Alright next chapter! YAY! And sorry I didn't post this up sooner. And you all might have to wait for the next one as well. I sorta kinda got a job-ish. Okay, I'm training for a job, how 'bout that? Okay, we'll go with that XD I'm gonna be away from my computer the whole day for four weeks *dies a bit on the inside* but I will try to type on my iPod as much as possible! Don't worry your pretty little heads. Now enjoy :D

~~~ Chapter 9 ~~~

Heat of the Moment

"Geez are you always this much of a dick when you're nervous?"

"Shut up, git!"

"Was that a yes?"

"I said shut it!"

Arthur slammed his head on the table burying his face in his arms. Alfred hovered over him and placed a hand on his back and mocked, "Don't worry dude! There will only be about a thousand people plus one watching!"

Arthur's face morphed from one on embarrassment/pain to confusion, "'Plus one'?"

"Yeah, I'll be judgin' you too!" he laughed.

"Oh well that's bloody wonderful." He continued to mope as the American just laughed at his pain. A few moments after a man entered the room telling the two that they only had fifteen more minutes before their concert started. The two finished their song just in time for it to be recorded without too much of a rush. The two both planned on playing two songs for themselves then the duet at the very end. It would act as their big finally.

At this point, Arthur managed to burry himself deeper into his own paranoia of having a bad show, which has never happened but there is always a first for everything. Seeing his distress, Alfred started to feel a twinge of guilt from teasing him so much. He sat down next to Arthur and placed his hand on his back. It was serious time.

"Hey Arthur," Alfred cooed.

His only response was a muffled, "What?"

"Don't worry about the show. I was only kidding. Plus, I'm opening up for you so you won't be the first person they'll see. First impressions are everything, ya know?"

Instead of a hearty 'thank you' Arthur said, "Well that's brilliant, then there will be more pressure on me to keep up the good performance."

Man, this guy can probably turn a cure for cancer into a bad thing, Alfred thought to himself. In the end, he just sighed and leaned back in his chair, "Fine, fine. Go and lie on your ass and cry. All I was trying to do was cheer you up, but nooooo."

Arthur lifted his head ever so slightly that only his eyes were peering out from his arms. "I'm sorry Alfred, I always get like this don't take it personally." Even though it was muffled the message got out.

Alfred sighed. He tried not to take it personally but it was hard to hear your crush bag on you, and not in the good way. He shook it off and tried to keep the mood light, "It's fine, I guess. . ." Glancing over at the clock, the two now only had ten minutes left. Alfred decided to let Arthur sort this out himself, he does it before every single one of his gigs anyway. Without saying anything Alfred let himself out leaving Artie still buried in his arms and paranoia.

Alfred weaved his way around the staff and other various people until he was right on the outskirts of the stage. The stage was pitch black and a large amount of people's voices bounced off the walls creating quite a loud racket. He didn't exactly see all of the people, but he knew there were a ton of them and the pressure was finally starting to get to him. His palms started to sweat, his hands wouldn't stop shaking, and his breath was becoming ridged.

He shook his head and took a step away from the stage. To clear his mind more, he walked over to the band that was warming up on the sidelines and started to talk to them. They were a good group of people, kind of shy but nice.

At least they got his mind off the awaiting nightmare. He supposed he knew why Arthur got kind of nervous before every show. But he never felt like this before. He too has done other gigs, but he never felt this nervous. Guess it was the new location.

Someone then tapped Alfred on the shoulder. A little jumpy, he turned around so fast he almost smashed heads with the person behind him. One of the crew told him it was time for him to go on. Taking a deep breath, he motioned the band to fallow him up onstage. All with happy nods they all fallowed Alfred.

Head still in his arms, Arthur took another deep breath. After Alfred left, he almost cheered for joy. The American wouldn't stop talking! It was near impossible for him to calm his nerves with him chatting the night away. But once he left, there was finally peace. Arthur took a deep breath sitting up in his chair.

He ran his fingers through his tangled hair clearing his face. Even though he got nervous all the time before a show, today was different. No matter how hard he tried his hands wouldn't stop shaking, his palms were sweaty, and he had to keep taking long deep breaths. If he didn't, he'd start to hyperventilate.

As he sat there trying to settle his nerves, he heard music blaring through the walls. Alfred must be performing now, Arthur thought. The tune was bouncy enough for someone to dance to, but he couldn't hear the lyrics. Heck, he couldn't even hear Alfred's voice. Alfred's words were just noises in the background.

An idea popped in his head just now. Was it, perhaps, Alfred that was making the Englishman so nervous? No, it couldn't be; that was ridiculous! . . . Or was it? The more he thought about it the more it seemed possible. Arthur chewed his bottom lip thinking of the American, when a knock snapped him out of his thoughts. Arthur almost flew out of his seat for he was so caught up in thought. He choked out, "Come in."

A girl this time poked her head in the room and said, "Alfred is almost done with his last song, Mr. Kirkland."

He waved the girl off with a "Thank you" and was left alone again in the dressing room. He sighed as he rubbed his eyes, once again trying to keep calm. Deciding he was getting nowhere just sitting there, he got off his lazy ass and headed out to perform his part of the show.

Alfred and Arthur crashed into their dresser with their lips attached to each other's not daring to separate. Arthur moaned as he was pushed, rather roughly, onto the couch. Alfred placed both hands on either side of him not letting him escape, not that Arthur would dare think of it. Alfred slammed his lips onto the Brits. He tilted his head deepening the kiss and bit on the other's bottom lip begging to be let in. Without hesitation, Arthur opened his mouth to let Alfred's serpent tongue enter. Alfred's tongue slid over Arthur's causing the Brit to moan. Alfred explored the new environment, leaving no rock unturned. Arthur threw his hands around Alfred's neck tangling his hands in his sweaty hair.

Arthur didn't know if it was the heat of the lights, or the intensity of the song, or even his own feelings for the American but when their duet finished with flying colors the two found themselves in this situation. They could barely keep their hands off each other as they left the stage. Both were covered in sweat from the lights and the excitement but neither of them cared as their hands roamed each other's bodies.

Alfred separated their lips, sadly, but then put them to use once again planting kisses along Arthur's jaw line and down his neck. Arthur tasted salty, and it was so addicting. Arthur threw his head back and closed his eyes as he absorbed the pleasure like a sponge. Alfred's hand suddenly went under his shirt and felt his lean body. The American's hands were large and rough and a tad bit sweaty but they felt amazing. Still giving attention to Arthur's neck, Alfred's hand started to travel south and that's when Arthur's eyes snapped open.

Arthur untangled his hands from Alfred's hair and started to push him off muttering, "S-stop. Alfred, we have to stop. . ."

Immediately, Alfred pulled himself away from Arthur with a shocked and scared look on his face, "Oh my gosh Arthur, I'm so sorry did I hurt you?" Genuine concern was on his face as his eyes were wider than the moon.

Arthur laughed and cupped his face with one of his hands, "No love, I just don't want to do it here. You deserve better than that." He sat up a bit more, still holding onto Alfred's face that began to soften, "Plus, we still got an after party to attend." A dark glint came over Arthur's eyes as he said in a softer voice, "We'll continue this later, if that's fine with you."

Alfred smiled as he helped the Brit back to his feet. The two just stared at each other for a moment, not saying a word. It was then that Arthur finally realized how much he liked the American. No, how his feelings for him had never left. Day after day, he was trying to convince himself that he was over him; he didn't need him anymore, just like those stupid American songs. But when those green eyes met those blue ones, Arthur realized how much he cared for the big idiot.

A true smile, not a fake one like usual, grew on Arthur's face as he held out his hand to Alfred. The American smiled as well and took the Brit's hand. They laced their fingers together and went to celebrate.

Sorry, had to stop it there XD I believe the smut will come into play in the next chapter which you all have to wait for now. HAHAHA! I'm horrible... Anyway! I also skipped the stage scenes. I'm so sorry about that by the way. I really would've put them singin in this chapter, but that would require me to create a few songs for the characters, which I can't do. I couldn't even make any lyrics for Alfred and Arthur's duet! No matter what I tried it always turned out crapy! If anyone is good wth lyrics and can think of good lyrics for their song, I would be more than happy to put it in this chapter!

All that aside I hope you all enjoyed it, and reviews are always loved! Also, if I made any mistakes, PLEASE point them out to me. I suck at grammer, I need help XP

I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible, but don't expect anything too soon. See you all next time ^^ Oh and happy late birthday Alfred!