You'll Always Be Mine
Epilogue
America laughed as he waved goodbye to Germany and Italy, one arm wrapped firmly around Canada's shoulders. Italy happily continued talking about pasta to her taller companion, pausing only briefly to shout her goodbyes to the sibling pair. Germany inclined her head towards them before ushering Italy down the hall towards their room, most likely wanting to get in a secure place before her older brother came parading down the hallway in search of her. (Or more specifically, in search of a room to sleep in because he'd, once again, disobeyed her and decided to crash the meeting instead of staying home.)
"I hope I can remember that recipe," Canada murmured. "Maybe I should write it down once we get to our room."
"Nah, I'm sure if you call Italy later she'll be happy to give it to you," America said, sliding the key card for their room out of his pocket. His blue eyes were twinkling with happy mischief. Never a good sign for poor Canada. "Besides, you might be a little too busy to write down anything."
Canada looked up at him in confusion, about to ask what he meant by that when he pushed her into the room, swiftly following and shutting the door with a snap. She watched as he slid the chain into place and then turned to face her.
Canada gulped at the look in her brother's eyes, taking a step back. "A-America?"
America stepped towards her. "You have no damn idea how sexy you were today, do you? Standing up there in front of everyone, giving your presentation on sustainable energy, commanding everyone's attention with your words. Even I paid attention for once."
Canada crossed her arms over her chest. "The only thing you were paying attention to was how good I look in this stupid skirt. I told papa it was a bad idea. Do you know how many times I had to hide from Prussia this morning? How many times I had to tell Russia that I wasn't interested in becoming one with her? Japan complimented me. Do you have any idea how weird that is? And don't get me started on England's reaction!"
"Mattie, this is weird for me to say to you, but shut up," America requested, taking another step towards her. "Talking about the crazy old bat is a total mood killer."
Matilda giggled, realizing what he was trying to do. "You suck at seducing people, Al."
Alfred pouted and any sexiness he had pretty much vanished. "Yeah, well, you weren't helping at all! And anyway, it's not like you could do it any better!"
The Canadian raised an eyebrow. "Want to bet, brother? Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to. Oh, and take off your shirt."
"Take off my shirt?" Alfred repeated in confusion. "But what's that got to do with seducing me?"
"Maybe something, maybe I just want to see you without a shirt on," Matilda replied cheekily. "Take it off and you'll find out."
Alfred shrugged and tugged his tie loose so he could slip it off. His shirt was next, each button slowly undone until it slipped off of his body and fell to the floor. "Okay, now what?"
"Close your eyes," Matilda reminded him. "And keep them closed or else."
"Yeah, yeah. This is completely unsexy, by the way."
Matilda ignored him, making sure he had his eyes closed before bending down to pick up his discarded shirt. She grinned and merrily made her way towards the bed, pulling off her jacket and tossing it aside along the way. Her own shirt and tie quickly joined it on the floor, followed by her skirt, shoes, and socks. She happily pulled on her brother's shirt, giggling at how big it was on her, but didn't button it up. She bypassed the bed to go to her suitcase, opening it up and taking out her small jewellery box. Her maple leaf hair pins were removed from her hair, followed by the ribbons she used to hold her hair in pigtails. She didn't stop at that. She reached back into the box and removed two new pins, ones with a trio of stars in red, white, and blue. Using her small mirror, she slid them in place.
"Can I open my eyes yet?" Alfred asked.
"Not yet," Matilda replied, shoving the box back into her suitcase. She glanced over at her brother, happy to see he wasn't peaking. With a giggle, she crawled up onto the bed, trying a few different positions before settling on one she liked. She took her time arranging the shirt and her hair before clearing her throat. She hoped her voice would come out as lustfully as she needed it to.
"A-Alfred," she simpered, nearly kicking herself for how insecure she sounded. She decided to try again, drawing a little more on her French side. "Alfred, please look at me." Bingo.
Alfred cautiously opened his eyes, wondering what his beloved sister was planning. He sucked in a breath when she saw her laying stretched out across the bed, her pale, unblemished legs unclothed, his too-big shirt covering her arms with material but pushed away to leave most of her torso and one thigh uncovered, and—Oh God, she was wearing his colors. Stars and stripes decorated her bra and panties. He managed to turn his eyes to her face, barely noticing her new hair pins before finding himself entranced by the emotion in her big amethyst eyes.
Matilda coyly shifted, letting his shirt slip down one shoulder. "Al, won't you come over here?"
He didn't need to be told twice. He relieved himself of his pants (they were becoming much too tight for his liking) and practically ran over to the bed to join Matilda. "You were right," he admitted as she rolled onto her back and he crawled over her. "You are much better at seduction than me. So, pick your prize. I'll do whatever you want."
"Whatever I want, eh?" Matilda asked, trailing her fingers up and down his chest. "How about, just this once, you do what you want. Don't ask me if everything's alright when you know that it is. Just…"
Alfred took advantage of her pause by lowering his body and pressing his lips to hers. They moved against one another in a slow dance, not wanting to rush things, not wanting to miss another moment after being apart for nearly one-hundred-fifty years. They had both made a vow to cherish every moment, no matter how big or small.
Hands trailed over skin, causing trills of pleasure to spike through each of them. When and how they divested of what little clothing they were still wearing didn't matter. What mattered what strengthening their bond. What mattered was the kisses, the feel of him entering her, their silent reassurances through gentle touches, the occasional strong grip, or a playful nip of teeth meant only to stimulate and not to hurt.
Slow thrusts became fast ones. Matilda's gasps of pleasure ringing in his ears. Her fingernails digging into the skin on his back as they both began to come undone. The warmth around his cock tightened, sending him further over the edge as that ever-so-familiar spike of heated pleasure coiled tighter and then snapped.
Alfred heard Matilda's whimpered shout as he came, shooting his seed inside of her while her walls clenched tightly around him. After a minute or so, Alfred pulled out of her and groped around for his shirt, which he used to clean them off.
Matilda smiled and snuggled up against him once he tossed the shirt to the side and pulled the blankets around them. "I think I should seduce you more often," she murmured tiredly.
"Maybe you can be a stripper the next time we roleplay," Alfred suggested, chuckling when she weakly hit him. "You'd be a damn sexy stripper. I can get a pole installed in my bedroom too."
"I have a better idea," Matilda said. "How about you be the stripper instead. Dance the pole for me in a…a… I dunno, a Mountie costume or something."
Alfred chuckled again. "A Mountie? You're so Canadian, sis. How about I be an awesome sexy fireman instead?"
Matilda snorted in amusement. "You're so American, Al."
"Better yet, a cowboy!" Alfred said, already planning things out in his mind. "I think I have all of my stuff… I wonder how much of it still fits…"
"Al, plan later, cuddle now," Matilda requested. "We still have another meeting in the morning, remember?"
Alfred groaned at the reminder, wanting nothing more than to finish with the G8 meetings and go back home. Things were so much better when they didn't have to tiptoe around their fellow Nations, hiding the fact that they were together from them. Though hopefully they wouldn't have to do so for much longer.
"Hey, Mattie, I have a question."
Matilda closed her eyes, sleepily murmuring "Hmmm…?"
"Are we gonna tell everyone about the baby tomorrow?"
Matilda's eyes snapped back open in a panic. "T-tomorrow's the last day! Why didn't you remind me?" She sat up, intending to get up to grab her notes and review exactly how she wanted to break the news. She was foiled by Al, who pulled her back down onto the bed. "Al! Let go!"
"Nope," Alfred replied, firmly wrapping his arms around her. "You can do that in the morning. Right now we're going to sleep so you won't complain all day tomorrow about not getting enough. Relax, Matilda. Everything will be fine. Who knows, England might even accept it this time."
"Al, she won't even look at Michigan or Ontario."
Alfred laughed. "Well on the bright side, we won't have to hear her bitching at family get-tog ether's for a few years until she calms down. And hey, France will get to fawn over this one. Remember how disappointed he was to find out he only has 'grandsons'?" When Matilda continued to frown, he planted a brief kiss on her lips. "Don't worry. Things will work out in the end. And I promise I won't bug you in the morning if you want to go over your notes."
Matilda finally gave in. "Okay…"
There was silence as they began to drift off to sleep. After a few minutes it was broken by Alfred.
"Hey, Mattie?"
She yawned. "Hmmm?"
"I love you."
Matilda smiled, half asleep. "Je t'aime, Alfred."
The End
Or is it? I dunno. I'm half tempted to write a bonus chapter revolving around Quebec, Nova Scotia, and New Brunswick.
I imagine this chapter takes place sometime in autumn 1998. Russia had joined the others to form the G8 the year before and Canada had yet to gain her third and final territory (Nunavut, which became an official territory in 1999 after splitting away from Northwest Territories).
In other news, I have entered the week of final exams! Huzzah! This means the semester is practically over and I'll have a nice long break to write as much as I want without having to worry about homework/tests/projects/anything related to school. I have so much writing to catch up on.
