I do not own Hetalia nor do I own the characters or the settings.

Here is chapter 13! I hope you all enjoy it and just so you know it won't be long before shit gets real...just sayin! Anyway, let me know what you think and thanks for reading! I thank everyone who has supported this fic! You guys are awesome!

The next morning, Arthur opens his eyes and blinks a few times to get used to the bright rays of sunlight shining in through the window. He and Alfred were still naked from the previous night's activities and the Briton frowns with disgust at the dried evidence of their night on his skin and the bed sheets. He finally disentangles himself from his colony's arms and throws on a robe to cover himself just enough to go downstairs to get enough firewood to heat up a bath.

Once he gets the bath ready, he heads back to the bed to begin waking his younger lover up. He shakes Alfred's shoulder firmly with his hand, "Alfred, it's time to wake up and get cleaned up."

After a few more rough shakes the younger blond opens his eyes and smiles when he sees Arthur's face, "Hey, Artie." He sits up and lets out painful groan, "I feel like shit."

"I'm not surprised, but I did give you fair warning" The Englishman removes the robe to render himself naked once again, "Come on and get out of bed. We'll get a bath together and I'll even wash your hair for you like I used to."

Alfred nods, "Okay, that sounds nice." He winces as he slides out of bed and follows Arthur to the bathroom.

Arthur allows Alfred to settle into the bath first and he hears a hiss escape the younger man's mouth from the sting of the water on his sore skin. When the Brit is sure that his colony is comfortable he seats himself behind Alfred in the bath. The teen leans back and rests his back against Arthur's chest as they relax in the warm water for a moment. The island nation is the one that eventually breaks the comfortable silence, "We shouldn't take too long in here, Alfred. We'll have to get dressed and start breakfast for our guests."

Alfred remains quiet, but nods letting Arthur know he understood. The teen really just wanted to talk to Arthur about everything Francis had mentioned and wanted to tell his lover about all his confused feelings, but he didn't want to do it right now. In this moment he was happy. He and Arthur were in the bath together and even though he was sore he was relaxed. He didn't want to ruin the peaceful relationship they had come to enjoy, but he knew if he didn't speak up he would eventually end up resenting Arthur for not being honest with him about all his options for the future.

"Alfred? Are you listening to me?" He rubs his colony's shoulders until the teen turns his head to look at him, "Are you okay? You seem upset about something, love."

Alfred is pulled from his thoughts by Arthur's voice and he shakes his head, "No, nothing's wrong."

"You're being awfully quiet and that's not like you." The Englishman reaches down beside the tub to retrieve a small cup. He then fills the cup with water from the tub, "Close your eyes."

The teen does as he's told and closes his eyes just in time for the water to be poured over his head. He wipes the excess water from his face before addressing his lover's concern, "I'm okay. I'm just a little tired and sore and hungry…and kinda horny."

Arthur lets out a sigh and shakes his head as he lathers the shampoo into his colony's hair, "I don't see how you could possibly be horny after last night, but I suppose being young can account or that."

The younger blond lets out a content sigh as he enjoys the feeling of Arthur's fingers massaging his scalp. It had been a long time since his lover had washed his hair, but Alfred remembered now why he always enjoyed it so much when he was younger, "Well, I am sitting naked in the tub with you and your fingers are doing amazing things to my scalp…just saying."

The Briton chuckles softly at Alfred's explanation, "If that's the excuse you want to use then I suppose it's a plausible one…close your eyes."

Alfred closes his blue eyes once again and feels the warm water wash over him, "Well, what excuse are you gonna use then? You're sitting right behind me and I know that's not a bar of soap pressing against my back."

"Then I won't make any excuses for what you do to me." The European nation places his hands on Alfred's shoulders and the next thing the teen feels is Arthur's tongue sliding up his neck.

Alfred's body, among other things, stiffens at the sudden sensation against his skin, but he soon relaxes when he feels the Brit's tongue being replaced with his lips. The teen leans into the kisses and groans when he feels Arthur's hand on his growing erection, "Mmm, Arthur…w-we shouldn't…do this…ah!"

The island nation removes his lips from his colony's damp neck, but doesn't stop pumping the teen's hardened shaft, "And why shouldn't we?"

"I…I thought you said that…(moan) that we needed to hurry…and…and get br-breakfast started." Alfred bites his bottom lip and thrusts upward into Arthur's hand making water slosh over the side of the tub and spill onto the floor.

Arthur runs his thumb across the head of his colony's cock causing the boy to gasp as the English nation pulls Alfred's earlobe into his mouth where he lightly sucks on the piece of flesh for a moment before speaking, "I don't think they'll waste away before we're done."

The younger blond lets out a soft whimper before reluctantly placing his hand over Arthur's to stop the Briton's movement, "Arthur…w-wait."

"Alfred, what's the matter with you?" The Englishman's bushy eyebrows come together in confusion as he releases the teen's stiff cock, "I seem to recall you telling me you were horny. I was just trying to help."

Alfred swallows the nervous lump in his throat and sits up a bit, "Yeah, I know, it's just…" His heart begins beating hard in his chest and he realizes that he just doesn't have the courage to confront Arthur yet and his lover was actually in a good mood. The teen quickly thinks up something to tell the island nation and promises himself he'll confront Arthur with what Francis said later, "It's just that we've never done stuff like this before when other people were here and it's kinda weird." Lame, Arthur would never believe that. The colony holds his breath waiting for Arthur to speak.

The older blond finally chuckles as he scoots closer to Alfred in the tub, "That certainly didn't stop you from hopping aboard last night."

Alfred begins breathing again as he tries to justify his earlier words, "Well, that's because they were busy doing the same thing and they wouldn't notice us last night."

Arthur begins rubbing Alfred's thighs beneath the water and once again peppers kisses along his neck and shoulders, "Trust me, love, they won't notice us now either because they're probably doing the same thing. Now, stop being so paranoid."

The blue eyed teen nods, but still stops Arthur's hand when the Briton attempts to pick up where he left off. Before Arthur can make any sort of comment Alfred begins lifting his body from the tub, "Can we do this another way?" The Englishman nods and doesn't complain one bit when the teen turns to face him and straddles his lap when he sits back down in the tub, "I like to look at your face when you touch me."

Arthur gulps audibly at how sexy his colony's words sounded and takes Alfred's face in his hands before bringing their lips together in a fierce kiss. The younger blond doesn't wait for Arthur to deepen the kiss and plunges his tongue into the Englishman's mouth making them both groan as their tongues slide against the others. As the kiss continues, Arthur places his hands on each of Alfred's ass cheeks and pushes the teen's hips toward his as he thrusts upward causing their cocks to brush together.

Alfred breaks the kiss and moans loudly as he continues to grind his arousal into Arthur's lap, "I…ah…I'm not gonna…l-last long…ah!"

Arthur doesn't say anything as he brings his mouth down to his colony's stiff nipple to allow his tongue to play with the pink flesh. He hears a very arousing whine escape the teen's throat and he moves one of his hands away from Alfred's ass to bring it between their rutting bodies to grip both of their pricks in his hand, "Does that…feel good, Alfred? H-How does it…feel?"

"So good…ah!...d-don't stop…I'm close!" Alfred finds himself altering his movement to be able to thrust into Arthur's moving fist. Water splashes everywhere and there is more water on the floor than in the tub at this point, but the two blonds couldn't care less as the sensitive skin of their cocks slide together causing such wonderful friction, "A-Arthur…I…"

"M-me too…ah!" The Briton hisses as he feels Alfred's fingernails dig into his shoulders and each time his colony ruts against him he feels himself inching closer to the edge of blissful release, "Yes, just like that…(moan) don't stop….Alfred, yes!"

With one more twist of his wrist, Arthur brings Alfred to completion with a cry as he paints the Englishman's chest with his essence, "Oh, yes…Arthur…ah hah…yes!"

When Arthur feels his colony's warmth hit his chest he glances at the younger blond's face and just the look of pure ecstasy on Alfred's face makes the Brit cum with a yell of his own making their fluids mix together in what remains of the bath water. Finally, the teen's body relaxes and he falls against Arthur's chest breathing hard. The Briton wraps his arms around his colony as he also tries to catch his breath, "Alfred, you know this made our bath a bit pointless don't you?"

Alfred chuckles, but he doesn't move off of his lover's chest, "Yeah, but it was totally worth it."

Arthur only nods and remains quiet for a long time. He knew something was on Alfred's mind and he just couldn't understand why his colony wouldn't tell him what was bothering him, "Alfred, I know something's bothering you and I want you to know that you don't have to tell me anything you aren't comfortable with, but if it's something that I can help with then I wish you would just talk to me about it."

The younger man holds his breath at hearing Arthur's words and doesn't really know how to proceed. He didn't want to bring all that stuff up now, but his lover was giving him the go ahead. Alfred finally sits up and looks into the Briton's green eyes, "I'm okay, Arthur. It's like I told you before I'm just hungry and sore. I'll be fine."

Arthur returns Alfred's stare and nods even though he still doesn't believe his colony's words, "Okay, but if this is still about my past relationship with Francis then I'll tell you again that I don't have any romantic feelings for him. I love you, Alfred."

Alfred gives the Englishman a small smile before leaning forward and giving him a chaste peck on the lips, "I know that, Arthur. I love you too." The teen begins standing up and finally steps out of the tub, "Come on, we should get dressed." Alfred holds his hand out to Arthur.

The Briton splashes the evidence of their morning fun off his chest with water before taking Alfred's hand and stepping out of the tub as well. Arthur begins dressing feeling as if he doesn't really have time to shave and really there wasn't much hair there to begin with. He zips his pants and turns to see Alfred still standing beside the bed nude, "Alfred, what are you doing?"

"Well, I don't have any clothes in here cause usually I just leave here in the morning and change in my room, but since we have guests I don't really think I should just walk across the hall naked." He runs his hand through his wet hair before pointing to Arthur's robe on the floor, "Can I wear that until I get to my room?"

The Englishman's eyes linger a bit on his colony's naked body before he turns to grab his shirt, "Well, of course you can wear it. I won't have you traipsing around the house nude."

The teen nods and grabs the robe from the floor. Once the robe is on it's obvious that it doesn't belong to Alfred. It is way too short and the fabric over his shoulders is very tight, "Um, I'll meet you in the kitchen when I get dressed."

Arthur turns to look at Alfred in the ill fitting robe and silently fumes at the fact that his colony is bigger and taller than him, but he doesn't mention it to Alfred, "That's fine and try not to stretch out my robe."

The younger blond looks down at the robe and frowns, but nods anyway, "Okay, see ya." Alfred leaves Arthur's bedroom and makes his way across the hall to his own room lost in thought about how to bring up his concerns to Arthur when he suddenly bumps into someone, "Ow, sorry…oh, Mattie. Where have you been?"

Matthew's cheeks turn pink and for the first time Alfred notices that his brother is only wearing a towel around his waist, "I've been bathing obviously." He takes a quick glance at Alfred's attire and frowns, "Where have you been and why are you wearing Arthur's robe?"

An offended expression appears on Alfred's face, "What makes you think this is Arthur's robe?"

"Because, it's obviously not the right size to be your robe." He shifts uncomfortably as he tightens his grip on the towel, "What have you and Arthur been up to?"

Alfred scoffs at his brother's question, "Just because I used Arthur's bathroom to bathe to let you have my bathroom doesn't mean Arthur and I were up to something. It's just me being polite enough to let you use my bathroom." The blue eyed teen looks behind Matthew to see the wet footprints coming from the guest room, "But, you apparently didn't use my bathroom. So what have you and Francis been up to?"

Matthew's cheeks one again turn pink and he averts his gaze to the floor, "N-nothing…we were just talking."

"Yeah right, Mattie." Alfred shakes his head and chuckles a bit, "I know what you two were doing under the table at dinner last night."

Matthew lifts his violet eyes back up to his brother's face, "What?! Well, I know what you and Arthur were doing in the wine cellar!"

The brother's glare at each other for a moment before Alfred lowers his voice and gets very close to Matthew's face, "Did you lose your virginity last night?"

Matthew just returns Alfred's harsh gaze for a bit before a sly grin erupts across his face, "Let me just say this…it doesn't hurt nearly as much as you said it did."

A goofy grin spreads on Alfred's face as he playfully slaps Matthew on the shoulder, "I freakin' knew it, Mattie!"

The younger blond's pink face quickly turns scarlet at Alfred's words, "Can we please just go to your room so I can get dressed?"

Alfred nods and opens his bedroom door. He was ready to get out of Arthur's too small robe and change into regular clothes too. The brothers are quiet as they change into their clothes for the day, but Matthew is finally the one to begin speaking again, "So why did you go to Arthur's room last night? Did you just go in there to…do it or did you talk to him about the stuff Francis told you last night?"

The blue eyed boy zips his pants up and turns to face his brother with a frown on his face, "Um, well, I confronted him about his relationship with Francis and we talked about that for a bit. I kinda feel dumb for being mad about it cause he had a really great explanation for…"

"That's not what I'm talking about, Al." Matthew crosses his arms over his chest and gives Alfred a concerned look, "I thought you were going to talk to him about being your own country one day."

The older blond gulps loudly and sits down on the bed, "No, we didn't talk about that." He pauses to take in a breath and let it slowly back out before continuing, "I just feel like I should give Arthur a chance to bring it up on his own. I'm sure he had his reasons for waiting. I mean I know he wants what's best for me and when I'm definitely ready then he'll tell me all about it." He looks up at Matthew's worried face and sighs, "Right?!"

Matthew uncrosses his arms and makes his way to the bed where he sits down beside his brother, "That's probably true, but if it's something he's going to tell you about eventually anyway then I don't think he would mind if you asked about it a bit sooner than planned."

Alfred nods and finally gives Matthew a smile, "I guess you're right, Mattie. The next time Arthur and I are alone I'll ask him about it."

The slightly younger teen returns the smile and stands up, "Sounds like a plan." He holds his hand out to Alfred, "Now, let's get to the kitchen before another fight breaks out."

Alfred nods and takes his brother's hand, "Yeah, it isn't a good idea to leave those two alone for any length of time."

When Arthur makes it to the kitchen he sees Francis standing by the stove and the smell of breakfast cooking wafts through the house, "You have a lot of nerve, frog."

The Frenchman turns away from the stove at the sound of the younger blond's voice and faces his friend with a confused look on his face, "Are you really going to get upset because I started breakfast without you, Angleterre?"

A sly grin appears on Arthur's face, "That is not what I'm referring to, Francis."

The older nation's confused look only worsens as he crosses his arms over his chest, "Then I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about."

Arthur walks farther into the room and chuckles softly, "Stealing that boy's virginity right in my guest room is what I'm talking about."

"In the guest room, yes, but stealing is a no." A large smile spreads across Francis' face, "Matthew gave it to me willingly and I can't see how you have room to talk. Aren't you being a bit hypocritical, Arthur?"

An angry frown emerges on the Briton's face at the Frenchman's words, "What I have with Alfred is entirely different from what you're doing with Matthew!"

Francis shrugs indifferently as he turns back to face the stove, "Sex is sex, mon ami. The way I see it is if both parties agree to the terms then that's all that matters." He takes the food off the stove and begins placing it in four separate plates lying on the counter, "The fact that you and Alfred are in love doesn't make it physically any different than Matthew and I having sex even though we aren't in love." The bearded blond finishes filling the plates and when Arthur doesn't say anything he turns once again to look at the Englishman to see that his frown remains in place, "What's that look for, Angleterre? I'm not saying what you and Alfred have isn't special. I'm just saying that Matthew and I work differently is all."

Arthur shakes his head in disbelief as he begins opening the kitchen drawers to retrieve the forks, "I just think that you should tread carefully with someone so young. Right now he thinks he doesn't love you and maybe he never will, but one day he's going to wish he had waited and lost his virginity with someone he truly loves."

Francis rolls his eyes at Arthur's words as he picks up two of the plates to carry them to the dining table, "You are living in a fairy tale fantasy, Arthur. Do you think everyone in the world loses their virginity to someone they're madly in love with?"

The island nation grabs the other two plates and follows Francis to the dining table, "No, but it just seems like an odd way to do things. You and Matthew just have a strange way of doing things."

The older blond places the plates on the table before speaking to Arthur, "There is nothing strange about the way Matthew and I conduct business. In fact, we have a very honest relationship and I don't just mean our sexual relationship. Matthew feels completely comfortable coming to me about anything." He gives Arthur a curious look, "Can you say the same thing for Alfred?"

The Briton scoffs as an offended expression plays across his face, "Alfred knows he can talk to me about anything!"

"Is that so?" An amused smirk lifts the corners of Francis' mouth, "Alfred always seems very cautious around you as if he knows what you expect and what you won't tolerate. He seems oddly obedient for an almost full grown colony." The Frenchman's smirk falls as he casts a serious glance at Arthur, "Hasn't he asked you anything about becoming…independent?"

All the color drains from the island nation's complexion at Francis' question, "Independent? W-why on Earth would he ask about that?"

"Well, it's the natural progression of things." He walks closer to the younger nation and places his hands on Arthur's shoulders, "Granted, some colonies choose to remain so, but there are those who wish to be more and control their own land and government. Shouldn't Alfred have all his options?"

Arthur's mouth drops open at Francis' suggestion and he finds himself at a loss for words for a moment. When the Briton finally speaks his voice trembles slightly, "Alfred hasn't mentioned anything like that to me and besides he's not nearly ready for something like that. He's too impulsive and immature."

"So you haven't even discussed it with him?" He gives Arthur a curious look as he removes his hands from the smaller man's shoulders.

An angry gleam shimmers in Arthur's green eyes at Francis' prying questions, "No, I haven't and I don't plan to. If he ever matures enough to find out on his own then we'll see, but I don't see that happening!"

The Frenchman shrugs with indifference, "Okay, he's your colony making him your responsibility, but just a reminder, Arthur, all little boys grow up eventually." The two of them look toward the stairs when they hear their colony's footsteps approaching, "Speaking of boys, here they are."

Matthew and Alfred round the corner and soon appear in the dining room. Alfred notices his lover's tense appearance and frowns, "What's wrong? Are you two fighting again?"

Francis answers the question meant for Arthur, "Oh, non…no one is fighting. Angleterre said you wouldn't want ham and insisted that I make bacon, but alas the ham was already prepared. He was worried you would be disappointed." The Frenchman frowns, "It's my fault. I'm afraid I didn't know you preferred bacon."

Alfred shrugs, "It's okay. I'll eat anything as long as it tastes good."

Francis smiles and pats Arthur on the back, "There, you see, Arthur…no harm done."

The Englishman allows a small smile to form on his face as he nods, "Well, that's a relief."

Alfred and Matthew give each other confused looks, but they don't mention the older men's weird behavior. Alfred points at the plates of food on the table, "So can we eat now?"

The bearded blond nods, "Of course…oh, Arthur, could you go and get the drinks? They're on the counter in the kitchen."

Arthur nods numbly and leaves the dining room. Francis and the teenagers sit down and the Frenchman can't help but hear the hiss that leaves Alfred's mouth as well as see the pained look on his face after being seated.

Francis smiles to himself, but at the same time he feels pain for the lovers. Arthur was far too stubborn and Alfred would soon realize that there is much more to life than being a colony. He just hoped that the Briton and his colony could work things out without starting a big fight for everyone's sake.

TBC…

Thanks again for reading! Love ya!