A/N: Dude, what was up with that last one? Iggy and me are together forever, yo! :D
Warnings: Lime, Implied sex (Ha-ha, you're all perverts! But it's about me and I'm reading it, so what that does that make me?)
Disclaimer: pIcKinGBloOdyrOSes doesn't own Hetalia! HAHAHAHA!
11.
"When we give you our heart, we expect you to take care of it."
When Arthur woke up in the morning, he knew exactly three things instantly.
The first was that it was early, because the morning light shining through the thick curtains was weak and scattered, and the room was still cool and slightly crisp.
The second was that he shouldn't have been able to see the morning light, because the window in his dormitory faced west, not east.
And the third was that he while he was comfortable, he felt oddly restrained, like something was holding him down onto the bed.
Arthur's sleepy brain worked sluggishly for a moment, and he stirred, shifting a bit and feeling something heavy and warm slide a bit off of his arm. This registered as not being normal, and he felt his eyebrows contract slightly in a frown as he worked to compute what was going on. He licked at his dry, slightly chapped lips (why were they feeling so tender and sore?) and swallowed back the morning-taste in his mouth.
It occurred to the Brit that perhaps opening his eyes might in fact help assess his situation a bit more.
So he did, slowly cracking his eyes open and feeling his lashes stick together in slight protest as he blinked a few times, vision coming into focus.
Arthur was met with a sleeping face, and his eyes widened, suddenly remembering the events of the previous night.
. . .
"Mm... nnm..."
"A-Ah... ahmm..."
Sweaty limbs tangled together in a perfect mess so that one couldn't tell where one young man began and the other ended. Lips met lips hotly, the flesh sliding together as tongues flicked out and tasted the other, wet and warm. Hands touched and felt each other, running over their bodies, exploring and worshiping what the other had to offer with the flesh and skin they had been born in.
"Nngh... Al... Alfred, are we...? Ah..."
"Y-Yes... if you... if you want to stop, I-"
"No! No, I... I just... what if your r-roommate comes back- ah! Hah..."
"He won't... nn... he's with Lovino..."
Even if either of them had wanted to stop, neither had the will to. Fingers deftly hooked around the line of the last of the clothing barring them from each other and there was no pause between the small thud of the last of the clothes hitting the ground and the continuation of the love-making on the bed.
"... O-Oh God... Alfred, love..."
"... Ah... mmn, babe..."
The forms shifted, the larger, darker one over the smaller, pale one. They rocked back and forth, arms wrapped around each other and keeping them close. Long, thin legs wrapped around the waist of the one whose powerful thighs quivered as hips rolled and collided into each other.
"Alfred...! Alfred- oh God... oh God... nn- don't stop..."
"Hah, no, I... I won't... mn, Arthur..."
The mattress made no noise as the forms on the bed went faster and fiercer, but it shook with every gasp and moan from the occupants. Moonlight filtered in through the curtains, staining their skin silver and dappled in shadows, sweat rolling down in small drops as they slid against each other, abandoning their individuality for the sake of becoming one person.
"Al... Al, please... yes, more...!"
"God, Arthur... Arthur..."
"Alfred...!"
"Nngh...! Arthur...!"
The form on the bottom arched off of the mattress, a loud cry escaping him, slender fingers digging into the broad shoulders of the man above him who moaned long and low, the sound muffled by the skin of the other. Sweaty, exhausted bodies trembled and shivered before slowly folding in on one another and exchanging warm, open-mouthed kisses.
"Al... fred... oh... I love you..."
"I love you too..."
. . .
Arthur's entire face went red.
Alfred was sleeping with a rather content expression on his face, his relaxed expression and lack of glasses giving his face a much younger, innocent look. His arm was wrapped around Arthur, heavy and limp, his breath warm on his face. His hair was messy and wild, sticking out at strange angles. Out of habit, Arthur reached up with some difficulty and brushed his bangs out of his face, finding it a bit hard to breathe.
Last night... he had given everything to Alfred.
Arthur was a bit angry at himself if truth be told. He just couldn't keep his pants on, could he? It was only another week before the summer vacation and an entire month with Alfred and his family on the beach, and as much as he wanted sex (really wanted it), their first time wasn't supposed to be in the school! It was against his plans and things HAD to go as planned!
But last night... Arthur's stomach fluttered at the thought. Alfred's hands touching him and caressing him so gently and perfectly... and God, that mouth. Although neither of them had lasted very long, it hadn't been awkward, which Arthur had been expecting and was pleased to be wrong. In fact... in fact, it hadn't even really been sex like he'd been expecting either.
They... they made love.
And it had been amazing.
Alfred chose that moment to stir, a small grunt leaving his lips as his eyes fluttered. Arthur watched with growing apprehension. What was he going to say? What if he was angry that they hadn't waited like they had planned? What if it hadn't been as good for him as it had been for Arthur? What if he never wanted to see him again?
Alfred opened his afternoon-sky eyes sleepily, blearily looking at Arthur for a moment as his eyes struggled to focus. Arthur looked back at him almost fearfully. And then Alfred smiled, his lips pulling back to expose his perfect teeth in a crooked grin that had become so endearing to Arthur. He yawned and tugged Arthur forward, kissing his nose. "... Morn'in."
"Good morning..." Arthur blinked as Alfred yawned again and nosed into the crook of his neck, his breath warm and slow on his skin. "Do you have a clock? What time is it?"
"Mm. Who cares?" Alfred murmured, his body starting to relax back into sleep. "Too early... m' goin' back to sleep..."
Arthur reached up and ran his fingers through Alfred's hair nervously. "R-Right... um... how are you?"
"Wha' kinda question is tha'?" Alfred's sleepy voice was muffled against his neck. "... I haven' ever been better..."
Arthur relaxed slightly. "Oh... good..."
Alfred pulled away from his neck and looked down at Arthur, his expression a bit confused, muddled with sleep. "You sound like you were expecting me to say something different."
Arthur squirmed a bit uncomfortably. "Well... I just..."
"Did something happen?" Alfred's eyes widened and the traces of sleep were gone, replaced with concern. "Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"
"What? No, no, darling, of course not..." Arthur shook his head immediately and rapidly. "No, I just worried that... er, things didn't go as expected, so..."
"Oh, that," Alfred laughed in relief, moving a hand to gently stroke his cheek. "Jesus, Arthur. I thought something was wrong."
"Well, it is!" Arthur replied indignantly. Couldn't Alfred see that? They'd messed it all up! "It is wrong! It wasn't... supposed to be here!"
Alfred lazily ran his fingers through Arthur's hair and raised an eyebrow. "What wasn't?"
"Our first time!" Arthur huffed, swatting at his hand. "It was supposed to be someplace special! I thought that's what you wanted!"
"I thought it was special..." Alfred mused.
"No, it... it was!" Arthur quickly amended his sentence. "I mean... the place... ugh; we're in your dorm room! I thought you wanted something romantic and pretty and not in the school and-"
"Arthur," Alfred cut him off and scooted even closer, securing him in his arms. Arthur frowned into the bronzed expanse of chest before looking up and meeting his beautiful eyes. Alfred's expression was serious, but there was a relaxed look to his face. "What I wanted was for it to be special, and that's what I got."
Arthur blinked slowly. "But-"
"No 'but's," Alfred said, kissing his forehead. "I know what we talked about and how we wanted to do it, but last night was... at least for me, it was... man, I don't even know how to describe it."
"Amazing?" Arthur suggested lightly, feeling his cheeks flush a bit.
"Yeah, amazing and wonderful and perfect and..." Alfred looked down at him with sincere eyes. "I haven't ever been happier."
"Really...?" Arthur narrowed his eyes and swatted his chest half-heartedly. "If you're lying for my sake, I'll castrate you."
"Really really," Alfred promised. "And you wouldn't want to do that, or we'd never get to do this again."
Arthur rolled his eyes, but snuggled up to him. "So you aren't disappointed?"
"Nope," Alfred tucked Arthur's head under his chin and held him close. "It not like this was a one-time deal, right? So... at least now you can feel free to attack me and pin me up against a wall as much as you want."
"It didn't happen like that!" Arthur stuttered, feeling his face turn red and thankful Alfred couldn't see.
Alfred laughed. "Sure, sure."
A/N:
Hey girls and boys! This is the hero, America! PIcKinGBloOdyrOSes can't be here today, as she's getting ready for her little sister's birthday, so I'm here to read off her notes! Okay here goes:
"Hello, readers! Sorry for leaving America here to give you all my message, but I'm trying to get my sister's birthday ready!" Dudes, her sister's birthday is like, nine days after mine! SO COOL.
"I wanted to say sorry for the sadness in that last chapter, so I hope this one makes up for it. If anyone feels uncomfortable with the rating still being 'T' even with the scene in italics, let me know, and I'll bump it up to 'M'. I didn't think it was necessary because it wasn't very graphic, but still, I am here to please." She put a smiley face at the end, by the way.
So that's all, folks! Oh, wait, she put a thing here for me to tell you all to please 'read and review'. So READ AND REVIEW, PLEOPLE!
So what the heck is up with the title of this fic, anyway? 'Romance for Dummies'? People, I'll let you know, that I'm not a dummy. I know ALL about romance, and I NEVER refer to this fic for advice EVER.
Really.
Anyways, catch you later people! :)
The Hero,
America
