Hey guys glad that this story has met with a positive feedback so far. Please note that the rating will go up to M in this chapter for a light lime (oral) scene so if it sickens you don't read it. You'll be able to tell when it starts.
Also note that in this story the sex acts that will occur are as follows oral, anal, and maybe rimming. I will put warnings up in the author's note so you all are aware what is going to happen and if you don't wish to read it you can avoid it.
Thank you so much for those of you that have reviewed and subscribed to the story I would love it if you kept reading and reviewed some more. Also I have a slight issue with America being the complete dummy that they portray in the anime because I have a hard time believing that anyone can be that shallow…So if he seems out of character I apologize profusely and if it bothers you so much then don't read this story, because I plan to insert moments into this story where America has a more serious/mature side to him. Don't worry good ol' lovable Alfred will still be present just not all the time. I do not own Hetalia Axis Powers
He thinks that I don't notice, that it doesn't affect me, but man if only he knew… Alfred F. Jones sat in his hotel room with his shoes propped up on the hotel coffee table. He was in a rare contemplative mood. These sorts of moods didn't happen to him often, only when he noticed that something in his world wasn't what it should be. When something occurred in Alfred's life that didn't quite fit with the normal patterns, then everything that bothered him bubbled to the forefront of his mind. Alfred lived for science and patterns. His mind took in the situations around it and immediately noticed patterns, so when something went wrong and the pattern was interrupted Alfred's scientific mind had to stop and try and figure out the puzzle. Once he figured it out then depending on the nature of the solution America would come out and solve the problem.
Normally Alfred could easily put on the face of America and make the other countries not take him too seriously. The public face was a useful tool America used to protect himself. He was America the Hero after all, and Alfred F. Jones was his secret identity. All superhero's had to protect their secret identities, it was necessary for the hero to be super awesome and successful. The only countries who had ever known him as both Alfred and America were Canada, Lithuania (for a brief time), and of course Britain. Besides Canada, Britain had known him as Alfred for the longest time. During Alfred's days as a colony Arthur stepped in to raise him and essentially become the most important being in the world to the budding nation. Naturally as he grew Alfred's affections for the Brit began to change, while Arthur's feelings towards Alfred remained the same. That was when Alfred realized that Arthur still saw him as a kid and his first pattern interruption occurred. Alfred realized that he had to get out from under Arthur's control and be his own entity, and thus the Revolutionary war. He didn't see Arthur for some time after that, not until the War of 1812 to be precise. Arthur burned his capital to the ground and left a gaping wound in Alfred heart. Alfred touched the healed burn scar over his heart and frowned. Arthur just started acting colder and colder towards Alfred and each time the Brit did something new to distance himself from the American, Alfred pitched head first into morose contemplation. Alfred still remembered clearly the first time that Arthur had called him America instead of Alfred. On that day he felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest and ground into the dirt. Despite his mangled heart Arthur calling him solely as America became part of the pattern and however much Alfred wished that wasn't the case the act stuck. Alfred hoped that with the formation of the Special Relationship after WWII Arthur would stop acting so coldly towards him but the pattern didn't change. Alfred gave into his growing despair and hung his face in his hands. And today, the pattern shifted again Alfred thought sadly. Now it seems like I'm not even worth associating with. Ever since the Revolution Arthur always had a snappy comeback for anything Alfred said to him, a nasty look. He had an opposition to every idea the American had and always voiced his opinion clear as day. But now he didn't fight back like he used to or should have…how on earth can I fix this? Alfred contemplated. The main goal of course was to have Arthur fall madly in love with him and finally see Alfred at the level that he yearned to be seen at. But how to go about doing that…Maybe the first step is getting him to stop seeing me as a high strung brat and more like a man. The light bulb went off in Alfred's head and a huge grin curled onto his lips. His plan was full proof. He was guarantees success. The Hero always got the girl in the end no matter what. America nestled back into the couch cushions and kicked his dress shoes off. He picked up the hotel phone and dialed room service. His epic plan deserved a celebratory hamburger and soda.
After the meeting ended and America disappeared, Arthur walked quickly towards his house in order to avoid the other nations. He didn't feel up to being civil with any of them let alone courteous. However Arthur's wish for solitude wasn't granted. Francis called out to him in his loud obnoxious voice.
"Oh, mon petite lapin, where are you going?" Francis said. Arthur shuddered Oh all people it just had to be that bloody frog he thought irritably.
"Ah Francis, sorry old chap but I'm a little busy at the moment, so if you'll excuse me…"Arthur was cut off by the Frenchman throwing an arm over his shoulders and pulling him into his side. The Brit grunted softly.
"Non, zat simply will not do, I must take zis time to catch up with mon ami, after all we haven't seen eachozer in so long no?" Francis smirked down at the Englishman. Arthur glared up at Francis.
"Listen you bloody Frog I don't want to catch up! I just want to go home!" Arthur snapped. Francis chuckled in the perverse way that made the hairs on the back if Arthur's neck stand strait up.
"Oh but Arthur, I just want to take you out for a drink," Francis said. Arthur glared even harder at the Frenchman, "my treat," Francis added quickly. There was a pause between the two of them as Arthur considered the other man's offer.
"Entirely your treat?" the Englishman asked skeptically. Francis smirked victoriously; he knew at that point he had won.
"Oui mon cher, I shall pay for everything," Francis said. There was another pause and then Arthur stopped glaring at the other man.
"Fine, I guess…besides getting smashed is just what I need," Arthur added under his breath. He missed the leer that Francis shot in his direction as Arthur strode down the sidewalk towards his favorite pub. "Are you going to keep me waiting Frog?" Arthur barked irritably over his shoulder.
"Non, never mon cher," Francis said grinning lecherously at the shorter man's back.
A few hours later the two sat at the bar. Francis sat strait in his stool smirking at the completely drunk Englishman. Arthur lay draped over the counter loosely holding his glass of rum in his hand. His green eyes were glazed over and his speech was slurred.
"Bloody sodding brat, e is," Arthur muttered under his breath. "Rising up like that from nowhere." Francis wasn't listening to the drunken ramblings of his friend instead he was plotting on how to get the Englishman to ask him to come home with him.
"Arthur," Francis purred, "Perhaps you've had enough no?" Arthur slowly turned and glared at his drinking partner.
"I'll stop when I'm good and ready you damn frog. I'm the United bloody Kingdom and I can hold my liquor just fine thank you," Arthur slurred. Francis rolled his eyes but changed his tactics.
"Zat's not what I meant at all mon cher, but surely you have better liquor at your place?" Francis prodded. Arthur didn't answer him for a while.
"Of course I do, come on let's go. It's better than this swill anyway." Arthur proclaimed staggering to his feet. He stumbled and almost fell on his face. Francis caught him and pulled the Brit in close to his own body. The Frenchman slapped some money down onto the bar and marched his inebriated companion out of the bar and towards his flat. "Let go of me you bloody idiot, I can walk just fine on my own!" Arthur protested. Francis ignored him and instead pulled the other man in tighter.
"Oh certainly L'Agleterre, but then who would keep me warm? It is quite chilly tonight no?" Francis flirted squeezing the Brit's waist lightly. Arthur flushed.
"Damn Frenchie," Arthur grumbled halfheartedly wrapping his own arm around Francis. Francis smirked triumphantly. Maybe a good shag will shake me out of this mood I've been caught in Arthur thought drunkenly.
The pair reached Arthur's building and they managed to stumble up the stairs and to his front door. Arthur fumbled for his keys and moved to open the front door. Francis seized the opportunity and plastered himself to the smaller man's back. He reached down and ran both hands up the insides of Arthur's thighs.
"Come on mon petite lapin, hurry up. I want you so badly," Francis whispered boldly into the other man's ear. Arthur shuddered and almost dropped his keys. Francis moved his hands and started to gently stroke along the top of the Brit's trousers. Arthur bit back a moan and finally got the door open. The pair practically fell inside. Francis shut the door and locked it before turning around and gazing at the Englishman. The color was high in Arthur's cheek a mixture of alcohol and arousal. Francis smirked and advanced slowly on the smaller man. Arthur kept craning his neck back as the Frenchman got closer and closer. Once they were chest to chest Francis leaned down by the Brit's ear and breathed on it softly. Arthur shuddered against him and brought his hands up to wraparound Francis' waist for support.
"Comment scandaluese Angleterre. Vous voulez plus non?" Francis purred into the other man's ear. He ran his tongue around the rim of Arthur's ear and then took the lobe in between his teeth and bit gently. Arthur moaned and squirmed against Francis. Francis trailed kisses down Arthur's jaw and ended at the other man's mouth where he pressed an insistent kiss on the Brit's lips. Arthur let the other man in instantly and started a duel between their tongues. Francis trailed his hands down the other man's sides and swiftly pulled the hem of Arthur's dress shirt out of his pants. Arthur shrugged out of his jacket and Francis reached up under the hem of Arthur's shirt and trailed his hands over the small of Arthur's back. They pulled away from the other's lips for air but Francis was back at Arthur's body almost instantly. He trailed biting kisses down the others throat and back up until he found the other's pulse point. Francis smirked and started sucking on that patch of skin. Arthur mewled in pleasure. Francis moved one of his hands up to Arthur's neck and started to unbutton his shirt. Arthur yelped as Francis bit down on his pulse. Francis maneuvered the pair of them towards Arthur's bedroom sucking and biting on the Brit's neck and jaw the entire way. Arthur panted heavily; his eyes glazed over from pleasure and alcohol, and allowed himself to be steered by the aggressive Frenchman.
The pair reached the bedroom and Arthur found himself with the back of his knees pressed against the mattress. His shirt was completely unbuttoned and hanging off his shoulders. Francis pushed Arthur down onto the bed and leered down at the submissive Englishman. Arthur shrugged out of his shirt and threw it to the floor. Francis knelt up on the bed over the other man and kissed him hungrily on the mouth. The Frenchman trailed a hand down Arthur's torso and stopped just above the other man's trousers. Arthur reached up and fumbled with the other man's buttons. He managed to get them undone as the Frenchman stroked teasingly just above his erection. Arthur broke out of the kiss with a moan as the other man palmed him through his trousers. His eyes squeezed shut with pleasure.
Francis smirked and trailed his tongue down the other's body stopping at the peaked nipples of the Brit. He pulled one into his mouth and teased it with his tongue and sucking harshly. Arthur moaned again and Francis relished every sound he pulled out of the Englishman's lips. He reached up his other hand and teased the neglected nipple. Francis smirked against Arthur's chest and bit down harshly on the Brit's nipple. Arthur moaned loudly and arched into the Frenchman's touch. Francis detached himself from the Brit and trailed his lips down the other's body stopping over the button on Arthur's pants. Francis glanced up at the other's face and snickered softly. Arthur's lips were slightly parted as he panted softly and his eyes were shut tightly. His hands clutched at the bedding beneath him in an attempt to anchor himself against the pleasure. France smirked and returned his attention to Arthur's pants. He pulled at the button with his teeth and managed to get the other's pants undone and the zipper pulled down with his teeth. Arthur moaned. Francis pulled the other's trousers down revealing tented boxers. The Frenchman gazed lustily at the erection in front of him and leaned down towards it. Francis mouthed Arthur's member through his boxers. The Brit groaned loudly and bucked up towards the Frenchman's mouth, his eyes still screwed tightly shut.
Francis chuckled softly and held the Englishman's hips down.
"So impatient mon cher," Francis said huskily stripping the underwear off of Arthur's body. Francis leaned down and teased the head of Arthur's erection with his tongue. Arthur muffled a moan by biting down on his lips. Francis chuckled, blowing air onto Arthur's member causing the Brit to moan louder. The Frenchman drew the head of Arthur's penis into his mouth and sucked hungrily. He moved his head down and drew his tongue along the vein in the underside of the erection. Francis expertly deep throated the Brit and hummed around the other man's penis. The sounds poured from Arthur's mouth as he tried desperately to buck his hips up into the Frenchman's mouth. Francis drew his head up and down the other man's erection and sucked expertly. A strangled moan found its way out of the Brit's lips and he tensed up. Francis felt the other's movement and knew the other man was close to cumming. Francis lightened up his movements and licked teasingly at the head.
"P-please!" Arthur begged tangling his hand in the other's hair and pushing down. Francis grinned and suddenly deep throated the other and sucked hard. Arthur came explosively in the other's mouth. "A-Alfred," he moaned out falling lax onto the bed. Francis froze and then immediately rose up over the other man. A stray splatter of cum decorated the side of his face. Francis' eyes blazed as he glared angrily down at the other man.
"Qu'est-ce?" Francis squawked indignantly. "De quel nom avez-vous m'appler?" But it didn't matter because Arthur lay passed out on the bed.
Don't kill me for leaving you all with a cliffy. I will update soon tho.
Translations in order of appearance.
How scandalous England. You want more no?
What?
What name did you call me?
If these are incorrect please let me know and I will fix them immediately. I don't speak French so I got these off of the google translator.