Author's Note: I will get up on requests eventually. I swear. None of you are left out :D

Warnings: None

The countries are all very talented people. Who wouldn't have many talents when you have so much time to learn to do them? Yes, some countries are better at them then others, like Italy being a natural born artist or France being a very good cook. America or England were not exceptions to this at all. Arthur was a very good writer though; He considered himself pretty good with a pen and some paper. No one was shocked by this talent either, many times some of the countries had even read through some of Arthur's work. Surprisingly Spain was the one to ask all the time if Arthur had any new work he was producing.

America on the other hand was a lot more shocking. Everyone knew that he was good with a couple guns and eating contests. To be honest, most of them thought that was the only thing he could actually do but that was not the case in any way. Arthur knew that America was very good with the violin. Shockingly, Alfred was so against the instrument when he was a child but as he grew older the more he found some peace in playing the string instrument.

"Alfred, would you play for me?" Arthur smiled, turning in Alfred's current grasp around his waist to look into darling sapphire eyes.

That morning they had started the day as usual with coffee and tea. Obviously, Arthur had the tea and Alfred had the coffee but Alfred always had to have himself touching the Brit in some way or another.

"Of course man, I gotta bust out a piece I found the other day." Alfred drank the rest of his coffee, tilting his head back when he did so before moving away from Arthur to go into his closet.

Arthur smiled, going over to the couch after making himself another cup of tea. He loved it when Alfred didn't complain about playing the instrument. In no time either the young country was back with his violin and a new book of music under his arm. England could see the writing on it from Austria, it was a gift from the country and the book looked very expensive. Austria was not one to spend money on luxuries but when it came to music then Austria did not hold the money in his hand for long.

Alfred gets out his music stand, starting to set it all up for the little performance. Arthur enjoys the plucking of the strings as Alfred tunes his violin, twisting the black pieces at the top to get a more beautiful sound out of it. The Englishman got more excited when the bow was tightened, rosin being deposited on the bow as the final act before playing.

The book was opened to a piece that Alfred was sure that Arthur had never heard before and picked up his beloved instrument. The piece began with a higher note and Arthur could feel himself melt already for the song. He adored how the music was unfolding into such a sultry kinda song. England especially enjoyed that Alfred was easing himself to the music, moving along with it but held a concentration as he play the piece.

The piece eventually stopped, the tea had been finished, and Arthur had been was on his feet depositing kisses over Alfred's cheeks and lips. The American had set his violin down, hands now tightly wrapped around the Englishman's waist. He had moved his kisses to the other's throat. Oh yes, morning sex was to ensure from these simple acts.

Countries all have talents, some are better at things than others but Alfred has to say his is the best because he can always make England melt into his arms from it.

Author's Note: This is a very simple fill I wanted to write. I used to play the violin and I wish I never stopped haha :)

I will get the requests done I swear. :D

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