"Alfred, I'm not going to bash your face in." England's voice said from behind me. I couldn't stop the yelp that came from me, even though I'm supposed to be the hero, I still get surprised at times. I pressed my journal close to my chest, looking at him through my wide eyes. He just knelt there on the bench near the tree I was crouched behind. I hope he didn't read anything… I really, really hope he didn't read anything.
"W-were you reading-?" I stammered out, my face felt like it was on fire, and the drumming in my chest just got louder and louder.
"Yes…" he said calmly closing his eyes. Please just look at me when you say you hate me, Arthur… "Alfred…" he stood up from the bench he was on, and knelt down beside me.
"Arthur, I'm sorry!" I said quickly. I can't look at him, I don't want to hear it, 'I hate you Alfred. Never speak to me again'. My chest felt so tight.
"Don't be." He stated. I looked at him. There was a small smile on his face…Huh? Shouldn't he bad mad? Shouldn't he hate me? He leant closer to me, our bodies almost touching, but it just wasn't close enough. "I have been thinking about you a lot lately…I feel like a wanker for not seeing it sooner." He gave a soft chuckle that sent chills up and down my spine. His gaze that was fixed on the horizon of the park had drifted to me. I felt so uncomfortable underneath those wise green eyes. Is he saying what I think he is saying?
"E-England, what are you saying?" I asked. God I sounded like Mattie, all quiet and timid. He chuckled again, giving me goose bumps.
"I'm saying that…you don't have to worry about your feeling not being returned." I stared at him. "I feel the same way, Alfred." His warm hand clasped itself over my hand. Yeah, my face was totally on fire by now. H-he loves me back?
"No…you hate me…" I mumbled, pulling my hand from his. He looked at me; hurt filling those green eyes for a second. His warm hands cupped my face, drawing it closer to his. "Y-you hate me…"
"No, Alfred. I don't." He whispered against my trembling lips. "I love you, you big oaf." He leant in and kissed me. My heart felt like it was about to explode from joy. He loves me back! I pressed my lips back to his, and when his tongue wandered out, I didn't deny it access. I parted my lips and let it rub against my own, sending jitter though out my body. He tasted of tea… and god, I loved it. Our tongues danced together, and then he softly bit down on my lower lip before drawing away. I couldn't let this stop, it was so addictive. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again, a soft moan crawling up my throat.
"Mm, Alfred~" he purred softly. His hands ran down my back, I shuddered at the ghosting touch. Our faces were still so close.
"Should we stop?" I asked timidly. I don't want to scare Arthur off too soon.
"Well, judging from the others coming out of the building, we missed the meeting. So… if you would like to join me back at my hotel room that would be fine…" he said, a light blush creeping up on to his cheeks. I craned my neck to see Russia, Germany, Italy, and Prussia standing at the doors of the building chatting.
"I would love to join you." I said and smiled. I was finally having my dreams come true, and he didn't even know it. England stood up and offered me a hand. I took it, allowing him to help me up. I helped him dust the dirt off of his suit. We turned back to the path and began to walk again. Then suddenly, Germany was running up to us.
"Britain, I wanted to apologize for throwing you out of the meeting. I just wanted you and France to stop bickering for bickering sake." He said to England. Okay, hi to you too Germany.
"It is fine, I understand, Germany. Business comes first." England replied. I just stood there awkwardly being ignored…hmmm damn, is this how Mattie feels all the time?
"If you would like, I can brief you on what you missed." Germany said. Oh hell no! We were going to go back to the hotel and…well, fuck. England looked at me with that 'Business is very important look' in his eyes. He was ditching me. Mother fucker; I just told you I love you, we kissed and you are going to go with Germany, instead of having sex with me. That's great logic right there, Arthur.
"Yes please, that would be great." He shot me a 'please forgive me' looks before he walked off with the German asshole. What the fuck!
"Fine," I muttered to myself as I turned around and walked off in the other direction. "I'll just go off too, England." I shoved my hands in the pockets of my bomber jacket, and I walked to the nearest bar. I kept my head bowed as I walked up to the bar, grabbing myself a stool. What the fuck and today looked like it was going to be so well. I ordered a beer.
Who the hell does he think he is? I mean England is hot as hell, but he is such an asshole at times! He ditched me…I guess I am a bit sour, but I can't stay mad at him for too long. He is the man I love… Oh, Arthur Kirkland, what do you do to me? You drive me wild with love, and yet I am so pissed at you right now.
"Hey! America!" Someone called. I turned to see the 'mighty' Prussia sitting at the other end of the bar. He smiled and waved at me.
"Hey." I said. He moved to the stool right next to me.
"You want to share a few drinks with the awesome me?" he asked downing the rest of his beer. Eh, why the hell not, I'm not doing anything else tonight.
"Sure, why not." He laughed that weird laugh of his. Heh, it kinda sounded cool.
We just kept downing drinks the rest of the night, making jokes, and having a good time. Who knew Prussia was so fun? It's very rare we get to see him at the meetings. By the time we left the bar it was like…1 in the morning and we really couldn't walk straight.
"Hehehe, dude, w-where are we going?" I slurred, hooking my arm around his shoulders, he did the same to me, and we supported each other as we staggered down the darkened city streets. He couldn't quiet his giggles, and I could help but laugh with him.
"W-why not to my place?" he purred while he nuzzled my neck, and pointing to the building we stopped in front of. Mm, his warm breath felt nice… God, the alcohol was swimming in my head. Prussia lead me into the building, then into the elevator. Before I could even decline the offer his mouth was on mine. He tasted of beer, and I'm sure I did too, but damn he was an amazing kisser. He pressed me into the wall of the elevator, attacking my mouth with fierce drunken kisses.
"P-Prussia…" I gasped out as he bit down on my neck. He growled in response and did it again. F-fuck it felt amazing.
"America, you taste so good~" He bit me again. I shuddered involuntarily at the pained pleasure. It felt so nice, but I couldn't fall into it.
"Prussia, s-stop." I gasped as his hands wandered up my shirt. This was so wrong, so very wrong. I love Arthur, I shouldn't be doing this, but oh! His sinful mouth was like heaven and hell at the same time as it slide across my chest.
"Why should I stop?" he purred, nipping my chest. Those little bites sent shocks straight to my groin. No, I can't let this happen, but it felt so good. "You seem to be enjoying it. Keseses" His hand snaked its way into my pants.
'Prussia, stop it! I can't." I pushed him away. He suddenly looked at me completely sober, even though I knew we both were not.
"I'm sorry America." He said, moving back a few steps. I buttoned up my shirt and fixed my clothes.
"I-It's fine, Gilbert. We're both a bit drunk…"I said, sliding Texas up my nose a bit and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it, it's like it never happened. Besides, it didn't go too far."
"Yeah, you're right." He said looking at me. "You're w-way too drunk to drive though…you can crash on my couch."
"Yeah thanks." I said as the doors of the elevator doors dinged open. We stumbled out of the elevator and to the door to his room, he fumbled with the keys a bit, and I couldn't help but laugh. Once he got the door open, after a few attempts, we stumbled in and I crash down onto the couch. He walked over to the door to his bedroom and stood there for a few minutes, his hand on the frame.
"Hey, Alfred?" He asked from the door way. His back was turned to me, and it was hard to see him in the shadows of the room. I looked in his direction, kicking my shoes off.
"Yeah?" I answered.
"There is someone else, right?" He asked. Even through the darkness of the room, I could tell something was off in his voice. It wasn't… brave, he sounded timid. That's very off for him. Something must be up.
"Yeah, Gil…t-there is." I answered, leaning my head on the arm of the chair, I laid back. It was a very comfortable couch.
"Good, I'm glad it wasn't just me." He said, shutting the door to the room. Wait what?
"Wait, what do you mean, Gil?" I asked, sitting up a bit. I could see the outline of his face in the crack of the door, and if I squint- he was smiling… a sad smile though. Hm…
"You have whoever you love, and I have mine." With that he shut the door. I wonder who could have stolen the mighty Prussia's heart…. Eh, that can wait until morning, my head kills. Sleep sounds awesome right about now. I took Texas off and set him on the table next to the couch, getting comfortable again, I let sleep find me.
