A soft scratching on his door awoke him and he groaned, stuck his head over the top of his duvet. Arthur hadn't come back, he had stayed awake for hours waiting...And somewhere between the thoughts of getting up and going to him, and his tears Alfred had drifted off to sleep. "Get lost" he muttered to whatever was scratching at his door. But it didn't let up and he groaned, shoved the duvet off and put his glasses back on. His eyes were bright red and his hair was all askew as he trudged across the bedroom door and yanked it open. "Matt" he said, crossing his arms, "what do you want?".
"It's Arthur" he said, biting his lip, "he's really sick and I'm worried about him. He wouldn't get out of bed this morning!".
Alfred's face quickly thwarted into shock and horror and he rushed past Matthew into Arthur's room. It was very dark in there, the curtains were closed and he could hear groaning from underneath the cover. "Arthur?" he whispered worriedly, slowly moving across the bedroom, "what's wrong dude?".
"I want to die" came a mumbled response.
Alfred chuckled and shook his head.
"Why are you laughing!?" Matt cried from behind him, "didn't you hear? He wants to DIE!".
"Canada" he said, turning around, "England is going to be fine. He's got something called a hangover. He is feeling sorry for himself, that's all".
"Shut the hell up moron" came a grumbled reply from underneath the covers. "It's not a hangover...I don't get hangovers!".
"Matt, go and make him a strong cup of coffee".
"But he won't drink it...".
"Don't worry, I'll make him drink it".
Matt scurried away and Alfred went to leave before he was suddenly yanked backwards. "WAHH!" he cried, landing heavily on the bed. "Arthur!".
"Are you mad at me?" he whispered, letting go of the American, "I...I'm sorry about last night, I was with Matthew—".
"Of course you were" he muttered, "but that didn't stop me laying awake all night, did it?".
"Alfred...".
"No. I don't want to hear it, Arthur. You can lie here and wallow in self-pity whilst Canada-Chan the nurse looks after you. We were both drunk last night, you particularly wasted. That's the end of it".
"Can you check one thing for me?" he whispered.
Alfred sighed heavily and turned to look at Arthur. "What?".
"Have I got something in my eye? It really hurts...".
Alfred rolled his own eyes but bent down so he could look. When he got the shock of his life.
The Brit reached up and clutched the Yanks cheeks, pulled his lips down towards his and kissed him desperately, begging that the American would reciprocate...
Alfred froze up before those feelings he had experienced the previous night came rushing back to him. He crushed his lips to the man beneath him and locked their hands together as he ground his hips down onto Arthur's.
"Nghh! Nnn...nngh" he moaned, clenching his and the American's hand together more tightly as his hips moved impulsively against Alfred's.
Even though they could be disturbed at any moment the thrill of that fact drove Alfred on and he took one of his hands away from Arthur's and slid it down his chest and beneath his shirt.
"Haaaa!" the older nation gasped, arching his whole body back so it arched into Alfred's chest.
"Alfred! Should I add sugar!?" Canada asked through the door as he knocked softly on it.
The younger man stopped and slid his hands behind Arthur, pulled him up so he was seated in his lap. "Matthew" he said loudly, "could you go out for a couple hours? Go and rent a movie or something. Arthur hasn't just got a hangover, I was wrong, it's something a lot more serious and I don't want you to get upset by it".
"Oh...Okay, Alfred...Tell him I love him!" Matthew shouted, before he left the house.
"Matt says he loves you" Alfred growled, before he suddenly pushed Arthur back down onto the bed and bent his head, softly sucked on Arthur's neck.
The Englishman gasped and instantly clamped himself to the American, wound his legs tightly around Alfred's waist. "A couple of hours" he breathed, sliding his hands down the older nations back, "we're alone for a couple of hours...".
"Whatever shall we do?" Alfred whispered in reply, as he used his other hand and slid it beneath the Englishman's shirt, before he used his thumbs to push it up and pulled it over Arthur's head, threw it off to the side. The American smiled as he saw the man's blushing skin and he slipped his lips down from the Brit's neck onto his chest and slid them over to the man's nipples.
"ALFRED!" the older nation gasped, clamping his eyes shut "ahh!".
The Brits next move shocked the American, and he suddenly found himself looking up at the ceiling and Arthur suddenly tore the shirt America had put on that morning before he stopped.
"Ahh...Oops" he murmured, holding the two pieces in his hands, "I've got more strength then I thought...Sorry".
"Don't be" Alfred breathed, still a little startled, "really...don't be".
Alfred pushed up and made himself in the lead again, his bare torso pressing down on Arthur's. "Everything we've been through" he whispered, pressing his forehead down onto his mentors, "the war, the bickering, the disagreements...Through everything I've always loved you. You're imprinted on my heart, Arthur. I'm branded as yours...Property of England and I wouldn't have it any other way".
The Englishman reached up and held the Americans cheek. "Alfred, I can't express how I feel for you...I just can't speak it. But what we're doing now, I hope it shows you how I feel. How much you mean to me".
The yank smiled and slowly ran his hand down the older man's chest and down to his zipper. He smiled and gently slid the zip down and then gently pulled his trousers down along with his boxers. Arthur started to blush beneath him and shivered a little.
"Don't be worried" the American whispered, "everything is going to be fine, I promise" he whispered reassuringly.
"How do you know?".
"I don't" he admitted, "I've never done anything like this before...But just relax, relax...". Alfred bent down and kissed the older nation as he undid his own trousers and slid them down, along with his boxers. "Do you trust me?" he whispered, sliding his hands to hold Arthur's.
"I trust you" he whispered back, holding the Americans hands tightly, "with my life Alfred".
The younger nation took a deep breath and raised Arthur's arm above his head, squeezed them tightly as his mentor closed his eyes.
"I love you, Arthur" the American whispered.
"I know Alfred. I know".
With a deep breath the American ducked his head and then thrusted his hips forwards, pushing into the older nation.
"AHH! A-ALF-AHH!!" Arthur cried, arching back in a warped mixture of pain and pleasure. "ALFRED!".
The American groaned and pressed his forehead down onto the older man's shoulder, "are you...Okay?" he growled through clenched teeth.
"MORE THAN!" the Englishman cried, wrapping his legs around the American's waist, "AHH!! UGHH! NGHHH!".
The moans of the man beneath him, mixed with his own feelings of lust and desire and passion moulded together and created millions of little electric shocks that coursed through every nerve and veins in his body, exploded at the end making him shiver and ultimately make him tense which made him move faster and deeper.
"AHH!! ALFRED! AH!! I-I! AHH!!" the older nation cried out, unbearable pain flaring up before it was washed over by indescribable pleasure.
The American growled and kissed Arthur, who feverously kissed him back trying to get out some of his lust and desire, too.
The American slid his hands down the Englishman's torso and held tightly onto his thighs as he growled, pushing faster and deeper still.
"ALFRED! AHHH!!! IS THIS-OKAY-FOR YOU!? AHH!" Arthur cried, pushing his fingers desperately into Alfred's back as the pain began to subside and he was filled with immense pleasure, so much that it hurt him!
"How do you-mean" the younger man growled in response, his chest heaving up and down as he gasped for breath.
"We could-change-POSITIONS!" the older nation gasped, as Alfred pushed all the way into him.
"If you don't mind" he growled, "doesn't...bother me! AHH!".
Arthur, using all of his willpower and strength along with Alfred's help managed to turn around, got up onto his hands and knees and then boldly pushed back into Alfred, consequently crying out his whole body arched backwards so his back was pressed firmly to Alfred's chest, the two men kneeling up together.
"Are you okay?" Alfred whispered, softly whispering into Arthur's ear.
"Yes" came a shaky reply, "I'm...fine".
"Tell me if it gets too much...".
"I can handle it. I want to handle it". Just sitting together like that had helped him get used to the feeling even more, and as Alfred pushed down on his back, forcing him down onto his knees again he closed his eyes and smiled softly, waiting for that amazing feeling again.
The younger nation pulled out of the Brit and pressed his chest down on the man's back before he thrusted forwards, moving quickly in and out of him, losing himself in the moment. One of his hands slid down the Englishman's back and then onto his chest, lower down until he took the Brit's member in his hand and slowly began to run his hand up and down the shaft in time with his rocking hips.
"Alfred!" gasped the Brit, as the shock rushed through him and the feeling of lust built, "ahh! AHHH!".
"AR-ARTHUR! ARTHUR!!" the American moaned out, reaching full penetration as he bent over the Englishman.
"AHHHH!!" they both moaned out together, both nations reaching climax at the same time. England shouted out desperately from the feeling of his own climax and the feeling of America's, the smaller nation euphoric and overrun with feelings. When they were finished, both nations fell to the side and the American pulled out.
"Arthur?" he breathed, his chest still heaving up and down, "how are you?".
"Mmmm" he mumbled, turning into the American's chest and trying not to wince, "I'm perfect...Alfred-Chan" he whispered, before he snuggled further into the larger man's chest and fell peacefully asleep.
Alfred grinned and wound his arms around the older nations torso, rested his chin on top of the man's head. He couldn't have dreamed...The yank smiled as he felt Arthur slacken in his arms and slowly slid away. His hips were aching a little, but he couldn't think how his mentor would feel when he awoke...The American pulled on some boxers shorts and then found some pain-killers, put them on the side in his room before he went back to England's room. Alfred gently lifted the man up, trying not to wake him and carried him into his own room, tucked him beneath the covers and then went about tidying up the Brit's room, smiling softly as he heard Matt's laughing from downstairs, his and England's encounter between them and only them.