Never give England Alcolhol, 3

Me: Oh wow ._.; when did i last finished chapter two?? seriously it must have been about 2 to 3 weeks ago D: im sorry you guys i'm an bitch for making you all wait

Kanoko: =.=; hmm...

Me: o3o...but yeah...i've got my computer in my bedroom now so yay 8D and i can only go on the internet about an hour a day...or less -mumbles- so i save some stories to read XD then i end up not writing so i will try to do both, :3 thank you for reading my story

Kanoko: Stacey does not own Hetalia or its characters, and she does not get any money for doing this.

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"Here we old man!" Alfred laughed putting his ex-guardian on his king sized big, he grinned sleepishly at the man while putting his hands on his hips looking pleased with himself, when they had been walking down the streets, or rather Alfred walked down the streets with the drunken englishman other his shoulder, the man suddenly remembered that Arthur sometimes keep a share key under his door mat, after all Arthur was the king of loosing things though he would say he didn't loose things he just "misplaced" them.

Which was basicly the same thing in Alfred's eyes.

But that wasn't the point, the point was the Alfred didn't have to start fighting with the older nation just so he could get the key off him for the front door of his house, so when he found himself at England's house he went under the mat which was a dirty brown colour with "Welcome" across it, at first the american thought he would have problems bending over because Arthur was still riding on his back, but it wasn't to hard after all because he had put his arms around his neck with each of his legs sticking out at each side of his hips, Alfred could only smile when he found a small silver key from under the dirty mat and opened the door going inside and locked up behide him.

And of course here he was now, standing at the side of the bed watching has Arthur frowned at him his bushy eye brows moving down his forehead, they sometimes reminded Alfred of a guy for this werid anime Japan had once shown him...what was it called?...oh that's right Naruto, Something about Ninjas and fighting, Alfred thought it was pretty good, only not has good has his shows that is, and when this strange guy suddenly appeared in a green suit with werid hair, eyes and eye brows he couldn't help but fall about laughing.

"...Ya' Ameri'ns ar'e all the sam'e" Arthur mumbled his words in an akward way, but it could have been something to do with him hicupping every two seconds while speaking, Alfred blinked his mouth in the shape of an "o" then chuckled softly.

"Your hammered" He burst out laughing while Arthur stared blankly at him, his frown never leaving his face watching the stupid wanker laugh at him, the frown disapeared from his face as he growled gritting his teeth together "Oh Sod it" Arthur thought to himself pulling himself up from the bed and started walking to the door trying his best to walk like a gentleman should, but was failing either way so he gave up just after passing the window, Alfred hadn't noticed the british empire walking off until he saw said man with his hand on the door knob.

"Whao Whao Whao!" Alfred rushed over to the man who opened the door and was beginning to walk out, until Alfred stood in the way blocking the shorter man from passing, it was times like this that made him proud to be tall and so not fat.

"Bloody Hell, your such a big tosser" Arthur mumbled, pushing past his ex-colony so roughly that Alfred almost fell over, truth be told even though Arthur was shorter then him he could still be pretty strong when he wanted to be, When the American country got his balance back he turned to Arthur who was unsteady walking over to the stairs, this shocked the american thinking he would fall down them, which he most likely would he was that hammered, he ran over to his friend at this point hoping to stop him in time and of course be a hero.

"Hey Igg!--" He began until he slipped on his own two feet , Arthur turned around when he heard that annoying voice stop right in the middle of a sentance and suddenly felt a very very heavy weight on him pushing himself and Alfred down the stairs, Alfred hit his head again the wall twice yelping both times at the pain in his skull, not that he had any brain cells to kill, Arthur had wacked his head on one of the stairs making him groan out feeling even more dizzy then before, and then the two landed with a loud "thudding" noice, Alfred smacking the back of his head against the floor when the two landed in a very awkward position.

Alfred was layed with his legs open, Arthur's kneens touching his "crowned jewles" with his legs slightly apart from each other inbetween Alfred open legs, the american had his arms lay straight out while the british man's were at each side of his head mannanging to hold himself up from the fall so he didn't land flat on his face.

"Awww man.." Alfred groaned his eyes screwed shut in pain, then he slowly opened them to a pair of emarld green eyes staring at him , they were shining slightly which suprised America quite alot, he had never seen that look before even when he was drunk like this, he then saw the position they were in, if Arthur had been sober he would have got up straight away cursing at him for knocking him down the stairs, only he didn't look mad at all, not even a hint of anger, if anything he looked amused.

"You're a' stu'pid git" Arthur mumbled still drunk, though it seemed like he was turning back into his normal self, which wasn't likely, Arthur only had to look at a pint of whiskey to get pissed out of his mind, it would be a good few hours before he went sober again and he sure was going to pay for it in the morning.

"Erm...Sorry?" Alfred replyed lamely unsure what else to say, what was you suppose to say when someone was on top of you like this?!, he would be lieing if he said he didn't enjoy it, because he did, and that's part of the reason why he wanted Arthur to move off him before he did something he would regret and feel embarrased and ashamed about in the morning, but Arthur didn't seem to take the hint when he struggled under him, he just stared, until Alfred found himself lost in the green emarlds with his own sky blue ones, after what seem like a life time of staring Arthur moved his kneen abit touching Alfred's member making the younger nation gasp in suprise and shut his eyes tight while the drunk Arthur smiled.

"Florida?" He giggled abit his cheeks flushing red from both lust and the alcolol, Alfred's cheek turned the slightest bit pink, unlike Arthur who's face was as light as a chrismas tree, his eyes shining with...lust?!, Alfred's eyes widened suddenly, his mouth opening abit then felt warm lips press against his own and a tounge making it's way inside of the moist cave that was Alfred's mouth, he made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded like half a moan and half a groan, it wasn't awful but it wasn't that good either, Arthur taste to much of whiskey and because he had drank that much of it the taste was quite strong, Alfred blinked twice watching as Arthur's eyes started to slowly close slow and he followed soon afterwards kissing back shyly unsure what to do, after awhile the two find themselves having to pull away, both needing to breath from the lack of oxygen, when the sloppy kiss ended a trail of saliva connected their lips together.

"Hmm...You taste good.." Arthur licked his bottom lip the trail of spit disappearing from their lips, laying himself ontop of the younger man his hips touching Alfred's own making him sigh from the closeness and looked up at Arthur who smiled at him, he then kissed his nose, both of his cheeks and a placed a soft kiss on his lips before sitting up again making Alfred pout enjoying the warmth that suddenly left his body, then looked down to see the other blond try to pull his pants zipper down with his shaking hands, that's when Alfred sat up so fast that he almost knocked his head against Arthur's.

"Wait! w-we can't do this!" Alfred mentally cursed himself inside of his head for spluttering, Arthur looked up at him looking both suprised and confused tilting his head to the side which made him look really cute thought America wanting to slap himself after thinking that, not a good thing to think he was cute when he wanted to "do things".

"...Hm...Coz' you wanna top?" he asked, Alfred frowned at this, but he also wanted to laugh at the same time, he didn't acually care if he was on the bottom or top really, but if he did do this with Arthur he wanted him to be sober so at least he knew that they were doing it for the right reasons, and not because of lust, but before Alfred could even reply Arthur had pushed his full weight onto Alfred and kissed him hard on the mouth, it was alot more passionate then the last two kisses that the American found himself feeling light headed, and started to kiss back with just has much passion has Arthur was, his hands then slowly moved down to the other mans hips and placed them on each side pulling him closer, one part of his mind screaming to stop this before it went to far while the other told him to enjoy it, and so he desided to listen to the second voice in his head.

"His going to kill me for this in the morning" Alfred thought has the two of the pulled away from the kiss once again, Arthur only took a few breaths before attacking the taller males neck and started to bite and suck while Alfred moaned quitely enjoying the wonderful feeling.

It was going to be a long night...

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Me: MHAHAHAHAHA CLIFF HANGER BECAUSE I'M EVIL D lmao xD, ok~ please review and tell me if you want England to be the Seme or the Uke, i don't mind to much : o i like when his both :3 it's just harder to make America stay into character when his the uke XD

America: i should be the seme!

England/Me: Why?

America: BECAUSE I'M THE HERO

England: OH SHUT UP YOU BLOODY WANKER!!!!!!

Me: lmao

England: _ Don't you start...you tosser! ACT LIKE A BRITAIN FOR ONCE!

Me: ._.;