England plopped down on the floor of the dim lit room. He rose to see his surroundings. He took notice of the candles occasionally littering the wall. His bed was of a dark cherry wood carved with Victorian designs and a fluffed canopy above.
He felt the large cherry wood wardrobe with its golden handles and curved sides. What truly impressed him was the paneling. A beautiful classic pattern covering the wall until it collided with the base wood.
"This might have been my best idea yet! Oh! I need to get changed."
England spread open the wardrobe to find a brand new over coat, blouse, pants and shining heeled boots. "Oh no way! I really did it! I'm still the wonderful empire I used to be!" He quickly stripped and strapped up his clothes. He looked himself over in the mirror. Feeling like something was missing.
England pondered for a moment and it clicked. On top of the dresser was a rather large hat box. He reached up and found his trusty captain's hat with the luscious feathers falling to the side. Slipping a sword around his belt he nodded and opened the door to see his whole house was something of a relic.
Beautiful paintings and rugs covered the walls and floors. He was living the dream. The halls were tall and the staircase twisted around to lead into the living room; something grand with its enormous fire place and unique furnishings. He took notice of the cutlass and gun crossed up on the mantle. Of course, only England would treasure the gun he almost shot his own brother with.
On the other side of the room was a large portrait of himself in his empire attire sitting cross legged in his grand chair. But what caught the attention the most was that Alfred was laid in mercy at his feet. 'Where is Alfred anyway?' the Empire thought.
"Alfred? Where are you?" A crash came from the kitchen and he quickly rushed in to see the ruckus. "I-I'm sorry big brother. It was an accident." The boy pleaded as he cleaned up the glass he had broken. Arthur sighed. "Honestly Alfred, be more careful with my fine china."
"Yes, big brother."
"While you're at it make me a cup of tea with—." "Two lumps and cream in before the tea." England scowled. "Since when do you interrupt me, boy?" Alfred lowered his head. "Forgive me brother, I won't do it again, I promise!"
The Empire eased up and stroked the boy's hair. "It's alright Al. Just remember who you belong to."
"You, sir."
"That's right. Now about the tea." "OH! Right!"
The colony placed the kettle on the fire. "Now tell me little brother. How many colony's do you have?"
"13, sir." "Good. And how old are you now?"
"16." "Wonderful!"
"You are so cheerful of my age, why is that?"
"Don't question me boy! But tell me, who owns the land west of the colonies?"
The kettle screeched as steam billowed from the sprout. Al poured all the contents into the cup and delivered it to his brother on a saucer.
"Biscuits Alfred."
The boy snapped his fingers in frustration before delivering the plate of treats to the table. He took a seat next to his big brother. Arthur froze in confusion. He gently placed his tea down and placed his hat on the back of the chair. England pushed his chair out and panted his lap. The colony looked confused.
"Come sit on my lap lad." America obediently obliged. It was rather uncomfortable for the two of them to do so but better than normal since America seemed to be thinner than his former self.
The Empire wrapped an arm around the other's waist, pulling him in close and bringing a biscuit to his lips. A bite was taken from it and the other finished the rest. Slowly England moved his hand to feel his colony's ass. Not as good as the other he used to grasp. It was less chubby so there was hardly anything to grasp.
Alfred shifted uncomfortably. Arthur took this as the perfect moment to bring the cup of tea to the other's lips. He took a sip and let Arthur finish the rest. "Well that was rather nice, don't you agree?"
Alfred seemed to snap into reality. "Oh, um yes, it was."
"Hey, you never answered my question little brother."
"France and Spain spit that land. Most of the lower land is Spain's with a few small provinces owned by France and the top is merged with my brother, Canada."
"Aw, yes, Canada. Sweet boy. Would you like to see him soon?"
"Oh, uh, I don't know big brother. He hasn't talked to me since, well…you know."
"Well, that's a shame. You used to be so close. You know that if you are ever lonely, I'll be here for you."
Arthur caressed the other's face and leaned in to kiss his colony with a fiery passion. The other's eyes widened as the sudden, unexpected actions of his charge and pulled away. "Big brother wha-!"
He was cut off by a finger at his lips. "Shhh…be silent now and I will show you the erotic wonders of this world, baby brother."
Oh yes, I shall have you all begging for the conclusion to this cliffhanger! I'm so evil! Feel free to review~