A/N: Another chapter, there you guys go. Thank you for the support, please review! I love reviews. I will explain some details at the end of the chapter if there is any confusion about my robots.

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Arthur felt happy, but conflicted at the same time. It's been a few weeks since he first received that note from Alfred, and for the most part things were relatively the same. Alfred would get overly excited about the most bizarre things; he would obsess over super hero action figures he saw when they went out to go shopping, he wasn't as loud as usual, yet he wasn't as clingy.

He hated to admit it, but he did like Alfred's embraces and his constant need to be with Arthur. He worried if maybe, Alfred was becoming bored of him, and was no longer interested in being close to him anymore. It pained him to think that Alfred would turn away; yes he wasn't the world's nicest man, but it still scared him to think Alfred would suddenly grow cold and distant. Alfred being cold-hearted didn't seem logical; all his smiles were like rays of sunshine. It was obnoxious how bright they were, but they always came from the heart...well, if he had one.

It was a late friday afternoon and Arthur was drinking tea by his little kitchen table. Alfred walked in with a towel in hand.

"Heya, Artie! I'm gonna take a shower!" He rang out loudly.

"Git! You don't need to be so loud!" Arthur exclaimed back, then widened his eyes, bewildered. "A shower?"

"Yeah dude! I mean yeah, I don't sweat or have oils like a human, but I do get dirty and need to shower once in a while." Alfred said, putting his hands on his hips.

"It's okay for you to get completely wet?" Arthur asked. He's seen Alfred wash his hands, but it worried him that something would short circuit.

"Of course! I can even swim!" Alfred cheered proudly.

"I see then. Well, please don't take long." Arthur said, then resumed drinking his tea.

Alfred quickly went down the hall and into the bathroom. It was about 20 minutes in when Arthur walked by the bathroom door on the way to his room. He looked down and he could see a small puddle of water forming under the door.

"Alfred! Bloody git!" He yelled, and opened the door to find the whole place flooded.

"Hey Artie!" Alfred said with a smile, soap covering his body.

"Don't 'hey' me! Look at this mess!" Arthur exclaimed, and gestured to the whole bathroom.

"Oh wow, oops!" Alfred just gave a cheeky grin.

"Don't oops-" Before he could finish his sentence, Alfred splashed some soapy water all over the already-fuming Brit.

"Ahahahah!"

"You!"

"Since you're all wet, you should join me!" Alfred reasoned.

Arthur's face turned a dark shade of red. " Well..." Yes! His body and heart screamed. "I wouldn't want to walk around the house like this. Of course I need to look after you now while you're still in here. You're such a child!"

"Come on!"

"F-Fine, I'm only doing this so I can make sure you don't make a bigger mess then you already have!" Arthur huffed, and slowly began to remove his clothes.

He stepped into the shower in front of Alfred, and kept his body rigged. He was excited, but unsure what to do next. His mind was racing and the heat growing. He could imagine Alfred touching him, caressing him, kissing him teasingly, then hungrily trying to cover every inch of him with his hot mouth. Alfred would devour him; he seemed like the type who would be a total glutton.

"Hey Artie, you okay?" Alfred asked, leaning closer.

"Yes! Never better!" Arthur answered, straightening up. He had to focus and not let his mind wander.

"You look tense, you need a massage?" Alfred asked, and gripped Arthur's shoulders tightly.

"Ow! Too rough! Loosen your grip!" Arthur screeched in genuine pain.

Alfred did so until Arthur finally relaxed his shoulders. He then proceeded to knead the muscles with his fingers. Arthur would admit it felt exceptional, especially when he's been missing the physical contact.

"Lower, please." Arthur instructed, and Alfred obeyed, starting to rub and work the muscles in his shoulder blades.

Arthur started to pant, just from the slight pain and pleasure. He was unaware that he needed this so badly. He was surprised with all of the knots Alfred was finding, and was even more surprised when Alfred skillfully worked them out. A whole lot of tension was released, but a new kind was being formed in his lower regions.

"Lower." He said, after a deep breathe.

Alfred complied, and went lower.

"Lower" Arthur murmured then put his hands up against the bathroom tile.

Alfred went lower still, and massaged the lower back. His hands were strong, and when his thumbs brushed by Arthur's tailbone, he couldn't help but shiver delightfully. He wanted to ask for lower, to tell Alfred to cup his ass in his strong grip and give it a good rub down. He wanted to feel the other's body up against his, pressing on him, making his whole body light on fire.

"Ah-Ah Alfred can you..." He couldn't say it, he couldn't ask, and it was driving him nuts.

Suddenly, the hands snaked up to his front, over his hips and down between his legs, the strong hands captured Arthur's inner thigh and spread them open. Arthur was shocked, but so enthralled by the whole ordeal, then when he felt Alfred press up against him he had to choke back a moan.

"Th-This must be a dream, he's going to stop any minute." He thought, but let out another low groan.

"You need this Artie, you've been working hard." Alfred muttered into his ear.

"I-I know, please Alfred." Arthur begged, he didn't mean to sound like some wanton whore, but with the little action he's been getting lately, it was long overdue.

Alfred placed a hand at the base of Arthur's cock, earning a loud groan from the other. Alfred tightened his grip till Arthur told him to stop. He started with slow, long strokes, then to fast, short ones. Arthur bucked his hips forward so he met the thrusts. He only wished that Alfred's own member was standing erect so it would press deliciously between his butt cheeks. It wasn't and Arthur knew why; no amount of grinding would fix that. He was happy though, so blissfully happy.

He looked back to Alfred, whose eyes were locked on his, but his face held such a loving expression. It was so sweet, pure, and just made Arthur feel as if there wasn't an inch of him that Alfred didn't adore. That look that wasn't clouded over with lust, clear blue with a hint of something else, staring at him; it wasn't fair.

"G-Good Alfred. Faster, love." He moaned out, turning back to face in front.

Arthur's eyes widened in disbelief when Alfred went to a speed that's not humanly possible. It felt like his whole body was being vibrated, and the exploding amount of pleasure almost made him fall to the shower floor. His body was shaking and he arched his back in some vain attempt to release some of the ecstasy flooding his body.

"Ah! Alfred! Ah-oh! Too fast! I'm going to! ...!" He spilled his seed hard into Alfred's hand, then proceeded to collapse.

Alfred sat down behind him, and kissed the back of his neck softly.

"You happy?" He asked.

Arthur dazed, in post-orgasmic bliss could only nod and hum a weak yes.

"Cool, I've had to hold myself back so I wouldn't feel guilty about doing this." Alfred said with a light chuckle.

"Y-You planned this?" Arthur asked.

"Uh-Huh!"

"Sometimes, Alfred..." Arthur started; there was really no way he could insult him after just having the best orgasm of his life.

Alfred stood up, got out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around himself before giving Arthur one. They went to Arthur's room to get their pajamas on for the night. Alfred wore a super man t-shirt with some shorts, while Arthur on the other hand got dressed in a matching, light green ensemble. He lifted the covers and got himself comfortable, until Alfred got in the bed with him and laid down next to him.

"I told you, you aren't allowed to sleep in my bed." Arthur pointed out with a weak glare.

"Just for a little bit. I wanna look at you." Alfred said with a smile, and started to comb his fingers through Arthur's short choppy locks.

"Y-You look at me all the time. Stop being ridiculous."

Alfred stayed silent, he didn't move though, and continued to play with Arthur's hair. He did move one leg and drape it over Arthur's legs to hold him closer. The silence grew and it only became more comfortable for Arthur despite his best efforts to ignore it. Alfred was warm, and smiling simply as he touched him. Why did he look at him like that? Why did he do this at all? Why does he even like Arthur? All these questions ran through Arthur's mind.

It didn't make sense; forgetting that Alfred was a robot, there was a big problem with how their personalities matched up. Someone as cheerful and goofy as Alfred wouldn't like a man like Arthur; it just doesn't work like that. Why was Alfred so stuck on making Arthur the only person important in his life? Why, why did he just love making Arthur feel as if they were made for each other?

"Why...do you like me?" Arthur whispered out unintentionally.

Alfred looked surprised, then he grinned. Arthur turned his head away and looked up at the ceiling. He was an idiot, and should have kept his mouth shut. Now Alfred was going to say something random or stupid.

"You're beautiful." Came Alfred's confident reply.

Arthur scoffed. "Me? Beautiful? I am a man you know."

"A man can be beautiful...and I think you fit!" Alfred said happily.

"How in blazes do I fit in the beautiful category?" Really, the inner workings of Alfred's mind were a mystery to him.

Alfred moved around and before Arthur knew it, the chipper blonde was looming over him with his legs on either side of his hips. He stared wide-eyed, close to throwing a fit until Alfred brought his hands down and unbuttoned the first top two buttons of his shirt.

"Wh-What-"

"I think this is beautiful..." He kissed the spot on his chest that was where his heart laid.

"..."

Alfred then took Arthur's hands and brought him up to his face. "I think this is beautiful too." He then kissed the palm of each hand then the fingers ever so softly.

"Alfred." Arthur whispered, then looked up to see that same look of love and adoration from earlier.

It wasn't fair; such a look was too amazing, that look that made Arthur feel like he was the only one that mattered. That type of look shouldn't even exist, but there Alfred was looking down on him with that look, calling him beautiful.

"A-Alfred." His face was the only thing heating up, and he could feel his eyes burn, wanting tears to quench its thirst. He was a man, he couldn't cry, not like this, but why was it so hard?

"You git, stupid, bloody, obnoxious wanker, damn git. With your cliché, cheesy, overly romantic...i-idiotic..." The tears were falling freely and all Arthur could think was how unfair it was.

"Artie, you okay?" Alfred asked worriedly.

"I'm fine you git! Just happy!" Arthur snapped.

"Arthur?"

" It's unfair...you, making me feel like some school girl." Arthur muttered, and started brushing away the tears.

"I didn't know you were gonna cry." Alfred said softly with another one of his childish grins.

"Do you think I knew I was going to cry either?" Arthur scoffed as he cleaned the last of his tears.

"You're pretty emotional!" Alfred chuckled.

"Sod off!" Arthur glared up at the man above him, he didn't need his ego bruised anymore then it already has been.

"Hey, I like that about you too! To be honest if I could cry I would." Alfred answered, trying to somehow make the other feel better and connect with him.

"Why would you have a reason to cry?" Arthur asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Whatever happens to make me cry, I dunno."

"Yet you would like to have the ability to cry?"

"Yeah!"

"Goodnight Alfred." Arthur huffed, and started pulling at his blankets. Too bad Alfred's knees were pinning them down.

"Hey no! It would only be for super big things! Like if someone died or I'm really happy, or I see ghosts!" Alfred covered his mouth when he realized what he let slip out.

Arthur smirked and sat up a bit, he leered at Alfred with a mischievous grin. "Afraid of ghosts are we? Did I ever tell you about the two haunted rooms a few floors down? It's quite the gruesome tale."

"W-What! No, umm...tomorrow! Tell me tomorrow( in the morning), not that I'm scared or anything. It seems like you're tired and need your rest! Haha!" Alfred launched himself from the bed to the floor. He proceeded to take a blanket and sit back against Arthur's bed side. Resting his back up against the frame of the bed, he hugged his knees close.

Arthur sighed but smiled, and he patted Alfred's hair softly, then brought the covers up. "Goodnight, poppet."

"...Night Arthur."

Arthur took one last happy sigh before he finally succumbed to sleep. Alfred leaned his head back on the bed and surveyed the sleeping form for a moment, watching the rise and fall of his chest before closing his eyes.

"Do you understand Arthur? The reason I think you're beautiful?The very beauty of your being, your life, your essence. The beauty of the heart that beats in your chest...the beauty of the hands that can hold and the fingers that can touch."Alfred looked to his hands.

" It pains me to be touched by you, to try and touch you, and not feel anything. I know you're there, but I want to feel you. I want to feel you, feeling me, feeling you. It's so crushing when I'm around you and I still can't understand the texture of your skin brushing up against mine. It hurts, but trying to distance myself hurts even more. You're right in front of me, so why can't I love you the way I want?" Alfred then proceeded to put his arms down, and went into sleep mode for the night.


A/N: So yeah, a little lime for you coconut. Ok, that's a dumb joke, anyway I have some overview.

Humans: Arthur, Francis, Yao, Chun-yan, Heracles, Ludwig, Lovino, Gilbert, and Roderich.

Robots: Alfred*, Kiku*, Feliciano*, Elizaveta, Antonio*, and Matthew* *= Special- actual personality.

The robots in this story can feel like they can sense pressure, they have censors on their skin so they know when someone or something is touching them, but they can not actually feel the substance. They have censors for smell, but they have no idea what they're smelling, taking the chemical compound of what is in the air and analyzing it. They have a program that will cross reference the compounds, different robots, to seem more life like will prefer different smells just the way the program is set up. It's useful in case of gas leaks, in my story the robots have saved many homes and families from being killed by gas poisoning.

So that's that, Please review!