Sex, Drugs, and Money Ch.13

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

Warnings: USUK! Yes there will be sex! You have been warned.

(A/N): Hello everyone, I'm back with the nexy chapter! We finally learn why Alfred owes Gil money! (I guess the next big reveal will be who kidnapped Mattie).

This chapter was really embarrassing to write and I kept trying to distract myself but I did it! I finished the chapter! I hope it's ok. Like I keep saying I suck with love scenes (or sex scenes as in this chapter) I've only written one almost sex scene and that didn't turn out very well T_T but hopefully this one turns out well *crosses fingers* I apologize to all you non USUK fans but if you want to find out why Al owes money you're going to have to read.

Last thing, I would like to thank all my reviewers because you guys are awesome and reading them always makes me happy and makes me want to write more. I would reply to them individually like I used to but I feel like if I do I will give away some of the story and I don't want to do that.

So now, please enjoy Chapter 13

Arthur sat down on his couch, drinking some tea as he watched television. It had been three days since he had let Alfred stay in his apartment. Being the gentleman he was, he gave Alfred the bed and took the couch, which he was beginning to regret. He hadn't had a decent sleep in three days. He also had to take some time off from work so that he could take care of Alfred who apparently had separation anxiety.

He sighed and looked over at his Christmas tree, only a few presents under it that his siblings had reluctantly sent him. Arthur looked at the clock. He should be at work right now but he couldn't leave his apartment. If Alfred came out of the room and saw that he wasn't there…Arthur didn't want another panicked phone call like the one he had gotten when he had left to get some food…and beer (lots of beer).

"Arthur?"

Arthur turned around to see Alfred slowly make his way towards the Brit. "What's wrong Alfred?" he asked getting up from the couch.

"Nothing. I-I just thought that you'd be at work," Alfred said softly.

"Oh, well I took the week off so-"

"You didn't have to do that you know," Alfred blurted out. "I would've been ok eventually."

"Alfred-"

"You didn't have to take time off just to take care of me you know! If you want to work then you shouldn't let me stop you! I…I-" Alfred was cut off by lips pressing against his own.

"Alfred, shut up," Arthur said, breaking the kiss. Alfred looked at him wide eyed.

"Arthur, I-"

"You should rest some more," he said, pushing the American towards the room. "Come on."

Once in the room, Alfred got into the bed and sat up, and Arthur grabbed a chair and placed it next to the bed. "I'm sorry Arthur," Alfred said, tears forming in his eyes again.

"It's alright Alfred, now just-"

"No! It's not ok Arthur!" Alfred yelled, tears falling from his face. "It's my fault. It's all my fault," he said, holding his face in his hand.

"Alfred,"

"It's all my fault Matthew got kidnapped! It's all my fault!"

"Alfred, what are you talking about?"

"Arthur. The reason we're here…it's all my fault. It's because I owe money…to the mafia."

Arthur laughed nervously. "Wh-what? You can't be serious."

"I'm serious Arthur. Why would I lie to you?"

"...E-exactly how much money do you owe?"

Alfred hesitated. "Four million dollars."

Arthur was quiet for a while. "Four million dollars? Four million dollars Alfred? What the bloody fuck would you need four million dollars for?"

"I didn't really borrow four million dollars. It's just that much because of interest."

"It doesn't matter! What the fuck did you need all that money for Alfred?"

Alfred's face became serious. "You know," he swallowed. "You know how-how the American economy is really bad? A-and you know how lots of people have been laid off?"

"...I've heard about that," Arthur said, calming down.

"W-well, we just finished college right, a-and I was looking for a job cuz Mattie wanted to go back and get one of those degrees right, b-but I couldn't find any work." Alfred laughed nervously. "You would think with so many people out of work that you could find one stupid job but it's actually not that easy. A-and we still had student loans and all that stuff to pay back. A-and we also had to get an apartment so that we could stay together because you can't stay in the dorms if you don't go to the school."

"Alfred. Why are you so attached to your brother? I mean…you're brothers but..." Arthur said.

Alfred began to cry again and wiped the tears from his face. "Wh-when we were younger…our parents divorced and my dad ended up taking Mattie and moved to Canada. When our dad died, Mattie came back to live with us. We've been inseparable ever since."

Arthur stayed silent for a while. "That must've been hard. I heard divorce can really mess up kids."

"Yeah, Mattie wouldn't leave my side for a second when we first got reunited. He even decided to go to the same college as me, even though it wasn't his first choice. I felt really bad so I told him I would take care of the payments and loans and all that. Turns out…it's really hard to pay back two people's student loans AND rent an apartment close to the college with a shitty job and no one willing to hire you."

"And that's why you borrowed the money?" Arthur asked, trying to take in everything Alfred had just said.

Alfred nodded. "I was in deep shit and didn't know what to do. That's when I talked to my friend Ivan."

'Ivan' Arthur thought.

"IVAN!" Alfred yelled as he jolted up from his sleeping position. He breathed heavily and tears fell from his face.

"Alfred! What's wrong?" Arthur said as he made his way to the American who had been sleeping in his bed.

"Ivan. Is he a good friend?" Arthur asked, alittle jealous.

"Yeah," Alfred said, smiling slightly. "We were good friends in high school and college. I called him up and he told me about Gilbert and how he was pretty awesome and how he could lend me some money."

"Gilbert?"

"He's the guy I owe money too," Alfred answered. "He is pretty cool though. Instead of going all mafia on my ass he just made me come here to work off my debt."

"And you brought Matthew along as well."

"Yeah," Alfred said, crying harder. "I forced him to come to Germany with me to help me work off the debt. He was pretty cool about it after a while, although he is probably still pissed that he had to stop going to school." Alfred brought both his hands to his face and began to sob. "I thought it would be ok. I didn't even think anything of it when he told me about him and Gil, except that Gil better not pull any of that kinky German sex with Mattie, but then…but then." Alfred trailed off.

"Alfred. It's alright. It's not your fault. I'm sure Matthew is fine. It was MATTHEW'S decision to go with…Gilbert, it's not your fault," Arthur said, putting a hand on Alfred's shoulder. The American seemed to calm down slightly at that. Arthur sighed. "Uh, well, this is a lot to take in. I-I'm going to go get some air." Arthur got up and began to make his way to the door when he was stopped by a hand grabbing his wrist.

"Alfred, let me go. I'm just going to step outside for a minute." Alfred pulled on Arthur's wrist and he fell onto the bed. "A-Alfred?" Arthur looked up at the other blond, face red. They were so close.

Alfred leaned closer and pressed his lips against Arthur's and lowered his body onto the Brit's. Soon, they were making out and Alfred slipped his hand under Arthur's shirt and began to roam around the latter's body, remembering all the places he had touched the other day that had made Arthur moan with pleasure. Alfred broke the kiss and began to kiss Arthur's neck. "A-Alfred," he moaned, wrapping his arms around the American's neck.

Alfred's hand moved down from Arthur's chest to his pants and he slowly undid the button and zipper. He moved under the underwear and began to fondle Arthur. Arthur moaned again and Alfred began another make out session, still keeping his hand busy. Arthur began fiddling with Alfred's shirt and it eventually ended up on the floor, along with his own.

Alfred tugged at the other blond's waistband and Arthur arched his back to make it easier to remove his pants and toss it onto the floor. Alfred's quickly followed. Arthur's hands roamed the Americans body, feeling everything there was, familiarizing himself with the foreign body on top of him.

After a few more minutes of heavy kissing and touching, their boxers had eventually come off and were thrown on the floor like all the other articles of their clothing. Breathing heavily, Alfred sat on his knees in between Arthur's legs, looking down at the gorgeous Brit who was breathing heavier than he was, eyes glazed over.

"A-Arthur," he said. "D-do you-"

"Just hurry up and do it already!" Arthur yelled, not wanting to wait any longer.

Alfred swallowed and pushed in. Arthur let out a little yell and grabbed the sheets. Once he was in, Alfred lowered himself onto the other blond once again and Arthur wrapped his arms around the American's neck. Alfred kissed Arthur's neck to try and distract from the pain and Arthur tightened his grip.

"Arthur-"

"Just move already."

Alfred did as he was told and Arthur dug his nails into the American's back. After a few thrusts, the pain subsided and everytime Alfred moved, Arthur felt a shudder of pleasure run up his spine. Soon, Alfred began to move faster and harder. Arthur let out a moan and brought the American's lips to his own.

Arthur felt the pressure build inside him as the seconds passed and he held Alfred tighter, gasping for air. "A-Alfred, I-" Arthur arched his back as he came all over his abdomen with a cry. Alfred continued to move and went in for another passionate kiss. He moaned into the kiss and Arthur jumped as he felt Alfred come inside him.

Alfred broke the kiss and rested his head on the crook of Arthur's neck, both of them breathing heavily. They stayed like that for a while, calming themselves down. Alfred moved his hips so that he pulled out of Arthur, but still kept his head rested on him.

After a few minutes, Alfred began to cry again, cursing himself for doing what he had just done while his younger brother was probably sleeping on a cold, hard floor somewhere. Arthur held the crying American and rubbed soothing circles in his back. As much as he wanted to just relax after having amazing sex with Alfred, he knew he had to comfort the young blond whose brother was still missing.

"It'll be ok Alfred," he said soothingly. "It'll be ok."

(A/N): There you guys have it. i don't think anyone was expecting that to be the reason but that was the point :) I didn't like how I ended it though XP but hopefully it was ok.

And aww, Artie's jealous of Vanya - er - Ivan :D

Hopefully the sex scene turned out good X3 It was really embarrassing to write and when I reread it I almost died XD hopefully it was all worth it though.

Thanks for reading and reviews are loved :3