Arthur blushed and his stomach performed a small flip inside. He didn't want to admit it to America, but he also needed the other as well. A little too much, because as soon as the words left the King's mouth, Arthur latched himself onto the taller and began sucking at biting at his throat.

America growled at that as he pushed Arthur onto the bed. "Mine!"

Arthur laughed, winked at him, spread his legs a bit and smirked. "Prove it."

Deciding to go straight for his goal, America grabbed Arthur's hardening cock under his toga. "This is mine!" His hand went back and lightly rubbed Arthur's entrance. "This too."

Arthur's breath hitched and he moaned, rubbing back on America's hands. He wanted more, even after having done it once. He needed it. "S-still not convinced..."

The taller smiled at the sight. Ripping off the toga, he bent his head down and sucked on Arthur's nipples.

The former Queen sighed, trying to form words but unable to at the intense pleasure he felt. "Y-you are quite good with your m...mouth..."

America smirked. "There are advantages to stuffing your face."

"Whot do y- oh..." Arthur blushed, and smiled. "Show me, then."

His smirk widening, America got on his stomach and wiggled closer. He never moved his blue eyes from the green orbs above him as he took in Arthur's head but no further. His tongue was quick to lick the head. The smooth muscle was light in pressure then very heavy and back again.

Arthur's eyes screwed shut, and he gave a whine in impatience. "Hurry up, git...bloody hot down there..."

Arthur was surprised when Alfred deep throated him instantly. He screamed and gasped for air, hands clawing into and pulling the King's gold hair. It was complete heavenly, completely perfect, too much pleasure yet not enough! He leaned back, hips thrusting forward as he let loose another cry at the tongue that started to massage him.

The younger grinned at the sounds. He pondered what to do next for a minute before relaxing his throat. America let Arthur's hips go so the other could fuck his mouth. He moaned as he felt Arthur hit the back of his throat.

As soon as Arthur felt the hands leave the insides of his thighs, he thrust up and moaned loudly at the suction he received. "A-America...Ameri-aahhh~!" With another cry, he pushed America's head down further, all the while his hips moving sporadically.

America let Arthur do as he wished. The other wasn't hurting him and the sound's the Queen made only made his blood boil with lust.

Arthur was right on the edge. He could feel his end just out of reach, and he started to thrust sporadically. "A-America...ahhh, I'm so close!" He panted, leaning back and clawing at the bedding and at the King's hair.

America quickly withdrew his head. "Not yet." America kissed him hard.

Arthur didn't expect the rough kiss and gave a mix of a grunt and a whine in surprise, but went along with it and kissed back just as hard as him. He hated the fact that his release had been prevented, but he knew where they were going and he wasn't resisting.

The taller got out the slick and coated his fingers. "Ready?"

Arthur nodded vigorously. "Yes, oh gods yes, please!"

America pushed two fingers in. Arthur was tight but still loose from last time. He might have been able to take three at once. Slipping another digit in, America tried to find Arthur's prostate.

The Queen tensed and inhaled a breath sharply. That was too much for him. Two, maybe not, but three? Definitely pasting his limits. "America," he flinched, leaning his head back and groaning. "S-s-stop...i-it hurts!"

America immediately pulled away. "Are you ok?"

"Y-yes, just...," he shut his eyes to control his rapid breathing for a second or two. "Three was a bit too much for me."

America cuddled the other. "I am sorry." He didn't mean to hurt the other. "We can stop if you want."

Arthur, with a sigh in serenity from America, wanted to continue despite the fear that had overwhelmed him. He had finally found someone that was able to give him what he pleased. Who knew when he would do it next? Alfred certainly didn't seem like he would be performing sexual acts with him.

"No," he shook his head, "I don't know when the next time will be when I finally get to do this again." He gazed at the King of the Black Chess Kingdom. "I need this...even if it's my last; I just want the same pleasure as last night."

America nodded. He didn't like how he was feeling. He felt as if he was using Arthur, which technically he was. "Ok." He moved over Arthur again. The King pushed one finger in. He didn't want to hurt the smaller again but America wanted this just as badly.

Arthur sighed, chuckling when he realized America was being gentle with him. He appreciated the kindness; he wondered what he would do without him once he was "returned" to Alfred.

"You don't have to go too slow, America. I'm not made of glass."

America looked at him, "If you're sure." He added another finger and in time, another. He was carefully watching for any signs of discomfort.

Arthur sighed, his arms wrapping around America's neck. He inhaled in his scent, pressing a kiss just beneath his ear. "F-faster...please..."

America took his fingers out. He added extra slick to his cock before positioning himself. "Ready?

The former Queen nodded, and moaned when America slid himself inside of him. "A-America…"

Said person groaned. Arthur was so hot and tight inside; it made thinking for America quite difficult. "Oh, Arthur."

Arthur tried to control his breathing. There was a slight sting inside of him, but he was aching from pleasure. "Oh, gods...please, oh gods, move, please!" He thrust his lower lips, giving a gasp when it just missed banging into that special spot inside of him.

America grinned. Putting his hands on Arthur's hips, he pulled out and rammed back in. He shifted his hips to hit the Queen's prostate. "Of course, my Queen." He started a level pace. It slowly got faster as time went by.

Arthur nearly lost it when his prostate was rammed into, this time spot on and causing him to scream in ecstasy. Trying to keep down a blush from the comment of being his Queen, he tried to match America's thrusts but failed, instead letting his body relax and the skilled tongue and teeth of the King to glide over his neck suck, lick, and nibble everywhere.

America was filled with pleasure. He loved this! All of it. Now if only England would submit to him like this. His blue eyes darkened even further at the thought. England under him, making those noises. The older would tell him to use all of his strength and ohhhh how delicious it would be.

America's irises changing color didn't go unnoticed. Arthur bet he was thinking of England, wishing his own Queen could submit to him this well. Arthur felt bad, but not too much; he extremely pitied the King for thinking that, but he himself was daydreaming about Alfred. He bet his own King would obey his every command, but still tease the older until he was begging and desperate, making small gasps when he was touched right.

Arthur didn't realize it until a particularly hard thrust sent him back to the real world, and he moaned when he discovered he was extremely hot, specifically, his erection.

America looked down at Arthur. He didn't think the smaller realized that he had just screamed Alfred's name. It didn't hurt him or anything so America kept going. "Oh, gods! England! You look so sexy like this."

Arthur caught the mention, deciding not to comment on the fact that he had said England. But, then again, he might have said Alfred on accident, and he wasn't judging him for saying it. A particularly rough thrust had him nearly arching and clawing into the King's hair.

"A-ah! Please..." He pulled on America's hips and thrust him in deeper.

America nodded and gave Arthur everything the smaller wanted. America had harsh yet steady thrusts, a warm mouth teasing his nipples, and one hand playing with Arthur's cock. The King wanted Arthur to floating in pleasure.

Arthur writhed, moaning and begging for more. He was so close, so tantalizingly close to the pleasure! Everything was overwhelming, his fists curled into his hair, he created a perfect arch with his straining body, and he shoved himself down unevenly. Right there, just right there, why did it seem so far away?!

Suddenly America shifted his hips ever so slightly. The King grinned as he found Arthur's prostate again as he lost it a while ago. America started to mercilessly abuse the gland.

Arthur reached as loud as he could yell with the last few thrusts, gripping onto America roughly when he finally reached a bliss-filled completion.

America growled at the sudden tightness. He came later with a moan of, "England!"

Arthur didn't comment on the other Queen's name that had been blurted out; his mind was on Alfred, with his golden eyes and beautiful smile and harsh personality and rude comment that night. He realized, with a disappointing crash of reality, that he didn't know when he would see America that soon he would be with Alfred again. He regretted seeing him again, but at the same time, he was a bit excited.

America sighed in happiness. He had been horny since this morning and held back until now. He was sad about tomorrow. It was his birthday and the smaller would have to leave. Arthur would go but England would be back in his life. It was both a blessing and a curse.

"That sounded relieved," Arthur commented, smiling at the other in peace. "Whot are you thinking?"

America opened one eye. "Do you really want to know?"

Arthur stopped himself for a second. One side of him was desperate to know, just curious. But the other was reluctant. What if it was something bad? Or, most likely, about his departure? He was sure both of them did not want to hear about it, and the fact that they would soon be leaving the other behind was dragging him down. But he would try and stay positive and endure the torture. "Yes...I'm just curious, so if you don't want to..."

America sighed. "I was thinking about how I am going to miss you. I don't want you to go but I want my own Queen. England means a lot to me. I am thinking on how I can win his heart. Even just his body if I could."

Arthur scoffed. "You're not alone," he sighed. "I still have to find a way to get Alfred. But, if you say the two of us are alike, then if you were to use the same tactics on him that you used on me, and tried to keep up with his interests, I don't think you'll have much of a problem. Especially with looks like yours."

America smiled at that. "I could say the same to you. The only thing I could also say is that you need to open up more. You are always trying to be prefect. There is nothing wrong with showing a little humanity."

Arthur smiled back at him and nodded. "I'll definitely take your advice if you take mine."

The King nodded. "I promise."

"Thank you." With a grin, Arthur pecked his cheek sweetly. "I'm really going to miss you, America."

The taller laughed "I will miss you...and your sexy ass."

Arthur blushed and stammered, and shoved the taller. "Don't be so lewd! And it's not anything towards fabulous!"

America smirked. "You're wrong for once Queenie. It's very sexy."

Arthur opened his mouth to protest, but stopped and smirked. "You're mistaken, dear." He reached over and squeezed the chess King's bottom. "It's your arse that's very sexy."

America smirked wider. "Of course. I am sexy!" He cuddled the other. After a while he spoke. "Do you want to hear a story?"

Arthur, slightly startled by the change in subject, smiled and cuddled into him. "Why not? Sounds fine. Whot's it about?"

"My homeland," America cleared his throat. "Long ago, when the Suits Kingdom was just one empire, they sent ten explorers from each county to explore the lands across the sea. Their ship made it but all communications with their homeland was lost. Eventually those explorers turned into the Chess Kingdom. The populated the lands and with time split into two. However we never forgot our past. In honor of the explorers, we name our royalty after the counties our ancestors came from. I took the name America because I loved what it stood for."

Arthur's smile was softer now, eyes sliding close gradually. "Whot else is there?"

"Nothing really."

Arthur nodded, sighing when a few of his memories resurfaced. "I wish I could tell you my story...but I'm so sorry..." His eyes closed shut in exhaustion, and he welcomed sleep nicely.

America chuckled. "Good night." The King curled around the Queen and fell asleep.

Arthur was expecting to find himself in a strange dream that night. But he was shocked when he realized who he was with, and where he was.

For one, he was completely naked and sitting in a warm hot spring, one similar to the one owned by the Queen of Hearts. His look alike, England, was sitting in the springs as well, this time a few feet away from him. The Queen of the Black Chess Kingdom was talking to someone who looked exactly like Yao but in different attire. Arthur watched quietly, eyes mostly on the other Queen, who snapped at the Yao replica and angrily sent him away.

England ran his hands through his hair sighing in aggravation. "I can't believe this," he murmured, leaning back against the wall behind him and closing his eyes. Arthur only watched him, and made no movements towards him. "America, god dammit...I shouldn't miss you as much as I do, but...I can't help it but ache without you by my side...even though you never seem to care for me..."

Arthur's eyebrows furrowed. How did America act around England? Was he rude and disrespectful? Or was he liked...Alfred, even? No, he couldn't be. He treated Arthur like a Queen. It could not be that.

Or...maybe America did not know whether England was trying to seduce him or not.

Arthur only received a look of England sadly looking into the water and giving a small grunt, hands in the water as he murmured America's name, before the former Queen of Spades woke up.

America was still asleep. Said person had stolen all the covers and curled up to one side of the bed. He was snoring loudly, which was only interrupted by the occasional shiver. His hair was everywhere as both of the cats lay at the top of the pillows near his head. Their purring could be heard though out the room.

Arthur shivered, remembering that America had fallen asleep closer to him, and tried to tug the covers off of some of America's body. "America...America, give me some of the covers, I'm cold."

The King didn't stir. In fact, the younger held onto the sheets even tighter.

Arthur frowned, and positioned himself so that he could have a better grip on it, and he pulled again. What happened was a reminder that not only was America bigger than Arthur was but also taller and heavier. Rolling more, the King cocooned himself with the blankets now very warm. He stopped shivering and his snoring went down a bit.

"America, give me the blankets." He raised his voice a bit, now trying to squeeze between America's arms to get some of the duvet.

Very slowly, America gave up the bedding inch by inch.

Arthur scrambled hastily, squirming under the blanket and into America's arms, trying to pull some more and succeeding slightly. He sighed at the warmth that engulfed him once again. The felines were not happy with the moving. They hissed at Arthur before closing their eyes again. Soon enough the rocking of the ship put everyone back into a deeper sleep.

When Arthur woke up the next morning, the two cats and he only occupied the bed. He sat up after his mind was less foggy, and looked around in curiosity. Where was America? Looking around the room, Arthur saw that the other blond was nowhere in sight. For the corner of his eye, the Queen noticed that Freedom was no longer in her perch. Maybe America had to send a letter. Maybe to Alfred!

Arthur picked up Illumi, who happily let himself be snuggled by his owner, and the former Queen pecked the top of his head. He hoped that America hadn't gone to greet Alfred.

Then a knock came from the door. "Queen Arthur? May I come in?"

Arthur looked at the door in suspicion, but answered; "Yes, you may."

In crept Lithuania, the servant that took his test away. "I am instructed to help you prepare, my Queen."

Arthur recognized the servant, as well as noting how much he looked like Toris back in the Kingdom of Spades, furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Whot do you mean prepare?"

"The King says that I am to prepare you for this afternoon."

"But, for wh-" He bowed his head, closing his eyes and sighing. Of course. He had almost forgotten that this afternoon he would be back with Alfred. "Of course..."

Lithuania quickly got out a gown from the chest in front of the bed. It was fancy clothing with a mixture of green and gold. The servant quickly dressed the royal. When Lithuania was fished, he stepped back.

"You look wonderful, my Queen."

Arthur lifted up the gown as if it was poison. He hated it. He didn't want to dress like this anymore. He didn't want to leave America. He was still convinced that Alfred would always hate him, would never accept him for anything that he did. That was why he ran away. Moreover, he'd rather live with America, so kind and so sweet but already in love with his own Queen.

"...I don't want to go," the Queen of Spades whispered to the servant.

Lithuania looked at him with pity. "I am sorry but you must go."

Arthur shut his eyes to block out the image of his final time here. "I know I must...but that doesn't mean I'm okay with it." He looked back at Lithuania with sadness. "Where are they?"

The servant had on a small sad smile. "America is waiting for you on the deck and Alfred is awaiting you on the shore."

Arthur held back a sob, and nodded. He didn't want to go to Alfred. He didn't want to be hated again. If it were his choice, he'd live with America for as long as he wanted.

"Take me to America please..."

Lithuania nodded. He led the Queen to the upper deck. Then left him with the only other person on the deck. America was standing over a map.

Arthur was silent when he caught sight of America, allowing Illumi, who had followed him and Lithuania to the upper deck, to run out of his sight and most likely to find Patches. The taller seemed to be in deep concentration, his head moving back and forth, as he scanned the map and mumbled something incoherent. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a few land formations and what seemed to be a dock. Nevertheless, his focus was on the King in front of him, and only him. Forgetting dignity and the fact that he could most likely be seen by anyone, he ran from his spot to America and embraced him tightly.

America was so surprised; he pushed Arthur to the floor. "Who ar-" The King realized who it was. "Arthur! I am sorry! I didn't think it was you!" He hurriedly picked the other up.

Arthur ignored his aching side, and as soon as he was back on his feet, he embraced the other tightly and silently.

America hugged him back. "I know you don't want to but you must go."

"I don't want to be hurt again," he murmured into America's shoulder. "I still love him so much but I can't forget what I said when I ran away from him." Arthur had the largest fear that he would be betrayed like last time. He wanted to restrict Alfred from doing anything with those slutty maids, but at the same time, he wanted Alfred to have his freedoms and not be angry with him like Alfred was before.

America sighed. He didn't want Arthur to go either but orders were orders. "I know, I know. Just remember what we talked about! And I have a present for you."

Arthur looked up from hiding his face, but refused to let go of the kind King. "A present, but it's your birthday!" Seeing the King was serious he said, "Whot is it?"

The Chess King smiled. This was turning out to be an interesting birthday. "You have to earn it. One, heal yourself again. Two, let go."

Arthur blinked in confusion, but held out a hand and washed himself with the magic he held inside of him. The blue light consumed his body, washing over him with a tingling feeling left behind before he took a step away from America, arms by his side.

America whistled and Freedom came down. "She is yours to message me. Write to me any time."

Arthur's eyes widened at the beautiful bird that landed on his outstretched arm. "N-no, I can't take her! She's yours, America!"

"Of course she is mine! I am giving it to you so you can message me!"

The Queen reached out and pet the bird gently. She nuzzled against him, and he smiled. "Thank you, America."

America nodded. His blue eyes looked to the docks. "The side boat is ready. We must leave soon."

Arthur looked away. "Yes...I suppose." He called for Illumi, who trotted to him. "I'm really going to miss you, America..."

"Me too," America responded. His heart clenched as he led Arthur to the boat that would take him to shore. Once Arthur settled down, America kissed him on the cheek and climbed back up to the deck. "Goodbye Arthur," he called.

Arthur smiled up, tears filling his eyes. "Goodbye America." He pulled Illumi close to him and looked away from the shore, trying so hard to fight the sadness inside of him. "Happy birthday…"

Lithuania nodded to America and started to row the boat to the dock. America waved as the boat went out of sight.

Arthur smiled and waved back, hiccupping as a tear strolled down his cheek. He hoped that whatever was about to happen, Alfred wouldn't harm him in any way.

CC101: Another chapter done! So there is a prize for my 50th reviewer! They will win one one-shot chapter for any pairing, any rating, and any prompt!