CC-101: Hey, this is chapter four! I am surprised you people like it so much. Also, a big thank you to all who have reviewed, followed, or favorite.
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As soon as Alfred was gone, Arthur let out a relaxed sigh and brought his hands down to rub at his face. What the hell was going on, and how the hell did he end up in this situation? Here he was a part of a Chess Kingdom, with someone who looked exactly like his crush and the King of Spades. However, their personalities were much more different. America seemed to be ruthless and unforgiving, or at least tried to be. He hid that with a facade of kindness. Why?
Whatever the reason, Arthur couldn't explain it. He thought that he should want to get out of here to live his life the way he preferred, but then again, the entire Kingdom of Spades was searching for him. He would take a new life in the Black Chess Kingdom than ever go back to heartbreak again.
Looking around the room, Arthur saw that it was empty except for him, a bed, Illumi, and two chairs. The feline had been sleeping the entire time. Now he jumped up onto Arthur's lap.
Arthur smiled down at his pet, and stroked his back, ruffling his black collar as Illumi purred beneath his fingertips. The blond chuckled to himself at the reaction he was given, and placed a kiss atop his head. Illumi rolled to his back lazily and looked up at his owner with sleepy eyes that soon closed when his belly area was rubbed.
"At least you've never hated me," he mumbled, picking off some of the fur from his fingers. "I'm quite glad I have you here." Illumi opened his eyes, almost as if he had sensed being talked to, and meowed quietly. Arthur grinned. He was certainly glad he wasn't alone.
A few minutes later, America came back in the room. In each hand, he carried a steak with potatoes and some peas. He had a neural face as he handed Arthur a plate. Then America sat down on the edge of the bed.
"So Arthur, do you like it?" Alfred asked, now looking calmer.
Arthur scooped up some peas with his spoon, enjoying the sweet and buttery taste they held. The steak was seasoned and cooked nicely, and was definitely fit for royalty. He wasn't a fan of potatoes, but he did enjoy them. He looked over at Alfred shyly, and nodded.
"It's quite good; I must say...who made it?" He tried to hide the fact that he loved the food by looking away from him so as to not give himself away, but every now and then, a piece of steak or peas would sneak into his mouth.
"The royal cooks. They love coming here to get spices and other things they can only get here." America said with a small smile on his face. He also started eating, a smile on his face. "That is a very loyal cat. I am sure my cat, Patches, would love to play with him."
Arthur hummed in thought before he glanced down at Illumi. "He is. I was surprised to find him on the street. He was so friendly, and bounced up to everyone's feet and rubbed against them for affection..." The green-eyed blond smiled, and petted his cat with his free hand. Illumi purred and arched forward to receive more contact. "He's a bit of a misfit, you could say...just like me...it's hard to find the right person to love..."
America nodded. "Patches is a bit grumpy but he will come around to you. Only my cat was a gift from England. My birthday is not really celebrated."
Arthur's eyebrows rose in shock. "Y...your birthday is never celebrated?" He reached over, hoping that maybe he and Alfred could perhaps be friends, and he rubbed his hand soothingly. "I'm so sorry...that's not really fair to you, is it..."
America squeezed his hand in return. "Thanks. My birthday is in two days."
Arthur felt a bit lightheaded. Alfred's birthday was...not what he would be celebrating.
"Well...I promise. I'll give you an amazing birthday." He grinned widely and placed the top of America's hand on his lips.
The taller smiled, a true bright smile. "Thank you. That means a lot to me." He grabbed Arthur's hand and kissed it. "And I promise to protect you this entire trip."
Arthur laughed quietly, and scooted closer, Illumi jumping from his lap and his plate being pushed away. "Thank you...I'm sure you won't fail me"
America smirked. "I am very good at what I do." He looked out the window. The moon was out. "Well, it's time for bed. Do you want something else?" He asked, motioning to Arthur's clothes.
Arthur gasped, tightening his grip on both the hand and the blankets beneath him to stop their trembling. "U-um...y-y-yes, um...th-that would be nice...I-I've never done it before, though...so, you'll have to excuse me..." Sure he had read some erotic novels, but that doesn't just make someone an expert on sex.
The King looked confused for a second before he connected the dots. "What? No! I don't mean that. I meant clothes but you will have to sleep with me." Seeing he was digging himself a deeper hole, America explained. "To make sure you didn't leave, England ordered me to have you sleep in my bed. I know you won't leave but I must follow orders."
The former queen breathed out. "Oh thank gods...I was so frightened! I-I mean, not that I don't trust you, but I had never done it before and thought I would be...I-I'll just..." He exhaled once again, rubbing his eyes and succeeding on controlling his breathing. "I-I understand...orders are orders. You won't do anything...suspicious unless I say so, though, correct?"
America nodded. "Remember, I am a killer not a rapist." He picked Arthur up bridal style and carried him to his room.
It was a chess themed place, with a focus on black. He had a bed with white pillows and black sheets. The floor was marble. A desk was in the corner as was a taller dresser. There was a chest in front of the bed; the colors were black and gold. Finally, on the bed was a white and orange cat.
America set Arthur down on the bed and pet the feline. "How is my third favorite Queen?"
The cat looked at him then rested back on the bed. Her tail did start to twitch though.
"She's beautiful," Arthur smiled, a blush still present on his face from when he had been picked up so carefully. He reached out a hand and petted the female cat gently. Illumi trotted into the room with a meow, and rubbed against America's feet. He looked up at the king with glee in his eyes. "You're very lucky to have such a friend with you. But...you said third favorite queen. Who are the others? England, I presume, is one?"
The King laughed as he picked up Illumi and set him down next to Patches. "I am lucky." He turned to the smaller. "And really?" He laughed again. "It's your Arthur! You one of my favorite Queens!"
Arthur blushed heavily, bowing his head. He was one of favorite queens to America? What was there to appreciate about him? He was known as the youngest Kirkland, even though he had a younger brother. He was nothing compared to everyone- or anyone. "Whot is there to like about me...I'm just a queen that has never experienced proper respect for once in his life. Whot do you find in me that is so appealing?"
America frowned at the words. "I don't think that. I like you because you are easy to talk to." He smiled as he started to change and turned around so Arthur didn't see anything. Normally America wouldn't act like this but Arthur had already shown how innocent he was. "I think your Kingdom is insane not to like you. You are beautiful."
Arthur's cheeks blazed brighter than before- not just because of the compliment, but because of the now naked America in front of him. "A-ah, I'm nothing, r-really..." His eyes didn't move from Alfred's body at all, and he felt his nether regions in between his legs twitch. "I-I-I, ah...I-I'm just ordinary Arthur, who has never lived his dreams."
The naked male grabbed a simple black nightgown. It covered to mid-thigh, and was very baggy. Putting it on the gown, America turned around and walked up to Arthur. Forcing said person to look him in the eye with one hand, he said, "I think you are far from ordinary. You have a very charming personality."
Arthur looked up into the green eyes, biting his lip to force himself to not lean up and peck the delightful plump and pink lips in front of him. He didn't know why he was having such an urge to do so. Was it because America looked like the only person he had ever loved? "Th...thank you," he whispered, slowly closing his eyes. "You are the only person I've ever met who has ever said something that kind..." He held his hands on either side of Alfred's face. "Why are you so wonderful to me...?"
America smiled. "Because..." He left off there as he leaned in and kissed Arthur. Deep inside, the King knew this was wrong. His mind told him this wasn't England but his body was more than happy to ignore that. After all, Arthur was like England's twin. One night wouldn't hurt, and it's not as if it would hurt anybody. England wouldn't even have cared.
Arthur tensed as soon as the lips met his, but he relaxed. He had never kissed someone like this before, but he tried the best he could with what he had experienced through seeing it happen. He let his arms wrap around America's neck and opened his mouth with a soft hum of interest.
America took dominance as he let his tongue map the inside of Arthur's mouth. He moved the Queen so the smaller was on his lap. Then he broke the kiss and looked into the emerald orbs gazing into his own blue eyes. The smaller seemed to have calmed down from his earlier nervousness.
Arthur attempted to catch his breath, his breathing gentle and his eyes gazing into the beautiful cerulean eyes. How did someone have so much experienced and was so enamored by inexperienced him? He let out a light chuckle. "You have quite the talent, America." He connected their kiss, opening his mouth and waiting for the warm, moist tongue to slip inside.
Smiling into the kiss, the taller kissed Arthur again. He made sure to keep his hand on Arthur's hips and nowhere else. While this was nice, it just felt a bit wrong, like he was betraying England, even if he wasn't actually with his Queen.
Arthur felt nothing as the other's lips moved against his. His body was numb; his lips were eager and needy; his nether regions were growing and expanding and heating, and he felt they needed to be tended to. He should have felt like he was betraying Alfred, but he wasn't. Like Alfred had said, their marriage was only political. There were no feelings from the King of Spades that he knew. Being with America would not hurt him at all.
America broke the kiss. "Are you sure you want to do this? I am not Alfred no matter how much I look like him. And my loyalty is to my own Queen. Nothing will come of this, are you sure you still want to do this?"
Arthur hesitated. He definitely wanted this. It made no difference to him what they did or did not do. But he could see why America would not want this. "If you don't want to do this...if you want to stay loyal to your queen, I mean, I can always just..." He looked over at the wash room, and started to get up. "I'm sorry; I'll go wash myself up now."
America got up and wrapped his arms around Arthur. "Now wait a minute, I asked if you wanted this. You are an adult and can choose your path in life. I have no problem having you share my bed tonight or the next nights to come. What I am worried about is you. Do you want your first time to be with someone who looks like the person you love but hates you AND for your first time to be with someone who will not pursue a relationship with you? If the answer is yes then I will be happy to spend all of tonight with you."
Arthur felt his nerves unwind. So America really didn't mind doing this with him. Well...that was good. He moved closer to the King of the Chess Kingdom, and nodded. "I want this. I want to at least feel appreciated and not hated; even if it's temporary...please do that for me while I'm with you."
America nodded and kissed the other gentle yet firm. Slowly he undressed the Queen in front of him. By gods he was beautiful. That would also mean that England looked like this, America almost drooled. However this was not England but Arthur and America had to put that in his mind.
Arthur blushed heavily and tried to hide himself. He had touched himself a few times, mostly at night if his thoughts got him too excited, but never had he shown his body to anyone else. He felt insecure. He wondered what America looked like. Probably tan, muscular. He certainly looked extremely fine under the nightgown
America back up and reached for the clasp the held the gown together. Once unclipped, the cloth fell to the floor, exposing the body that was previously hidden from Arthur's sight. It was a very tan and muscular body. The Queen couldn't help but let his line of sight shift down. In comparison, America was bigger and wider than Arthur.
Arthur, even though he was a bit embarrassed, found his hands wandering all over the other's body. He was hastily getting aroused, and he wondered how long they could last. America was beautiful, absolutely handsome. He bet Alfred looked just as good.
No. None of that. America. Only America, with no relationship whatsoever. This was just to feel something inside, that someone appreciated him in some way.
America on the other hand was not a virgin. He was very aroused but his cock wasn't has hard as Arthur's. He grabbed the other's hand and led him to the bed. Setting the Queen down, the King got on top of him. As it was Arthur's first time, he was going to go slow and be patient. He didn't want Arthur to take away a bad memory from this and scar him for life. Leaning down, America gave a gentle kiss to the smaller's nose. "Absolutely beautiful."
Arthur blushed and smiled small. "Extravagently handsome, you are." He stroked the side of the other's face in wonder. So, so, handsome. He wondered how his Queen could hate him. "Your kindness is just as great, though..."
"You call me kind but we both know we are using each other. To hide from pain and from being lonely." America whispered back. "Yet is it kind to give it?" He went down and passionately kissed the other. His tongue battling a less experienced one.
Arthur moaned into the kiss, letting his tongue lose the battle against the other. He was fine with it; he didn't mind it at all. Just like how he didn't mind using America, and how he didn't mind being used. He was numb at the thought, and gave no opinion, for he had none. What was there to say or do? He was absolutely sure that Alfred didn't love him, and all the former Queen of Spades wanted was to be loved, to be accepted. If Alfred couldn't give him any, at least America could give him one.
America moved to Arthur's neck. He sucked, bit, and licked the skin. He paid special attention to the sensitive spots he found. So far the best reaction was from a bit below his ear. His hands were just wandering the smaller's body. They simply glided over skin, having no real direction.
Arthur gasped and writhed beneath America, one hand gripping the sheets under him, and the other pulling his face closer. He hadn't ever had that spot toyed with; even though he knew it was the most sensitive part of his body. He wanted more than this, more contact, even though he was new to all of these emotions. The feelings felt both scary and exciting. His hands trembled for more, and he wondered if scooting his lower half back and forth against him would help, which was just what he did.
America smirked as Arthur rocked his hips. The taller never understood why people called virgins the ultimate lay until now. They were so unused to the pleasure; it made your ego bigger. Arthur's erection looked painful; he really should start paying some attention to it. However, he wasn't done teasing the other yet. Using one hand he played with Arthur's left nipple while his mouth went to suck on the right.
Arthur's voice raised several octaves as he inhaled sharply, and he squirmed in place, wanting more. He was extremely hot, especially down below, and his nerves were on fire everywhere America's hands touched him. He didn't know what to do, and resorted to loudly panting and groaning beneath the more experienced male's body.
America smiled as he could tell Arthur was struggling. He felt happy like this. He decided to thank Arthur by giving him release and a blow job. He expected a big response and he got one.
Arthur nearly screamed when a warm mouth wrapped around his erection, and his hands instantly wrapped into the other's golden locks. He panted out loud, leaning his head back and arching off the bed, hips snapping upwards into America's mouth. The former queen clenched his eyes shut as the tongue wrapped around him, cheeks inhaling. His body was getting hotter by the second, and he felt the heat coil inside of him and towards his stomach.
"A-America...," he breathed out, thrusting his hips up even more into his mouth. "I-I-I'm, a-ah..!"
The King smirked and worked harder. Finally, he heard the other scream and release. His mouth filled with cum but he drank it all. America didn't mind the taste. While it wasn't like food, it had a bland taste. He licked his lips as he watched Arthur's reaction.
When Arthur finally felt the release he had been hoping for, he screamed louder than before and let the semen shoot out in streams. When he was done, he relaxed limp against the bed, trying to catch his breath as his hands treaded through America's hair and to his sides. He had jerked himself off, but nothing had felt as nice as what he had just endured. And still, he wanted more.
America came back up to kiss Arthur again. His own cock was begging for him to do something. He looked down at the smaller. "Did that feel good enough for you? I could do this all night."
Arthur shivered, and nodded with a silly grin on his face. He could tell by the look America was returning. "That's one of the best feelings in my life..." He chuckled. "I could go however long you want."
Smiling, America got up and got some slick so it wouldn't hurt so much. Getting back on top, he looked at Arthur. "I warn you, this will hurt, greatly. If you want we could stop for the night." He was trying to let the other have a way out if needed.
Arthur hesitated for a second. He figured it would hurt greatly, being his first time. But he shook his head. He wanted to feel good more, and the thought of what they were about to do got him excited again. "I understand...I know you won't mean it, though." He managed a weak smile. "I trust you...but I truly need this. I want to know what it feels like to be accepted by someone else...please"
America frowned. He nuzzled into the other. "Oh Arthur, you are accepted by people. I do. You don't need to have sex to prove it. But if that's what you truly want, I will give it to you. Do you still want this?"
Arthur sheepishly looked away. He figured that sex wouldn't prove acceptance, but right now, America was being so nice to him. He wanted something.
America smiled and kissed his forehead. "If you are feeling bad for wanting to quit, it is ok. I can finish myself off or if you want, you could help me."
Arthur glanced up at America momentarily, and shook his head. "I'll be fine, America. Like I said before, I...I really need this." He grasped the king's wrist and directed him towards where he figured they would go, and helped slip one inside of him with a gasp.
The taller pulled his dry finger put. "Wait! I have to use the slick!" He covered his fingers in the substance and then pushed one finger in
Arthur had, at first, cringed and gave a loud groan of pain when he himself had put in the finger. But, now that America had inserted it on his own with the slick, he was gasping for air and in discomfort. It felt strange to have a finger up inside of him, where it usually wouldn't have any reason for being there, but otherwise he wasn't in too much pain as he thought he would be.
"I-it feels strange," he flinched on instinct as the finger seemed to plunge even deeper inside of him, wiggling a squirming as much as he was to get in the right position
"It always does," America commented. His wiggled his finger more. Inside, he just wanted to fuck the other but he had a promise to keep. As he added another finger, a thought came to him. If Arthur and England were the same...did that mean that England was also a virgin? His nearly stopped moving his finger in shock.
No way! The Queen was always making sexual suggestions. Woman and men flocked to his side, to the power he commanded. Pushing the thought out of his mind, America started to scissor Arthur open.
Arthur grimaced as he was stretched a bit more, but hissed in pain when the fingers scissor. He had gotten fully but now it slightly died down. His hands wavered up to gather into America's hair. But, he noticed, that the fingers were gentle with him. They only moved when he wasn't cringing too badly. He wondered if, because America was this talented, that Alfred was...
No. He shouldn't think of that. Alfred was just that person he had known. But now...just a stranger. Arthur's eyes shut closed at the third finger that was added, but he cried out as soon as something inside of him was hit and his body was drenched in pleasure. "A-ahh! A-America~!
Said person decides to play dumb. He had been searching for that spot since the beginning! He tilted his head in mock confusion. "What? Do you want something?" He paused for a slight second before hitting Arthur's sweet spot again. "Like that?" He continually abused that spot making it hard for the smaller to answer. His gasps and moans got in the way. However the noises were too much for America so he took the fingers out.
Arthur leaned his head back and allowed his body to be assaulted by the fingers. But once they were out of his body, he nearly whined from the emptiness. He looked over at America, blushing when he noticed that they were now closer to getting to what he had been waiting for. He was a mix of both nerves and thrills. He wondered what it would be like. America looked down. His fingers were already coating himself with the slick. Then he positioned himself. He wanted this so bad!
"This is your last chance to stop me," America warned, even if it was suggestion that went against his wishes. "I will not hold this against you."
Arthur shook his head slowly. "No, I'll be fine, I promise." He managed a smile that he was sure was full of lust. "I'm ready for whotever you give me."
America smiled and kisses the other. As the kiss happened, he thrust inside the other. He groaned at the tight heat, the pressure around his erection was indescribable. He knew virgins were always tight but this was incredible. The taller had to use all of his willpower not to start thrusting and have his way with the smaller.
The King impatiently waited though. As he said before, he was a killer not a rapist. He took deep breaths and distracted himself by paying more attention to Arthur's neck. Said neck was at this point marked with many hickeys of various size and darkness.
Arthur inhaled loudly as his breath was lost as the other slid into him, perfectly even. The pressure, the pleasure, was exhilarating and aching! It was painful, since he had never experienced this before, but he could feel the pleasure just out of his reach. He griped in annoyance, wiggling to try and get used to the feeling of having something present up there.
He could tell America was holding back everything inside of him to not hurt him. Arthur was thankful he had kept true to his word that he only killed, and didn't rape. His neck was lathered in kisses and small bites, turning him into a puddle of whimpers in pleasure, helping him by distracting him from the pain. "I-I think I'm ready..."
America growled as Arthur wiggled. Gods! How was he suppost to control himself?! The madness ended as Arthur gave him permission to move. He had never heard a more beautiful string of words put together than that. Smiling again, he slowly started to thrust in and out. He wanted to start small as Arthur was not used to the movement but he was willing to bet that the Queen was a quick learner, he could figure out how to keep time with his trusts.
Arthur gasped, apparently even louder than before, as the thrusts began. Oh, this was definitely a gentle, slow place, and the pain was now fleeting. He appreciated the kindness extremely; he'd have to pay America back. But he couldn't even think about that right now, as he started to move his hips down to meet with the king. The former queen didn't quite know what he was doing or why he was; all he knew was that he needed more. More, more, more, to drown himself in pleasure.
America smiled as they started to move in unison. Arthur was very tight and he just felt like he was going to explode. America started to speed up his thrusts. The taller groaned in a loud tone when Arthur tightened his insides around America's cock.
"Arthur," the King groaned as he felt the Queen tighten his muscles. "Keep doing that." He felt great pleasure and wanted to return the favor. He took one of his hands and started to pump Arthur's arousal.
Arthur nodded while still panting and had continued to throw himself down, but now he arched off the bed as his erect member was grabbed and that one spot inside of him was hit over and over again. He quaked in pleasure, now screaming as he erratically thrust himself down, moaning and groaning and crying out in surprise each time something felt good. He couldn't take it any longer, he tried to hold it back, he did, but everything was so good and hot and he needed to end and he completed over both he and America, trembling and screaming as he did.
America moaned as he felt Arthur come. It was rather soon but the other was less experienced. He was actually unsure what to do. He was still aroused but he could go another round. However Arthur looked shattered by the orgasm so he just pulled out, his body complaining about the decision.
Arthur, still calming down from the amazing high, looked over the length of his body when he felt empty. He gave a quiet whimper in sadness at the feeling, but then realized why. He had finished earlier than America. "I'm sorry," he whispered, more than embarrassed. How could he finish off so quickly? They had only just started, and here he was, coming like an idiot when he should have waited!
The taller tried to be comforting when he spoke. "It's ok; it is like that for everyone in the beginning." He smiled as he got up. "I will finish in the bathroom. I'll bring out a towel for you later." Forcing himself to turn around, America moved toward the bathroom. He felt dizzy with so many hormones going through his body but his will was set in stone. He promised to the other and he would keep them.
Arthur watched America for a couple of seconds before he realized just how selfish he, Arthur, was being. He had just used America for his own needs! He hadn't given him the release that he deserved! He needed to pay back the favor, and he did so by pulling on the king's arm and stepping in front of him.
"No need to go to the bathroom," he murmured, getting on his knees. "I-I'll help you. Just like how you helped me."
America put his hands on Arthur's shoulders. "Are you sure? I am quite large." It was true. The King was large and wide, a combo that had brought many to his bed before they got scared of him. Add the fact that this was presumably Arthur's first blowjob, this might hurt a bit.
The former queen nodded, even though America was pretty large. He had an average sized mouth, but he figured he would be able to do this without too much of a problem. He could fit in about a quarter of it; whatever he couldn't fit, he'd just massage lightly with those long, skilled fingers of his.
"I...I won't take too much in. I can fit a good amount inside my mouth. And..if it doesn't work, at least let me, you know...j-jerk you off..."
America nodded. "I will try to coach you through it but if it hurts, stop." He went back over to the bed to sit down, gesturing for Arthur to follow him.
He moved Arthur into the right position. "Keep your hands on my hips in case I buck. You want to relax your throat and slowly put it in. After use your tongue and fingers."
Arthur nodded and did everything he was told to do. He was a bit nervous, but he was sure everything would be alright. "Okay," he answered quietly, and eyed the dripping member. It looked painful to look at, and he was positive it was aching for America.
With his hands resting on the other male's hips, the former queen leaned forward and startled to, at first, gently kiss the tip of the erection before sliding only the head of it in. It fit in his mouth neatly perfect, putting his elbow against the inside of his thigh to gently hold the base with his fingers, and although the taste was strange, he continued with his work.
America groaned as Arthur first put his cock in the smaller's mouth. The taller put his hands in Arthur's hair. "Good." Arthur was not bad at this. He quickly learned what he had to do. Yet as it was Arthur was a virgin, America's cock slipped out of his mouth a few times but Arthur kept trying. The effort was…cute in a way.
Arthur hummed in thought as the erection slipped out of his mouth again. He hastily went back to going around it again, going a bit further so that it wouldn't slip out. He licked and massaged whatever was in his mouth, hoping that whatever he was doing was good. Arthur took in more of the erection with his mouth, sliding a bit out when it got too much for him to hold. Wondering what the king's reaction would be if he did something unexpected, he sucked in his cheeks around America.
The King almost ripped out his hair. America moaned, was the other trying to make him fuck Arthur's mouth? He looked down and said, "That's it, just a little more."
Arthur hummed, nodding his head. When he heard the soft moan from the king of the Chess Kingdom, he chuckled and bobbed his head again, his long and thin fingers massaging the base. He could tell America was close by the way his moans were getting louder and his pants were getting faster.
America held on for another minute before coming into Arthur's mouth. "AH!" His hands relaxed and he fell back onto the bed. Closing his eyes, he regained his breath. Then he looked back at Arthur.
When America had come, Arthur had pulled away in fear of choking on the semen. Unfortunately, as he did, he forgot to tear his head away and had the white sticky substance spray on his face and mouth. He had shut his eyes just in time, but was not able to close his mouth as the semen went all over his face.
America quickly got a small rag. "I am so sorry!"
Arthur licked off some of the semen from his lips and some that had landed on his cheeks, before taking the rag and cleaning his face off. But his expression was not one of sorrow, but one of amusement. "It's fine! No big deal, America!"
Said person nodded. "If you say so," he picked the other up and brought them down to the bed. Snuggling with the other, he asked, "Did you like it? Everything was good?"
Arthur was startled from being picked up, and let the rag fall to the ground. He smiled at the cuddle. America radiated a lot of body heat, not too stifling but not too weak. In fact, it was comforting in a way, to be held in strong arms like that. "It was perfect," the smaller sighed, shutting his eyes. "Absolutely perfect," He opened his eyes a bit, one last thought on his mind. "Whot about you?"
America looked at him. "Well, one of the best I have ever had in my bed." His finger came up to pet Arthur's cheek. "If I had my way, I would take you back home with me, no matter what your King wants."
Arthur blushed, still smiling, and let out another sigh. "I wish you could. To be honest, I'm a bit afraid to go back to him... I wonder how he'll react...wonder how he's doing..." He shook himself out of his daze. "No worries, though. I'll enjoy our moments together. Maybe we can even keep in touch afterwards."
The King made a whistling noise. Up from the ceiling, something came down fast. America smiled as he pet the eagle now perching on the bed frame. "This is Freedom. She is my favorite eagle. She can carry messages for us."
Arthur was surprised to see the large eagle. She was beautiful, her feathers a shining color in the dim light from the candles. "She's beautiful." He looked at America and smiled. "I'm glad we'll be able to talk. But...do you think we will ever meet again in person?"
America thought about it and sighed. "If my Queen likes your Kingdom, then yes, I will meet you. If not, I will never see you again."
It was sad but true. If Arthur's King and Kingdom were anything less than what England expected, America would never be allowed to come back. The King never got enough free time and leaving the board this long already was dangerous, but England was smart. He knew how to play.
Arthur frowned. That was extremely disappointing. He had even forgotten that he was being tested. "I supposed I'll have to really impress your Queen then, right?" England sounded extremely intimidating. Arthur already knew it would be hard to convince him.
"No, you must impress me. I will tell my Queen my thoughts, and then her spies in your Kingdom will tell you what steps your Kingdom took. If he agrees you are good allies, England will set up an alliance, maybe then." America stated. England had more spies than stars in the sky, or at least that's how it seemed to America. The Queen always knew what was going to happen. "Maybe then."
Arthur sighed. "Thank the gods. I don't know whot I would have done facing your queen. He sounds quite intimidating. Ah, no offense to you."
America looked at Arthur. "He is but it just how he rules. We would lose the throne without him. When we are alone, England is actually nice to hang around with but those chances are rare. I cherish them beyond belief."
"I'm sure you do," he smiled. "I wish I could do the same with Alfred. He doesn't understand others very well. He can't sense the atmosphere. I won't' be surprised if he'd be panicking right now."
"Why would he panic? I thought you said he didn't care about you?" America questioned as he watched Freedom fly away to her nest that was hidden in the corner of the ceiling. "And surely there are some moments of peace?"
"Alfred doesn't care about me, but it was our Jack and I that got the work done. He would only do half and then leave." Arthur frowned, tracing a pattern on America's arm. "There are moments where he would be enjoyable. Where he would make my heart beat hard, my mind goes wild, and my desire for him rises even more. But then there are moments where he doesn't give me the time of day. And when that happens..." Emerald eyes wandered over to where Freedom was, and he sighed. "When that happens, I wish I could fly away forever."
America gave him a sad smile. "We are the same. That's why I named her Freedom; it is what I want most. My Queen laughs and tells me freedom is more binding than chains. I never understood what he meant by that. Freedom is the power to live as you want to live. What else could there be?"
Arthur smiled back at him with the same emotion: sadness, need. "Freedom is whot every man desires. We need to be free from our binds but we are bound by blood and years and years of past generations. We cannot...and that is why we are who we are, why we act the way we do." His hand intertwined with America's, and this time his grin was confident. "I hope you one day find your freedom, America."
The taller gave him a smile. "Me too." Wrapping the over them, America gave Arthur a small kiss. "Now let's go to bed. You have a rough day tomorrow."
Arthur smiled, and closed his eyes. "Of course. Good night, America."
America spooned Arthur and Arthur used America's chest as a pillow. Tired from the sex they had, the two fell asleep quiet quickly.
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