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Arthur frowned as Davie took another sample of his hair. Alfred was currently resting his head on the brit's lap, who was sitting up with his back against the headboard. Arthur had a book in one hand, and was using the other to caress the prince's face. The blonde American was currently semiconscious, looking up at the ceiling with hooded, hazy eyes. Arthur was terribly worried about his mate, but Davie assured him that the other was getting better.

"How's it going with Alfie?" Davie asked casually as he dropped the hair strand in a clear jar. Arthur scowled at him, before shrugging.

"Don't act so casual while putting my hair in a jar." He rolled his eyes. "And as for Alfred... He's awake and well. He's just a little tired right now so he's just out of it a bit. He'll be back to normal in an hour or so." He said calmly, and he was fairly certain, seeing that for the last 3 days, the American would be more or less silent for a little bit, then back to his energetic self. This spell shouldn't last too long.

"Oh, okay." Davie said slowly, placing the jar on the nightstand. He sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on Alfred's forehead, feeling his temperature. "He has a normal temperature." He moved his head to the chest of the other, listening to his heartbeat. "His breathing is still normal... I think you're right, he is gonna be fine." Davie said with a soft voice as he patted the prince on the shoulder.

"I'm right here, why are you guys talking like I'm on my death bed?" The American deadpanned as he rolled over to his side, burying his head into the brit's stomach, breathing in deeply. Arthur smiled warmly.

"We just said you were going to be okay, how is that talking as if you're on your deathbed? Idiot." He chuckled, twirling the other's unruly hair in his hand. Alfred hummed, annoyed, but Arthur kept twirling, in fact, twirling harder, pulling on the other's head as he did so. The prince hummed louder, but Arthur persisted, and after about a minute the American had had enough, pulling away.

"Arthur stop!" He whined, eyes blown out and lips pouty. Arthur took the chance to take in his appearance. The prince was wearing no shirt, so his broad chest and toned abs were completely visible. He wore black boxers, the tight ones Arthur loved so much, as Arthur noted how there was a trail of hair from the waistband to the belly button. Alfred's hair was in a wild state, his eyes no longer surrounded by black veins. He had been too tired to do too much, so he hadn't shaved in at least 3 days, so there was a slight shadow around his jaw. Arthur couldn't stop himself from purring.

"Woah! WOAH! WOAH! I'm still in here, don't purr! Eww Arthur, have some self control!" Davie criticized as he stood up, hands over his ears. Arthur laughed darkly, which the other ignored as he evaluated Alfred's conditions. After about 5 minutes of boring doctor stuff, the brit zoned out, staring off into space. He wasn't thinking about anything in particular, he was just drifting is all.

However his attention was forced back into reality when he had heard a loud thump. He blinked wildly, looking around until he had found the cause of said noise. Alfred and Davie were wrestling again and Arthur sighed heavily. Those idiots. Arthur pulled himself out of bed and walked gingerly to the bathroom, careful to avoid the fight. He closed the door behind him went to the sink, looking up at the mirror, smiling at his complexion. His hair had grown quite a bit, it no longer resting by his ears, but back at his shoulders. However, it was nowhere near as wild as it used to be. His locks were silky thanks to his hair regime, and the strands were a bright gold. His green eyes were bright, much brighter than it has ever been, which worried the brit a bit. Was it because of the curse? Is this caused by magic?

He looked down at his body. He frowned, agitated. The weight he was gaining was going down to his thighs, hips and butt, but not to his arms and chest. He figured if he got fatter in those area, it would be easier to convert that fat into muscle, making him look more manly. However, the more he gained weight, the more womanly he looked. His face was no longer angular, it looked so much softer now. Maggie would tease him about how he was half woman, but now he was kind of believing it.

Even his attire! He wore nightgowns to bed, and currently he had on a deep solid purple nightgown that stopped just past his thigh. Underneath he had skimpy lavender panities made of lace. He put them on willingly, it had become a habit for him to dress to impress his mate, who hardly notices. The panties didn't feel weird. He hardly grew any body hair, so there was no friction or anything like that. He looked back up to the mirror and wondered silently to himself how people knew he was a guy. Was it because of his lack of breast, or was it due to the sound of his voice? Because at first glance there is no obvious indicator.

Arthur was about to run some water over his hands when he heard nothing. Silence. He groaned. What did they do now? He stormed out of the bathroom, and gasped at what he saw. All of their clothes were on the floor, in particular, his favorite dress. The green dress with the intricate design. The two idiots were no longer fighting, they were sitting by each other, panting, eyes closed. Arthur could feel the heat rise to his face as he approached the dress. He bent down, picking it up and flapping it out. The brit stopped when he noticed some thread. He sat on the side of the bed as he shifted through the dress, trying to find the fly aways. However, what he found made his blood boil.

"Alfred! WHAT THE FUCK! You idiots ripped my dress!" He shot up off of the bed, placing his hands on his hip. Davie had managed to slink out of the room while the brit was shifting through the dress, leaving the prince to deal with the damages alone. Alfred winced.

"Sorry, I'll get you another-"

"I don't want another one! This one was my favorite!" Arthur yelled again. The prince sighed, getting up off of the floor and approaching the fuming brit slowly. He tried to touch the Englishman, who in turn swatted his hand away angrily. "Don't touch me! You act comatose all day but the second you and Davie get into it, you're like a fucking bear. How the fuck did all of my clothes get on the ground? You two are so immature and idiotic and j-just so... so"

"Arthur relax!" Alfred said as he forced the other into an embrace. Arthur tried to push away but the other was stronger, forcing the smaller brit to breath in his scent. The englishman felt better instantly, but he was still very angry. They stayed like that for a few moments, but the brit slowly pushed away from the other gently, dress still in his hand. He huffed.

"I don't want another dress." He deadpanned. He shoved the green dress into the bigger one's chest, who took it in shock. "Get someone to fix it." Arthur sauntered back to his spot on the bed and picked up his book again, picking up where he left off. Alfred climbed in too, snuggling up against the other, who swatted him away. The prince tried once more, and the englishman swatted him again. The American groaned.

"I said I was sorry, Artie!" He whined, looking up at the brit with annoyed eyes. The brit stopped reading and looked at the prince with bored eyes.

"I didn't say I forgave you."

"Arthur, relax! It's just a dress, not even a good one at that! You hardly wear dresses, you usually wear my clothes anyway. I don't get mad when you ruin them, so where do you get off getting all fussy!?" He looked angry now, and annoyed. He was no longer leaning on the other, in fact he was increasing the distance between them. Arthur rolled his eyes and scoffed, angrier than he was initially. He's angry?! He's the one making a mess out of everything!

"First of all!" He looked angry. Arthur breathed out, calming himself before he said something he'd regret. "That's different! None of the clothes you get me fit well; they're too tight. Your clothes are too big for me, but at least they make me feel comfortable. I feel like a streetwalker in half of the clothes in my closet- well- on the floor now! And when I wear it, perhaps a little gravy gets on it, but I never leave any holes! Especially one sizable enough for me to fit my head."

"I apologized for that already!" Alfred growled. "There are probably hundreds of dresses like that, you don't need to get an attitude because we put a hole in it. It was an accident, I was just messing around and it just sort of happened!" Alfred tried to explain. Arthur scoffed again.

"Oh, and another thing! You and your best mate Davie may think it's normal to wrestle wherever you bloody are, but it's not just the two of you anymore! I'm here now! Stop suddenly throwing yourselves into a wrestling match it's annoying and childish! I mean, just look at what you've done!" He motioned for the other to look around the room. The place was a mess, clothes everywhere, and some books littered the ground. "You're almost 20 bloody years old, and you're telling me you had no idea what was going on?! You and Davie are just toxic when together and its pisssing me off!"

Alfred frowned at the other, but he didn't say anything. Buy the way his eyes dilated and flickered, he appeared to be in deep thought. It was a good minute and a half when the door creaked open and a maid walked in, wordlessly cleaning up the room. When she was done and gone, the prince was still silently, looking at the brit up and down.

"Okay." He said finally with a sigh, relaxing against the headboard.

"Okay what?" Arthur asked softly, crawling over to the other. The American noticed and grabbed him the hips, pulling him on top of him. Arthur gasped but was otherwise silent as their foreheads touched.

"I'm sorry, I'll be more careful, I promise." They shared a sweet kiss, but Arthur was still very skeptical.

"Sure you will," He said as he pulled away gently, hovering his lips over the other's. "I forgive you." He mumbled as he rested his forehead against the other's again. He couldn't help his smile when the American underneath him beamed at him. "It wasn't worth fighting over, I'm sorry love." He whispered. Alfred nodded and went in for another kiss, which was returned. The kiss started out soft but soon turned into a battle for dominance. Usually Arthur would lose within seconds, however since he was a bit sluggish, Arthur had more of a fighting chance.

After a few moments they both pulled away, panting, Alfred's cheeks flushed, eyes exhausted. Oh, he must be tired. Arthur began to change their current position to one more comfortable for the tired knight when said American grinded his hips up against the brit, who gasped in shock. Before the brit could react further, the prince smashed their lips together again, continuing the grinding motion. Arthur could feel his blood rush to his cheeks, a whole gamut of emotions running through his mind.

This had never happened before.

His shock was soon replaced by instinct, and he was soon grinding in time with the other. He moaned into the kiss, cheeks getting redder. However, that wasn't the only place blood was rushing into. He could feel his own member get harder as time passed on, and the American was almost fully erect. The prince pulled away and stopped grinding. "Arthur..." he panted as he moaned out. The moan sounded almost like a wild animal, a desperate animal in heat. The sound made the brit grind harder and faster. The prince moaned out again, throwing his head back against the headboard. "I want you closer…" He trailed off as he closed his eyes, gripping the other's hip as he grinded up again.

"Nngh… ah-a-alfred…" Arthur moaned as he felt his member harden up completely. The sensation was new to him, he was never pleasured before, and he was nervous. He rested his head on the other's shoulder and closed his eyes, focusing on the waves of pleasure going through him. "Ah-alfie… I… yea… harder alfie…" he groaned out, slamming his hips against the others. Alfred hummed, pausing his administrations for a moment. The brit was more than confused, but he kept his hips still. He was a panting mess and his underwear felt damp against his skin. He was gently laid on his back, the American kneeling above him with lustful eyes.

"I don't think you'll give me permission to enter the cave, will you?" He asked in rough voice, bending down to nibble on the brit's ear. Arthur sucked in his breath and wrapped his arms around his mate, whimpering. The prince ran his hands on the other's thighs and caressed them gently, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Arthur moaned. "Oh, you like that?" He purred, licking his way down to his neck. He latched down on the brit's jugular and began to suck. Arthur moaned out again, throwing his head back. He hardly noticed when the other's hands began travelling up his dress, drawing circles on his sides. Those rough hands soon jumped to his perky nipples and began to squeeze and pinch them, turning them lovingly.

The englishman arched his back and let out a strangled moan, thrusting his hips into the air. He used his hands to pull the American's face back up and smashed their lips together in a kiss, letting out more moans as the prince's tongue mapped his mouth. Alfred removed his hands and pulled up the nightgown by the hem, high enough reveal Arthur's pink swollen nipples. Alfred moaned as he broke the kiss and attached his greedy lips to one of the pink buds. He swirled his tongue around it and bit down softly, ignoring the other's whimpers and moans.

Arthur panted and whimpered prayers. His cheeks were streaked with tears and his eyes stung. He couldn't handle all of this stimulation. His cock was leaking and he was feeling lightheaded. The more he moaned, the harder he thrusted. The harder he thrusted, the harder the other bit his sore nubs, and the harder he moaned. It was a vicious cycle. All he wanted was to cum, but he wanted the other to make him do it. "Alfred, please…" He said desperately, squeezing the other's biceps. He wrapped his legs around the other and pulled him in. "Make me finish." He whispered.

Alfred quit nibbling and returned his lips to the other's ear. "How do you want to finish? Do you want my hand or my sword?" He asked with a seductive purr. Arthur almost came right there. "Ah! wh-ah-ah! Ah- ah!" He couldn't stop his moans, the other already grinding up against him harshly. He threw his head back and allowed the other dominance over his body. The American recognized the gesture and moved his hands to the brit's waist, fingering the waistband of his panties. He tugged it down and then tugged his own constricting piece of underwear down, revealing his very large member. The sight brought Arthur down to his senses a little bit. "Wait! Wait, please don't. I-I'm s-sorry, I'm n-not quit-t-te ready for your s-sword yet." His teeth couldn't stop chattering, the air touching his member made him shake.

Alfred blinked a few times before registering what he was saying. "Oh, okay." He said reassuringly. He pressed his cock against Arthur and began to thrust against. Lightning shot through the brit's body, forcing his eyes to roll to the back of his head. It felt so much better without clothes on. The American bent down to nibble on his ears, using his hands it twist his sore pink nubs. Arthur whimpered and moaned, dragging his fingernails across the other's chest.

"Ah… Nngh..ng..ngha ah ah hah ah ah….Ngh" The noises wouldn't stop coming from his mouth, his cock practically weeping, the fluids reducing the friction. The pressure in his lower abdomen was making his way down, he was so close. Alfred was too, he could tell, the larger started moving faster and more frantic. The prince groaned in his ear. "Artie, baby, I can't hold it much longer. I want to finish together, okay?" He kissed Arthur's beat red forehead and began grinding and thrusting, causing the brit to let out a half moan half scream as he finished, spasming as a he saw a white flash. It took a few minutes for the American to find his orgasm, but when he had, streams of white covered the brit's already soiled chest.

Alfred smiles lazily as he kisses the brit, who is about to pass out. Before either has a chance to move and fix themselves, the door flies open and an unexpected guest walks in.


It all happened so fast. One minute he was being kissed by Alfred, pressed up against his sweaty body, and the next he had a thick blanket thrown over him, and he could hear Alfred yelling at someone. Someone had entered without knocking, but Arthur didn't get a chance to see who it was.

"I said, what the fuck do you want?! Why are you here?!" The American sounded furious. He wanted to cuddle, and the intruder interrupted them from doing so. "Francis, I won't ask again!" Francis? Arthur rolled his eyes. Ugh. The Frenchman. Suddenly there was a burst of laughter, and gasping from the French King.

"Desole, mon amie. Forgive me." He said in between his laughter. Arthur could hear Alfred growl in annoyance, so he figured he should interject.

"Your highness, we apologize for the unholy sight before you, but would you do us a favor and excuse yourself for but a moment. I would prefer to be cleaned up before the presence of one as significant as yours." He said it half heartedly through the blanket, loud enough to eclipse the prince's growling and the king's laughter. Francis sobered up and cleared his throat.

"Oh, joli garcon, no need to be shy. We frenchmen are taught to appreciate nature and the beauty of intimacy at a very young age. Trust me, this is nothing I have not seen before." He purred, and Arthur blushed in discomfort. The brit kept the blanket wrapped around his body, but pulled it down to reveal his face. The American was still hovering over him, each hand positioned on either side of the brit's head. The American, the brit noticed, was still bare, everything was hanging out. When Arthur looked up to reach the American's eyes, the prince was already looking at him with possessive, angry eyes. The brit knew that look; Alfred was a minute away from losing his shit.

"Alfred, Alfred, focus!" The brit hissed in a whisper. The American hummed. "Tell him to get out! I'm naked, what if he sees me naked?" He whispered in his ears. The hum turned into an angry growl, and the brit internally smirked. "When I'm in this state..." He whispered as he pulled away, looking at the American's red face. "It's only for your eyes to see, not his. If you don't get him to leave, I'm not going to let you do this again." He watched as the prince's face turned into something quite panicked. The American cleared his throat. Turning to face the king who had made himself comfortable on one of the couches.

"Francis" The knight said in a deep, commanding voice. It reminded the brit of the tone he had used when they had first met, how demanding the wounded knight was after he had collapsed by that tree. It sent chills down the brit's spine. Arthur turned to look at the French king, who was currently sending Alfred an amused look. "I don't know what you want" he continued,"but get out. I will consider giving audience to whatever you came here to ask for, but if you continue to make my mate uncomfortable I will throw you out into the dead of winter."

There was an awkward silence, the king's face no longer amused, but rather shocked. However, after a few more moments a thin smile returned as he cleared his throat. "AH, young love." He started as he got up, approaching the door. "I remember when Matthew and I used to be like that. The honeymoon phase. Sooner or later the two of you will get used to having the other around, and you'll trust them enough to not act so aggressive around the presence of another Alpha. But I guess after almost 3 months, you still don't trust your little omega enough to not jump into the nearest Alpha's arms. Isn't that right?" And with that biting remark, the Frenchman left, closing the door softly behind him.

It took Arthur a few moments to process the statement, but when he had, he was furious. Alfred, however, looked indifferent. He stood up, sighed and went to the bathroom, spending a few minutes in there. While he was gone, the brit felt himself simmering at the other's insult. Little omega?! Who the hell does he think he is?! He comes into their room, and when he's told to leave he insults him? Arthur knew little about French life, but that didn't sound normal. The American returned with a wet rag, tugging the blanket off of the brit and wiping his chest off. The brit hissed when the cold rag brushed his sore nipples, but the American ignored him, continuing to wipe. The moved his hand to the other's penis and wiped it clean of precum. Once he was done, he pulled off the brit's nightgown and rolled up the now soiled blanket, dumping them in a pile near the door for the maid.

~~~~ Wounded Knight~~~

Arthur frowned as he laced his black leather boots, not wanting to sit anywhere near Francis. Alfred was too busy positioning his own crown to notice the brit sulk. Arthur did and undid his black trousers, tightening it around his waist, tucking in his white blouse. The white blouse, thank goodness, was quite loose, however it was fitted enough to accentuate his small waist, which was a little upsetting. It didn't want to give Francis a reason to start mocking him, or worse, bring up his omega status. Arthur jumped when he felt large arms wrap around his waist, but smiled thinly when he realized it was just Alfred. The gesture would have normally cheered him up, but it just drove the point of him having womanish features further, the man's arms wrapping around him easily.

"Arthur, babe, calm down." He whispered softly, kissing the top of the brit's head. "I'll talk to Francis, you can just talk to Matthew, you know, so you could catch up." He pulled himself away and lead the other out of the room, down the hall, and into his spacious study. When they had gotten there, both Matthew and Francis were waiting in front of Alfred's desk. There were two chairs behind the desk, one obviously for Arthur, and it made him smile slightly. Arthur made eye contact with Matthew, who beamed warmly at him, violet eyes happy and cheeks rosy. His skin was glowing healthily. The brit made his way straight to him, embracing him whole heartedly, He hadn't realized how much he missed the other. Matthew chuckled as he hugged back.

"How are you Arthur? It's been such a long while, I missed you!" He said softly, looking down at the still much shorter brit. Arthur smiled at the question. How was he?

"Well, things have been a little hectic, but I'm feeling good. How are you doing?" He asked politely. Matthew nodded.

"Well, same pretty much. Redecorating a castle is hard work. Replacing all of the drab red curtains for vibrant purples is a lot of work, and finding the right glass worker to create a stain glass portrait is harder than I thought it'd be." Arthur shot his eyebrows up.

"Your redecorating a castle. What about the history there? Surely there are artifacts you shouldn't remove." Arthur was genuinely curious. He lead them to the back of the study, forgetting the two Alphas and keeping their conversation going.

"Why, yes, there is. I'm keeping almost everything; the portraits, the lights, the walls. I'm just changing the color theme is all, and most of the furniture. France could afford it." He said with a wave of his hand. "You should take note, considering you'll be redesigning a castle yourself sooner or later." Arthur gulped. Why would he be redesigning a castle? Unless...

"Alfred told you about...?" He trailed off, noting the amusement on Matthew's face.

"Yep! You'll love it in American. I really miss it there, it is so beautiful." The American said reminiscently. Arthur toiled with what the other had just said and shrugged, not too sure of that. Matthew noticed and frowned. "Arthur, I know it's not home to you yet, but it will be, just give it a chance."

"I am going to give it a chance, it's just the people there who won't give me a chance." He said matter of factly, leaning back against a bookcase. Matthew looked confused, but the brit elaborated. "According to your mother," Matthew groaned, knowing where it was going,"I'm a demon, a vixen, a fuck toy. My existence has already travelled around the castle, and she wants Alfred to dispose of me. I just know there will be conflict, I could just feel it." Matthew patted his shoulder.

"Well, buddy" he said softly. "My mother may be a stone cold monster to people she thinks of as threats" Arthur furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, but the other ignored it. "But she loves her kids more than anything. The moment she realizes how much Alfred loves you, she'll get over your ethnicity. Trust me." He gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, and Arthur appreciated the words of advice.

"Arthur, Mattie!" Alfred called from the other side of the study. "We need to talk."

~~~~Wounded Knight~~~~

"No" Arthur said as he got up from his chair. The brit walked towards the end of the study, but was stopped abruptly by a stiff hand. He turned to find that the hand belonged to the Frenchman, so he tugged his hand away. "Get off and get away from me! That's what you came all of this way for? To force me elope!?" The Frenchman growled and grabbed the brit by the wrists harshly.

"Be quiet and listen! Don't you love your mate?! Stop being a petite chienne dificille, and think." Alfred barked and rushed from behind the desk, but not before the king had grabbed the brit by the shoulder and shook violently. "IF YOU AND ALFRED GET MARRIED ALONGSIDE WITH US, NEITHER OF US WILL GET IN TROUBLE. IF MATTHEW AND I DO IT ALONE, THEIR MOTHER WILL THROW A FIT AND TRY TO ANNUL OUR MARRIAGE!" The brit struggled to push away, head spinning as the other shook him with his surprisingly strong arms. When he was eventually pried away by his mate, he was still dizzy, and he couldn't stop himself from wobbling.

"If you lay another hand on him, the least of your worries will be your marriage!" Alfred barked.

"Oh please, maybe your stupid omega thinks this is a bad idea, but you and I know this is the best for us. The people of France want this marriage, it's your crooked mother that has the issues. If we both go against her, she'll have no choice but to go along, seeing that you're the future king! The people will trust your judgment! Especially if trade relations will get better. And think about it, if your mother manages to annul Matthew and I's marriage, then she'll have no difficulty blocking yours from ever happening. She'll get away with murder before she'll let you marry that- that- that putain!"

Arthur didn't understand an ounce of French, but the venom in his voice gave him a pretty accurate assumption of what he was calling him. Matthew looked horrified with his mate, and Alfred looked mildly confused. He probably didn't understand an ounce of it either. Before the prince could respond, the other prince, Matthew, stepped in between them and slapped Francis hard across the cheek. "How dare you say such vile things about my brother's mate!? They said no mon amour, stop pressing. We only came to stop by and say hey, we only thought of this plan a day and a half ago. Nothing was riding on this." He turned to his older brother and pouted before hugging him apologetically.

"It's okay Mattie, it's fine." Alfred said softly, running his hands through his brother's hair. The other did the same, and the brit and Frenchman watched awkwardly as they pulled away from each other. The Americans turned to their mates with soft smiles, the older starting to speak. "Artie, maybe-"

"No, no, no, no, no. This an interesting plan, but your mother already hates me, and the moment she finds out we got married without her approval and the blessing of the court she'll never change her opinion of me! Or did you forget about that entirely?" Arthur huffed, raking his hand through his hair. The king scoffed.

"O s'il te plait! You hardly know the woman" groaned a French accent. "Why the hell does her opinion of you even matter!? She would never give her approval of your relationship, and the court will never give their blessings to the likes of you! Or did you forget entirely about that?" Arthur couldn't help how the heat travelled to his cheeks, how his blood was beginning to boil. Arthur hissed.

"Shut your bloody mouth, you frog!" He yelled with as much venom as possible. Alfred's eyes widened in shock, along with everyone else's, however, that didn't stop the furious brit. "You and Matthew may be detached from the problem, but I'm the one who has to go all the way to that bloody castle and live there for the rest of my life! I'm already unpopular among them, and doing this would just add another reason to their list! The Queen has more supporters than me, more influence than me, probably more skill than me, and I am fairly certain that she's already formulating a plan to get me out of the picture! Even without eloping, chances of my well being staying intact while at that bloody prison of a palace is already grim! If I agree to this ridiculous plan, you and Matthew might get out scratch free, but I'll be torn to shreds! The chances of my survival goes from slim to none! And yes I care about Matthew, and yes I love my mate but for you all to suggest that I lay my life on the line for a plan that might work, a plan the two of you thought up 2 days ago, is the stupidest, most inconsiderate thing I've ever heard!"

The group stood there in silence, soaking in what was just said. The Americans, both of them, began to hum contemplatively, and the French king looked annoyed. Probably has no come back. Arthur rolled his eyes, really done with this 'reunion'. He walked past the trio without saying a single word, heading straight for the door. He had just grabbed the knob when he heard his mate clear his throat.

"I'm sorry Arthur. I just can't seem to stop upsetting you." The prince groaned out annoyed, but judging by the way he was tugging at his own hair, he was annoyed at himself. "Come here. I'm sorry, I didn't think about it like that." He held his arms open and he waited patiently for the brit to come into his arms. The Englishman wasn't to dive into the other's chest, but there was something stopping him from doing so. Was the fact that he wasn't alone that was setting him off? Or was it just the company? Arthur discreetly looked around the room with narrow eyes. Francis and Matthew were still silent, watching the seen. The pair had an expectant look on their faces, the king actually having a little smirk. What does he think is going to happen? That'll he'll run into the prince's arms and suddenly he'll go along with anything?

Little Omega...

Ahh, that's right, because Arthur's an omega he must bend to the will of his mate, because surely he is too feeble and fickle to take a stand. It is expected of him to run into the hands of his 'protector', of his theoretical 'master'.

Well, not this time. Arthur shook his head slowly at the American and pulled the door open, stepping through without looking back, leaving the room.