Alfred was hardly ever alone after that. Arthur made sure of it. Whether he was doing homework on his bed, walking in the halls, or just sitting outside in the heat of Florida during the "fall" (Yeah, it was still hot as in summer hot during the fall in Florida), Arthur was always there. Sometimes it felt kind of annoying to not be left out of his sight but still...

He also noticed how tense Arthur got when Alfred was around sharp things. It was hilarious watching the Brit while he had been slicing an apple the other day. Every crunch brought a jump from the older blonde who immediately assumed Alfred had cut off his fingers. He had to admit, he did feel a little bit better after that night. He no longer felt the need to kill himself. He wasn't on the verge of exploding from happiness but he certainly wasn't wrestling the knife back from Arthur's grip who had insisted on cutting the apple for him. Everything just seemed...okay.

It was also kind of nice to see someone care enough to make sure he was safe like that.

Things had also started to get better at school. He had a friend here and there. Not that many but enough to survive on. He hung out with two guys, Tino and Antonio, during break every day. They shared his interests quite a bit actually. First through fifth period Alfred stuck to this slightly nerdy yet mainly preppy girl, Elizabeta. It was hard to relate to her most of the time but at least she was someone to talk to and she was pretty nice anyways (though her love for One Direction wasn't much of a shared characteristic). Lastly, he had a guy named Heracles in his 6th period Drama class. He was nice. Kind of quiet and insanely adored cats but enjoyed anime like Alfred. He actually looked forward to talking to Heracles by the end of break.

Today was no exception either. Alfred sat down in his usual chair. He felt the desk behind him flinch slightly and heard the thud that came with the dropping of a heavy backpack to the floor. When he turned around he gladly saw that Heracles was right behind him with a soft smile, just as expected.

"Can you believe it? We have to do our pantomimes today. I'm excited to finally get it over with but I wish we didn't have to do them in the first place." Alfred decided to start the conversation today. There was usually a minute or two before the teacher came into consideration by the class.

"She'll probably give us an extra day again. How long has this been delayed? Two weeks now?" Heracles had a soft, patient tone to his voice. It was hard for Alfred not to notice. He also had a slight accent that sounded almost British. When he'd been asked about it, the cat lover simply explained how his ear had been injured when he was younger to the point where hearing was still an ability but he couldn't hear things other people heard them apparently. To Heracles, he had a perfect American accent, even when his peers commented on how foreign he sounded.

"True. We'll see." Alfred responded with a silent bet.

"Sit your asses down and pay attention. Didn't you hear the bell? Anyways, I decided that since you all didn't finish your papers on pages 68 and 69 in the theater books that we'd wait for our block schedule on Wednesday to do our pantomimes instead." One of the best parts about drama had to be the teacher. The way she would make fun of students or make comments in a humorous way was always a sight to enjoy.

Before Alfred turned back around to the front, Heracles gave him a knowing look. Bets just weren't Alfred's specialty.

When he finally got home that day from school, the bus ride, and the walk home with Arthur, the American just wanted to curl into his USA blanket and sleep. Too bad he had so much homework and wasn't it a pity that his procrastination kept him from it.

Alfred thrust open the door to his room with one hand and fell onto his bed, letting his backpack fall of his sweating back that had taken the worst under the giant bag and the merciless sun. Crawling onto the bed, he took the USA to his chest and just laid there snuggled up against it. He got into the perfect sleeping position; on his right side with half his face shoved into the blanket while the other half protruded from the flowing heap of a country.

He had been right there, sleep directly upon his eyes, when he felt something- no, someone crawl on top of him. He forced his eyes open to see Arthur staring back at him.

"What are you doing?" there was a faint pink on Alfred's cheeks.

"...I told you I would make you love me back." Arthur said with a serious expression.

"I just got back from the abyss called depression. I really don't want to play these games now Arthur."

"This isn't a game. I'll at least show you today a little bit of my love."

Alfred rolled his eyes. Arthur would never do anything. There was no way he'd have the audacity to even-

"H-hey! What're you...?" Arthur was managing to somehow lift part of Alfred's shirt up from his body while the American continued to snuggle against the soft map of his homeland.

"I just told you. I won't do anything extreme today, lad. But I want you to know how much you're really worth to me."

"This is really sudden you know!"

"Yes, it is! But if I don't do something now then you'll think all I said that night was just to coax you into forgetting about the knife a meter away!"

Before Alfred had the chance to say more, he was flung onto his back with the blanket forgotten. He was about to struggle when Arthur slid his hand over Alfred's smooth chest, startling the American. Again he tried to speak up, to smack his hand away, but Arthur's hand travelled all the way up to his nipple, rubbing circles around the pink flesh.

It tickled so much, but Alfred dared not make a single sound. The last thing he needed was for Arthur to know just how ticklish he was. It would help him win too many arguments and probably end up as his favorite past time hobby. No freaking way.

With thoughts of this on his mind, Alfred didn't notice the other hand that snaked its way across his waist. He shivered when it glided up his side. That, too, was a very...sensitive area. So sensitive he had accidently let a noise escape his mouth, sadly. To the American, it sounded like a loud, giggling fit which was not good when it came to making sure he seemed completely un-ticklish. To the Brit, it sounded like a desperate whimper.

Finally giving Alfred "what he wants", Arthur stopped his left hand from circling Alfred's nipple. Instead choosing to let his fingers have their wish as they pinched the soft nub. Well, it couldn't really be called soft anymore. Not with all of the twirls and squeezes from Arthur's surprisingly talented hand.

"Ah, w-what are-?" Alfred couldn't get the sentence out. It was one simple act yet it all felt like too much to someone who had had no sexual experience at all.

"I told you I would start out with something small. I'll make you feel good as I gradually make my way down south over the next few times we share these...moments together."

It really did feel good. Alfred couldn't deny it. Especially when the hand that had been dancing on his waist flew to his right nipple, playing with that one as well. Alfred didn't know what to do with his hands, his body, or his face that had been blushing madly for quite some time now.

"What's the matter, love?" Arthur thickened his accent. No matter how much Alfred made humorous remarks on his dialect or denied any fondness towards it, he knew how much it turned Alfred on. And somewhere deep in those bits of ashes the American called a heart, he knew it too.

Alfred's face grew redder. He didn't understand what was going on around him or inside his head.

"How does it feel, Alfred?"

The younger blonde refused to answer as he bit his lip to prevent any noises from escaping his mouth.

"You better tell me, lad. Or I might have to extend this little 'moment' of ours and go ahead and start some wanking."

If Alfred knew the definition of any British slang word, he knew that one. And no matter how this felt, he was not ready for someone else's hand to be touching him there.

"I-it...nn...f-feels good..." Alfred said between small gasps for air. He felt something twitch a little in his...lower regions when Arthur started toying faster with his nipples.

"Are you sure? It's hard for me to be able to tell just from a red face and hard nipples." Arthur smirked.

Alfred glared back at him but when one hand drew dangerously close to his sensitive neck, he gave in.

"It feels so good! A j-jolly good show!" Alfred enjoyed tormenting the Brit with his purposely inaccurate version of his accent. Arthur had to say that his attempt was certainly not splendid at all.

He let go of the two nubs and left Alfred panting on his bed. He glanced to Alfred's body one last time but forced himself to wait. He couldn't take him in one go. How was that supposed to show him his love?

"You can expect more of this soon. Not tomorrow. Maybe not even two weeks from now. But I will show you my love. And you won't be able to bloody help but say 'I love you'."

He didn't see Alfred freeze with a terrified expression at his last few words before he walked out the door. It wasn't what was yet to come that kept him silent, it was the words he wanted from Alfred that scared him the most.

Woah...I actually wrote this. There were so many moments in this chapter where I would facepalm myself and say "Am I really going to write that?" and then my mind would say "YES," and this is what came from my sexy imagination. I shall try to write what many people have been wanting from me (*cough*lemons*cough*) but I don't exactly know how well that'll turn out. And I was going to write something about Heracles (Greece) after this little sexy scene but figured I should save it for the next chapter. All I'll say is that those who haven't cried yet while reading this (though I don't know who would) will probably end up crying after I write what happens to him. And RRRRGH, WHY MUST I CARE FOR ENGLAND'S CHARACTER SO MUCH?! No, I do not like him. He's just the wallpaper for my computer, phone, and on this little phone charm I bought. I also thank all the reviewers who motivated me to actually post something before the end of this month xD