Alfred had such an amazing dream. His lover had dressed up to the nines for him, makeup and everything from the top of his curled bedhead to the sharp tips of his stilettos. Oh man, if every day could be like that dream. But, then the American noticed he wasn't in his house, or even the room in Iggy's place. He was in Arthur's room. Then, he could feel it. The weight of Arthur wrapped around him. His big blues examined every little detail. There was the feeling of waxy lipstick on his mouth, and on his face to boot.
There is no way in hell this is a dream. As he looked closer he found there were still some sculpted curls in his beloved's hair, though most if it was messed up. He was still dressed up, though the dress it self looks like it has been quite disheveled. His eye makeup was smeared, and he had no more lipstick on his sweet lips.
Then it really hit Alfred hard when he still felt full from bingeing all day and night yesterday. He wasn't the slight bit hungry, but he does remember being fed ice cream bit by bit by Arthur.
He'll never say it to his face but Alfred wouldn't mind being coddled like that more often. It always has a way of reminding him of better things. The American started to blush a bit of the thought of doing what the two did last night yet again. It was awesome, sure, but could they really keep it up? Alfred runs his fingers through Arthur's hair.
Green eyes opened up just a tad to see Alfred. He's so delicate and sweet in the mornings.
"What the bloody hell happened last night?" Arthur asks, messing up his eye makeup even more with the back of his hand.
"Awesomeness, that's what happened!" Alfred perks up.
Arthur sighs and pulls him closer like a blanket. "I don't want to get up."
"Me either." Alfred starts playing with a pet curl but Arthur playful smacks his hand.
"Stop it. It's too early for this." Arthur yawns. Usually he was such a morning person. But after last night's ordeal he was exhausted.
"We could just stay here." Alfred says.
"No. I refuse to laze around. Besides, I gotta get this crap off my face." Arthur tires to wipe off the disusting feeling makeup off his face.
"It's just makeup dude." Alfred chuckles.
"It's crap! And it takes forever to get off." He wipes some off with the back of his hand.
Arthur unwilling unhooks himself from Alfred. But neither party wants to leave the soft warmth of the bed or each other. Alfred nuzzles into Arthur's neck where he noticed he made quite the damage. Little love bites here and there on the pale neck of his lover.
"You can make quite the damage when you want to, love." Arthur smiled. "What do you want for breakfast?"
Alfred shrugs. "I'm not really hungry."
Arthur looked a bit shocked and blushes. "Really? You, Alfred, aren't hungry? Not even a little bit?"
"Nope."
"Bloody hell." Arthur's blush deepens. "Too much last night?" He seems unsure of himself. "I wasn't trying to do that much damage on the first try..."
Alfred notices for once. "But-But hey you could make something anyway! You, you're golden."
But it was too late. Arthur already feel regret bubbling up in his chest. "No, no it's fine."
Was it weird that Alfred's now the one disappointed? Wait a moment, did-was he beginning to like this already? Thoughts of stuffing him stupid began the swirl in his head. The American was redder than a beet in five seconds flat.
He struggles to get the word out. "P-please?"
Alfred's now shy nature gets the best of Arthur. Though he does feel a twinge guilty, he cannot say no to Alfred's little plea.
"Of course." Arthur laughs, "Like I would deprive you, love."
Alfred didn't quite know how to react. On one hand the agreement is going along nicely. Better than that, it is just perfect. However he does wonder why he has gotten so comfortable with the idea of being stuffed to the gills after one night. Was it the action itself of the aftermath of it all? The poor American couldn't tell, which only made his blush worse.
Arthur got up out of the mess they call a bed. Disheveled but quite satisfied, the country left Alfred blushing and confused to make a nice breakfast for him and get changed.
Now that Alfred has had his fun, it seems only fair for Arthur to have his turn. However, clothing was one thing, weight was something else entirely. One hundred is no laughing matter. It would be difficult if not impossible to hide but, it just needs to be done. That's what Alfred's mantra has been this morning. It's not about him. For once, it's really not about him.
Alfred didn't want to admit that maybe Iggy's strange feelings about his weight, we not that strange after all. Since now Alfred feels a bit excited about it too, when previously it would have made him shocked. Sure, gorging himself isn't too pleasant but the idea of Iggy doing it? That was an entirely different matter. A much more pleasant matter. Did he like this all too much?
"What are you okay love? You haven't touched a thing." Those green eyes were looking for a problem from across the dining room table.
Alfred just dismissed it. "Nothing's wrong! I'm just getting use to this is all."
Arthur raised one of his eyebrows. "You're positive?"
"Positive." Alfred tries to smile but it's so forced Arthur notices.
"What's wrong?" Arthur says, "And don't tell me nothing when it's obviously something!" He was getting a bit upset.
"I've just been thinking, you know."
"Thinking about what?"
"Please don't make me say it."
"Oh don't be dramatic, I'm sure it's fine."
Alfred doesn't look at Arthur at all and mumbles out his feelings. Arthur can't hear a single word.
"Really? You're going to just mumble it off like a child?"
"Do you want me to scream it?"
"Might as well." Arthur called his bluff. "It's not like I get guests."
Alfred had to confess, it was driving him up a wall. "I-I want you to well, you know, do the feeding thing again."
Arthur's eyes got wide. "You're not joking, are you love?"
"I-I wish I was dude." The pair were blushing furiously.
Normally Arthur would try and staunch any form of giddiness about this situation. But this isn't a normal situation anymore. He was smiling, not even trying cover up his emotions of happiness.
"You want me to? Right now?" Arthur purrs in a low tone.
If Alfred could die right now, he probably would have. That voice, oh lord that voice. And what it was proposing! Something so scandelous as Arthur practically stuffing him up.
"Yes." Alfred sputtered out. The nation wasn't nearly as experienced in this as Arthur is.
Arthur goes over to the blushing nation. It's pretty obvious that as much as Arthur wants this Alfred does too, he's practicly dying having to wait this long. All of Alfred's usual annoying defences were down and on the inside he was still just a greedy little thing. Greedy for Arthur's attention.
"Hands behind your back please love."
Alfred did just that practically drooling over his own thoughts of what would happen next. He wasn't hungry before but now he wanted everything.
"Open wide." Arthur says, and Alfred egerly obeys opening his mouth to have it filled with food. Before the American could finish chew the first bit more food made it past his lips.
"Keep chewing and you'll be fine love." Arthur ressures him with a sensual purr.
Alfred tries to keep pace but Arthur is faster. More and more tasty delights pass his lips. It just feels too good to stop. No, he wanted more. He wanted this to never end. He just kept on chewing and Arthur kept of feeding his face.
"You're such a glutton love." Arthur wipes the bits of crumbs that Alfred ignores off the young nation's face.
Alfred didn't even respond. His stomach was already protesting against his actions but did the nation even consider it. Hell no. The food coma was worth every second.
Yet, Arthur stopped. "That's enough for today." He smiled mischievously.
"Oh come on don't make me beg for it!"
"I need you to beg for it."
"Please." Alfred begs. "I want more." He blushes.
And with those words his fate is sealed. The rest of Arthur's breakfast goes down without a fight or protest from Alfred. Neither party has any shame or regret as the poor nation is stuffed beyond his means. He can barely breath between bites anymore but he doesn't care.
"Well, well, looks like that's it." Arthur's quite pleased. "Looks like someone had just as much fun as I did."
Alfred wanted to protest but Arthur's lips took away his urge to fight.
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