I can't believe this has twelve reviews already. Thank you so much, all of you, even if I haven't replied to you yet.

I should be updating on the weekends, this seemed to work out fine.

Axis Powers Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya

Alfred's apartment was the epitome of "bachelor pad". Soda cans collected haphazardly on many of the surfaces around the living room area. A dirty sweatshirt hung lifelessly over the back of the couch that faced a big black television set, layered with dust. A pillow or two laid on the couch, suggesting that sometimes the man was too lazy to even get up off the couch and go to bed. Arthur wouldn't have been surprised if there was an empty pizza box floating around somewhere, maybe in the kitchen. He could bet a lot of money that he badly needed to wash the dishes piling up in the sink. Scrub the pan from last weekend's pancakes.

Now, Arthur would have cared had he not been seated comfortably in aforementioned man's arms, knees on either side of his waist and hands eagerly tangling into thick golden hair. He really would have. But he couldn't think straight. Not when he knew that he was currently being carried off to a very eligible's Alpha's bedroom, not when he was engaged in the roughest kiss he'd ever had, not when he was so aroused that he couldn't think of anything else but having that gorgeous cock (Arthur assumed it was, anyway) sinking inside him, being wonderfully filled. During heat, the feeling of being filled was almost a constant need; that was why he was the not-so-proud owner of a variety of different kinds of toys. However, this would be the first time with the real thing. Arthur only expected it to be better. After all, his body was hard-wired for this sort of thing, as weird as that sounded. And that gross slick stuff that wouldn't stop coming out until his heat ended? That would help, right? Too bad he'd only started his heat that day and nothing was really happening yet. He'd heard somewhere that the mere smell of it drove an Alpha insane. Which Arthur would never understand- to him, it was a nuisance. He wondered if Alfred would treat it like gold too, touch it, use it?

"Hnn..." Arthur complained when their lips had parted. He hadn't realized he'd close his eyes, and upon opening them he was met with what had to be Alfred's bedroom. Like the rest of the apartment, it could use a bit of tidying, but it was definitely useable and not full of soda cans and pizza boxes.

The Omega's eyes shot open again as he was put down on the smooth duvet covering the queen bed. Not a second later had the other over him, trapping him between the mattress and his thick body. "Fuckin' hell, waiting... waiting was torture..." Alfred whispered into the Omega's neck, kissing him there.

"You're not th-the only one who wants sex, Alfred," Arthur replied breathlessly, inhaling the other's scent. "And I-I'm not the only... the only one who smells amazing. Fuck me..."

Confidence fueled by Arthur's drunken words, Alfred pressed into him and wedged a hand down between them, pushing his legs apart. "Y'don't have to ask me twice..." he murmured, rocking his hips hungrily against the other's. Alfred pushed his shirt up and unbuttoned Arthur's jeans, slipping a hand beneath them. A gasp sounded from above and Alfred continued on, palming the sensitive organ in his hand through very damp boxers. That couldn't be just from being horny. "Just starting heat, huh? There's so much slick down here..."

Arthur looked away as a small moan escaped his throat, very adverse to talking about that disgusting stuff. "Well, I dunno why, it- hnn!- d-doesn't normally start this early on..."

At this point Alfred didn't know whether his drunken state had been produced by the alcohol he'd consumed or the Omega's wild pheromones. He did know that he wanted more of them, he wanted to smell them everywhere he turned and every time he took a breath. "I'm not complainin'..." The Alpha pulled off the other's shoes and removed his pants and underwear, leaving him only in a disheveled shirt and argyle socks, which Alfred thought was the cutest thing. He wore argyle socks. "I like your socks, Art..."

"Sh-Shut up... and don't call me-"

"Yeah, yeah." Alfred rolled his eyes sat back, pushing Arthur's knees apart again and lowering himself to the comforter. The scent was much stronger down here. Alfred moaned and his eyes rolled back, imagining what the Omega tasted like. He could see slick leaking out all over the other's inner thighs and swiped his tongue across it. He was an Alpha- he was programmed to like the taste of it, there were just no questions about it. He cleaned up what was already there and made a project of kissing the other's lower bits as more slick leaked out of him.

Natural lubrication. It was like his body knew what was coming and had started a day earlier just for Alfred. He shook his head at the thought. Upon sitting back up he noticed that Arthur had ripped his own shirt off, perhaps too hot from all the attention and heat pheromones.

"Hurry up and do it, Alfred. Please. It fucking hurts..." It hurt how badly he wanted the Alpha, wanted to be filled, to relieve the throbbing empty feeling he always felt during heat.

"Alright, I'm coming, hang in there..." Alfred honestly didn't remember when his own shirt came off but he couldn't start worrying about that now, instead opting to unbutton his own jeans and push both layers down enough to expose his own throbbing organ. Covering his fingers in slick, he stroked himself a few times, preparing himself because, well, Arthur was already prepared for this by nature, thankfully. When he was satisfied he lowered himself back down to the Omega, allowing his (gorgeous) legs to wrap around his waist, which was purely instinctual for both of them.

"Just do it," Arthur whispered, already writhing around a little. "I-"

"ALFRED!"

The sudden angry shout made them both jump. But Alfred wasn't startled for long; he whipped around, surprised to see the angry face of his friend Gilbert in the door way. However, in his current state of mind, Gilbert was a threat. Alpha instincts on high, thanks to his activities with Arthur, he was protective of his "mate" and incredibly angry for being interrupted. He shot Gilbert a predatory glare. "Get the fuck out of my house, Gilbert. Don't make me ask ya again."

Gilbert actually had the audacity to scoff. "You're threatening me? That's funny. Now get off the poor guy and-"

Alfred turned to meet Arthur's confused gaze. This had to be pretty mortifying for the other. "D' you know this guy?"

Arthur shook his head. He had no idea what the hell was going on. Why did this other guy have to barge in and ruin everything? Did life hate Arthur that much? Was it too much to ask for one simple fuck?

Registering Arthur's answer, Alfred was off the bed and out for Gilbert's blood, who had bolted from the room to hash it out with Alfred in the living room.

"Why the hell would you come and interrupt me when I'm clearly making him very happy?"

"Because you're drunk, you asshole!" Gilbert snarled. "Look at you! What if you'd gone and gotten him pregnant, huh? You'd have to live with that for-"

"The rest of my life, yeah, I know! But it's not as likely to get a male Omega pregnant, ever thought of that? It wasn't gonna happen!"

Gilbert rolled his eyes. "You don't know that. You can't know that."

"Well, if there's one thing I know for certain," he growled, having zipped his pants back up a bit ago. "Is that if this ever happens again, we're done, man." And he meant it. What was wrong with Gilbert, just barging into someone's house- their bedroom, even! - when they were obviously otherwise occupied. Uninvited and definitely unwanted at the time. Alfred could feel his arousal gradually waning. He doubted Arthur would be up for anymore either after this. Dammit.

Gilbert scoffed; he couldn't believe Alfred was reacting like this. It wasn't like him at all. "Fine, if that's the way you want it, but I'm just being a good friend." His harsh crimson eyes narrowed at Alfred. "You're the one who brought us out with you tonight to make sure you didn't do anything stupid like last time!"

Alfred's face went from agitated to furious in less than a second. Did he really have to go and bring that up? "Nice, real nice, Gil. I'll remember to bring up all the shit you do wrong too next time we're on the subject."

"What are you, five? Calm down, Alfred, geez-"

"Then get the hell out of my house, Gilbert. Now."

In the other room, Arthur could hear muffled shouting through the door. Occasional words made it through, words like "friend" and "stupid". Oh. So at least he knew that Gilbert was one of the friends Alfred was talking about back at that night club. So why had he come back to Alfred's apartment? Some explaining would definitely be necessary after this.

Arthur sighed, disappointed, and ruffled around the pile of clothes on the floor until he found a familiar pair of pants. Thanks to the unexpected interruption, he had no trouble fitting his pants back on, although the slick made it uncomfortable. Pants and slick did not go together. With another look around the room, Arthur collapsed back down onto the bed, not quite ready to leave the wonderful smell that saturated the sheets and pillowcases- Alpha. Not that he rolled over and buried his face in them, definitely not.

Arthur was knocked out of his stupor by the sound of a slamming door. He assumed Gilbert had left, and could only be more sure when he heard someone walking back to the bedroom. Alfred's resigned expression confirmed his suspicions. "Fuck... I can't believe him..." Alfred rubbed his hands over his face, groaning into his palms on his way back over to the bed. He sank down on the side of it and glanced over at the Omega. "Sorry, Arthur..." Alfred muttered, rubbing his neck.

"It's not your fault," Arthur grumbled, resting his head in his arms. It really wasn't. Just... ugh. He was incredibly disappointed. He'd been so close to experiencing the real thing, to finally feel another's body tangled with his, forgetting the cold, unyielding presence of a toy. "Damn..." His body quivered, unsatisfied, hungry, but he was unable to bring himself back into the mood. Arthur closed his eyes, rubbing his face. On top of what had just occurred he now felt kind of sick, thanks to the vodka still rushing around his body. He groaned, reluctant to even think, because he knew that would worsen his headache. Arthur rolled onto his stomach and gasped when his shoulder hit something. A voice to his left told him it was just Alfred who had positioned himself next to him.

"Ah... well, um, you can stay the rest of the night if ya want. It's pretty late, or, well, early." Alfred glanced at the digital clock perched on a little table adjacent to his bed, which blared a little past one o'clock on its screen.

Arthur gave a pensive sigh. That definitely sounded like a good idea; the last thing he wanted to do was be out alone on the streets of a big city this late at night as an Omega in heat. No doubt his pheromones would alert many unwanted people of his presence. But, then again, he was an Omega in heat... tomorrow he would wake up covered in slick, aching for fulfillment, hot, and cold all at the same time. Also hungover. Which was not welcomed at all, especially not while trying to deal with his stupid body.

Which was worse? The dangers the streets outside the apartment posed at night, or sleeping here, knowing full well that he would be waking up horny and insatiable with an Alpha sleeping maybe right next to him?

Well, he definitely knew which one he wanted to go with. What he wasn't sure of was what he should be doing, which choice to make, and what was the best possible option in this particular situation. What a pickle had Arthur gotten himself into.

"I dunno, I..." Arthur muttered into one of Alfred's pillows, genuinely torn. Comfy, warm, safe bed with an Alpha in it? Or cold, dark, dangerous streets with knives and guns and who knew what else?

He couldn't think straight, not even his life depended on it. He'd had too much at that god forsaken club, that and the suffocating Alpha pheromones saturating the air around them. Actually, they were rampant in the entire apartment, which wasn't really a surprise, because the man lived there, but if it didn't smell absolutely enticing Arthur didn't know what did. It was almost as if the walls themselves were telling him to stay. Arthur shivered and loosed another groan. Too much, he was thinking too much, way too much. Too much when there were a million different things screaming at him to stay.

So against his better judgment (and usually Arthur was nothing but rational), Arthur rolled back over and let himself sink into the other's bed again. "I think 'm jus' gonna... gonna stay..."

He could hear Alfred's lips stretching into a smile and weight shifting around beside him. "Sounds good ta me." Arthur felt the bed dip and rise again and he assumed Alfred had gotten off. When he came back Arthur glimpsed him; he was clad in only sweatpants. It was when the bed dipped again to signify Alfred's presence beside him again did his eyes slip closed, unable to be kept open. "Mmh..." It was half past one in the morning, Arthur would have noted had he been conscious.