England walked slowly up Japan's walkway, absolutely dreading what was to come. He sighed deeply and thought back to what his boss said.

-Flashback-

"But sir,"

"No buts Kirkland. It's what needs to be done to ensure this country's power."

"I have enough power already sir, please just don't make me do this."

His boss shook his head. "Sorry Arthur, this is what must be done. You have to strengthen your bond with Japan, the paper work has already been signed, now we just you need to perform the act with Japan and everything will be official."

-Back to present-

England had finally reached the porch. Slowly he reached his hand to the door and knocked quietly once, praying that Japan hadn't heard, and he could just go home claiming Japan had not been home. However, to his dismay, Japan opened the door. The two men looked at each other, not saying anything. Japan lowered his head, knowing what needed to be done. He moved aside and allowed England into his home.

England stepped through the door and mumbled a "Hello" to Japan, who returned the greeting equally. They stood absolutely still for what seemed like hours, before England finally said something. "There's no use delaying the inevitable," he sighed. Japan nodded in agreement and said, "We should get this over with as quickly as possible, and never speak of it again."

"Isn't how it always goes when this happens?" England questioned.

"Yes, I suppose your right. Please, follow me." Japan turned and walked toward his bedroom, England close behind him.

Japan opened the door to his room and walked inside. England closed and locked the door, and leaned against it. "How shall we start?" he asked nervous.

"Slowly," was all Japan could think to say.

"Very well then," England replied, walking forward.

England placed a hand on Japan's face and pulled him forward. Japan closed his eyes and prepared for the rough treatment he usually got when this happened. But to his surprise, England was gentle, his lips were soft, and delicately touched his; almost as if England was afraid he might break. Japan was shocked by this, although, it gave him a new respect for the brit. He began to lean in and deepen the kiss.

England slid his tongue into Japan's mouth drawing in a sharp breath though his nose, and grabbing the back of the smaller man's head, tilting it to get a better angle. Japan gave in willingly and wrapped his arms around England's neck, feeling every inch of his mouth being explored.

After a few minutes of intense making out, England slowly began to drift his hand downward, and lift Japan's shirt, and running his hands up and down his sides. This caused Japan to gasp. England took this as encouragement and fully removed Japan's shirt, and licking his way down the slender neck of the Japanese man, and biting down lightly on his soft spot.

Japan let out a light moan, and Began removing England's shirt as well.

The two shirtless began to firmly press their bodies together, as England Lifted Japan, and placed him on the bed, looming over him.

He quickly began to kiss his way down Japan's body, reaching the hem of his pants, unbuttoning them, and pulling them off, seeing the man's painful bulge and giving a light rub, and drawing a moan from Japan.

This encouraged England, and he removed his own pants, a light smirk adorning his lips.

Japan noticed his smirk and blushed, looking away. "Don't look at me like that," he said.

"Sorry," England replied. "But please look at me, I don't want you to turn away like you do with the others. If we have to do this, I don't want it to mean nothing."

"You know it does not mean nothing," said Japan. "It means our political bond is strengthened."

"But I don't just want our political bond to be strong. I want to have an emotional bond with you as well Kiku."

He looked up at this, he had never heard England call him by his human name before, and he wasn't going to lie. He liked the way it sounded when he said it. His smooth British accent making his name sound like pure honey.

"Say that again," he whispered.

"Say what again?"

"My name, please say it again."

"Kiku," he repeated, slower this time, dragging out his name, making it sound better than before.

Kiku pulled the British man into a passionate kiss, taking both of them slightly off guard.

He pulled away and apologized. "I-I'm sorry Arthur, I don't know what came over me."

Arthur smiled and rested his head on Kiku's shoulder. "Don't worry about it, I rather enjoyed that. Also, thank you."

"For what?"

"For using my real name." before Kiku had a chance to respond, he was caught off guard by Arthur pulling off his boxers, as well as his own.

Kiku remembered something just then, quickly he reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a small bottle. "Please use this," he said handing it to Arthur.

Arthur looked at the bottle and nodded. "Of course," he replied opening the bottle and pouring some of its contents onto 2 of his fingers.

Arthur slowly began pumping them in and out of Kiku, thouroughly preparing him for what was to come.

Kiku gasped, and moaned at Arthur's skilled fingers. Finally looking down at him despratly he said 3 simple yet powerful words. "Take me Arthur."

He immediately complied, thrusting into Kiku, slowly at first, but then faster and faster, until only white hot pleasure could be felt. Their moans filling the room as well as the shouting of each others names. Both of them were close to the edge, and they screamed each others names when they finally came. Intense pleasure shooting through them both in a flash, causing them both to tremble and collapse in a sweaty heap onto the bed.