Alfred was surprised by the sudden move and gasped, allowing Arthur to slip his tongue into his mouth. Arthur challenged his tongue to a tango, and that was a challenge Alfred just couldn't pass up.

Arthur had Alfred's arms pinned to the wall and had pulled him down to his level so he could dominate the kiss.

Arthur smirked as Alfred let out a loud moan. He couldn't wait any longer!

He spun Alfred around and slammed him onto the table before lunging in to kiss and bite at his neck. Alfred let out another loud moan as he slipped his hands under Arthurs shirt and pulled it off over his head.

Despite his body size, Arthur had a very muscular, toned body.
Alfred began rubbing and feeling Arthur's torso. As Arthur forced his way back to his mouth, this time biting at his lips, he started unhooking Alfred's belt buckle.
"Ar-Arthur, st-stop." Alfred moaned.

Arthur sat up and stared down at him, a little worried. "Sorry, did I hurt you, love?"

Alfred put his hands up and rubbed down Arthurs chest. "No, it's just… it's kind of late… and we do have another meeting tomorrow..."

"Forget the meeting!" Arthur leaned back in, but Alfred put his hands forward and pushed him back. "Arthur," he said.
He looked down again, and he found Alfred giving him puppy dog eyes.

He sighed and climbed off of him. "Okay, I'm going to get ready for bed, then..."

Arthur swung his shirt over his shoulder and walked out the room.

Alfred was a little disappointed. He definitely wanted to carry on, but he knew Arthur couldn't miss two meetings in a row, especially since the meetings were in London. There's also Francis, that bastard. If he didn't show up either, there's no doubt that he would think him and Arthur were, well, doing exactly what they were doing.

Arthur was more than a little annoyed, but not at Alfred, at himself. He knew Alfred was right, they have to go. It's their responsibility as countries, although Arthur was slightly surprised to see Alfred acting responsible for once. It actually worried Arthur. Is that the real reason he stopped him, or did he do something wrong?

What really annoyed Arthur, was that once he got started, he found it so hard to stop. All his logic was telling him to take his responsibilities seriously, but still right now, he wanted nothing more than to just rip Alfred's clothes off, and show him the best time he has ever had in his life.

Arthur splashed his face with some cold water and took a few deep breaths. He slipped on some pajamas before going off to bed.

Alfred had gone to bed quite a while ago. He was sleeping in the guest room, which actually was Alfred's old room. It was painted blue with pictures of cowboys hung up on the walls and glow-in-the-dark stars were spread across the celling. Arthur was going to redecorate it, but since Alfred started staying at his house so often he decided to leave it how it was.

Arthur was awakened by something in the middle of the night. The room was dark but was occasionally lit up by flashes of light coming from outside, accompanied by load roaring sounds. A storm must have come in, he guessed. Maybe there wouldn't be a meeting. Hopefully.

He looked up to see Alfred on top of him, shaking his arm, terror spread across his face. Arthur felt a wave of nostalgia. This wasn't the first time Alfred had awoken him in the night because of a storm. It happened frequently when he was a kid.

"Uhh, Arthur? Can I sleep in here with you tonight?" his voice was shaky.

Arthur sleepily lifted the bed sheet. "Fine, if you're too scared to sleep on your own."

"I'm not scared!" Alfred whispered harshly. "Heroes don't get scared! I jus-"

There was A load crack of thunder and Alfred jumped and moved closer to Arthur.

"Okay! Im scared! But come on dude, thunder storms are some scary shit!"

Arthur let out a wiry chuckle and put his arms around Alfred, one holding his back and the other brushed its way up in to his hair. He pulled him close and Alfred snuggled up to him.

"There, now go to sleep."
Alfred fell asleep quite quickly, leaving Arthur to think about all that had happened since yesterday. He wondered what Spain might have said to Alfred when he showed him the picture. The thought of what Antonio might say to him next time they spoke made him cringe.

Suddenly his train of thought was interrupted as Alfred slipped his leg over him. Alfred was only in his boxers and Arthur could feel Alfred's member through his pants.

A shiver went down Arthur's spine, as he realised something.

Was he hard?

He lifted the covers to check. He was!

Arthur looked down at sleeping Alfred. He was mumbling something.

"Ar-Arthur,"

Arthur blushed deeply. Alfred got hard while dreaming about him?

A smirk slowly snuck its way across Arthur's face, and in that moment his lust took control of him again. He had a plan, and he was going to have some fun.

Hay guys just wanna say thanks for all the faves and follows, also thanks to the people that have been reviewing its really useful and it keeps me writing, which I might need for the next chapter (if you know what I mean ;) )

and I know its really short again, I am so sorry I hate myself, I promise To try and make the next chapter longer!

anyway hope you enjoyed chapter 4 and I will get chapter 5 up as soon as possible.

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editor: Casey Hence