faster." Alfred did as he was told and picked up the pace, still making sure not to be too rough.

"Faster."

Alfred picked up the pace, this time grabbing Arthur's member and pumping it in rhythm with his thrusts. Soon after, he had finally pounded onto Arthur's prostate.

"Ah-Ahh Al-Alfred!"

For a few longer moments, they continued at that fast yet rhythmic pace, coming closer to their climax by each passing second.

"Ah-Ah! Alfred, I-I'm-"

Arthur could barely finish a thought. He was in ecstacy and loving it! With only a few more pounds to the prostate, Arthur soon found himself dangerously close to the edge.

"Al-Alfred, I'm g-going to c-"

"I know. Me too."

One more thrust and Arthur released all over his and Alfred's chest. Soon after, Alfred released inside of Arthur. For a couple of minutes, Alfred stayed as he was, simply gazing to a pair of emerald orbs and admiring. He eventually pulled out of Arthur and laid down next to him.

"I love you, Iggy," Alfred said with a semi-sweet smile and half-smirk.

"I love you too, you git," Arthur replied with only a smirk.

Soon after, the couple drifted off to sleep, Alfred dreaming of him and Arthur, and Arthur only having nightmares. Again.

End chapter 3!

A few things:

1. I hoped you enjoyed the chapter.

2. Sorry the suckish lemon.

3. I, for a reason, decided to write the romantic US/UK Valentine's day chapter before the night between Francis and Arthur.

4. The chapter that explains the night between Francis and Arthur is on its way, hopefully this weekend.

5. Reviews welcome/mandatory!

Until next time, hasta la pasta!