Arthur slipped down under the covers and slowly pulled down Alfred's American flag print boxers, taking care not to wake him.

When Alfred started moving, Arthur knew if Alfred woke up now there would be no chance for a happy ending. He had to be quick, but it seemed he was too late, as the covers where briskly ripped off his head

"Ar-thur...?" Alfred looked down at him in surprise, with a flustered, sleepy face.

"Oh crap, he's awake!" Arthur thought to himself. He knew he had to stay calm. He flashed him a seductive smirk and crawled further up Alfred's body, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses going from his belly button up to the dip in his neck.

"Arthur- wha-t a-re you do-ing?" Alfred's voice kept hitching as Arthur's touches sent sparks flying throw his body. Alfred could feel his soft caramel hair brushing against his chin and the heat emanating from his body.

"Just relax, love, you'll enjoy it." Arthur played his accent as much as he could. He had found out that for some reason some Americans found it sexy, so he figured maybe Alfred did to. It appeared to have worked, as Alfred lied back down, spreading his legs apart for him.

Arthur was positioned with his arms on either side of Alfred's chest and his lower half in-between Alfred's legs.

He looked down into Alfred's desperate, ocean blue eyes as he used one hand to pull down his own pyjama shorts.

He roughly pinned Alfred against the bed, crashing their mouths together. Alfred happily let him devour his mouth as he moaned into the kiss. He occasionally felt Arthur's tongue slip out over his lips.

Arthur was actually quite surprised, he thought Alfred would turn him down for sure. He must have really been enjoying that dream of his.

Arthur had control and Alfred was loving every second of it. The feel of his tongue fiercely tangling with his, the smell of his hot sweating body, the feeling of his soft pale skin. How many years had he wanted to do this now?

But as Arthur started to lift his hips, Alfred started to feel a little uneasy. He had never done this before. Would it hurt?

Arthur had realized that Alfred seemed a bit put off by something so he sat up and looked in to his eyes. He could tell Alfred was worried, but he couldn't help but smile a little at Alfrede, how cute he looked. Arthur knew what was worrying him, he could remember his first time.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt too bad.", Arthur tried to reassure him. What? No use lying to the boy.

Alfred smiled up at him, just a bit more relaxed and pulled him back down to his mouth, letting his hands grapple Arthur's back.

Arthur once again began to intensely work Alfred's mouth. He tasted of hamburgers and coffee, two things Arthur normally hated, but right now, they were the best tasting things in the universe. He let his hands wander down Alfred's sides. He had an athletic body but there was a small layer of fat over his muscles. Arthur let his hands wander further down to Alfred's legs which he started to lift.

Their blood was rushing through their bodies like lava, and they were both desperately gasping for air at every chance they had. Neither of them ever wanted to stop, but just as Arthur was about to make the next move...

The phone at the side of the bed began to ring.

As Arthur stopped and straightened up, Alfred almost whined. He inhaled deeply as he tried to catch his breath. "You're fucking kidding me," Alfred said.

Arthur snatched the phone and answered in an annoyed, breathless, panty voice. "What!" Alfred sat up and pouted at Arthur. Talk about a mood killer.

"On hon hon, it sounds like someone's enjoying themselves~" Arthur turned a deep shade of red and tried to calm his breathing. "Shut it, frog! What do you want anyway?! Calling at this hour!" From the first sentence he said, Alfred gathered it was France on the phone. He sighed as he wiped the sweat form his face.

"Well you see, Anglitare... I need to ask you a little favour. I'm stranded and have no money for a cab… Can you come pick me up?" Arthur snickered.

"What happened, did you follow a girl home and get kicked out of her house?" Arthur had clear mockery in his voice.

"Hey! It is not funny! Well can you come pick me up or not?!"

"Why should I?", Arthur questioned him.

"Because, I'm in your home and need some help, so as the host of this week's meetings, it's your duty to help me!"

"I don't have to help you, it's nothing to do with me whether you attend the meetings or not!" Arthur hated it when people told him what to do, and he hated it even more so from the French man. He was about to slam the phone down.

"I thought you were a gentleman..." France baited him.

Arthur sighed and looked over to Alfred. "Fine, where are you?" As Francis told Arthur where he was, Alfred climbed out of the king size bed and put his boxers back on.

"Why is he calling now?" Alfred wondered. Arthur shortly hung up the phone and looked at him. "Unbelievable… I'm sorry, but I have to go pick that arse hole Francis up." He walked towards his wardrobe and started pulling out some clothes.

Alfred peered around the dark room. "Can I come?"

Arthur looked back at him and rolled his eyes. He knew Alfred just didn't want to be alone at night. He really hasn't grown up at all, has he? Arthur gestured for Alfred to follow him.

"Come on, then." They both slipped on some clothes and went out to find Francis.

Saying the car journey was awkward would be a major understatement. Neither of them knew what to say after where they last left off. Eventually, Alfred couldn't keep his mouth shut anymore.

"So… How come you never told me you liked me before?" It had been on Alfred's mind for a while now. Why did it take so long for Arthur to tell him? He never had a problem telling (shouting/lecturing) Alfred how he felt when he was mad at him. Arthur blushed a little, the question seemed a bit sudden.

"Well, I… I just didn't know how to say it, and… I didn't know how you would react… How come you didn't say anything?" Alfred smiled at him and let out a breath of a laugh. Why were they both so pathetically shy?

"Same reason. I mean, you always act so harsh to me, I… I always thought you hated me."

Arthur skidded the car to a halt and turned to look into Alfred's eyes. "Alfred, I... I could never hate you. Was I really that harsh on you?"

"Sometimes,"

Arthur looked down to the floor guiltily. "But, you know, that never stopped me loving you." Arthur looked back up to see Alfred's sad smile.

Arthur grabbed him and pulled him into a tight hug. "I never meant to hurt you, I just want what's best for you. Never forget that." Alfred squeezed him back and they went back to driving. Alfred laughed, which earned him a confused glance from Arthur.

"What?"

"It's nothing... It's just weird how that shy dude is the same guy as I saw earlier" Arthur was about to reply when he saw Francis at the side of the road.

Arthur looked at Alfred gravely. "We can't let him know about any of this!" Alfred nodded in agreement.

Arthur stopped the car and Francis climbed into the back seat. He was surprised when he saw Alfred.

"Hon hon, so it's little Amérique who as been keeping you occupied!"

"Shut it!" said Arthur as he started diving again. France leaned forward over Alfred's seat. "America, I never knew you were that easy, you know if you ever get tired of the boring old tea sucker, why don't you give me a call, and I can show you what a good time really is~"

Alfred was about to turn around and punch him, but before he could, Arthur slammed down the break causing France to fly forward, face-first in to the dash board.

"Zip it, sit down, and put your seat belt on!" Alfred chuckled at France as he sat back up and pulled the belt around his waist. The look on his face was priceless!

A perverted smile spread across Francis's face as he realized something. Neither of them denied it when he accused them of having sexual relations with each other. Arthur also seemed pretty protective over Alfred. It was only a joke, but why was Arthur so out of breath when he called him?

"So, America, what happened to that hotel of yours?" Francis asked as innocently as possible.

"Uh, um, well there was a mix up and, and-"

"And I figured it would be less hassle if he just stayed at my house." Arthur interrupted. "Oh, but America, I thought you hadn't seen Britain since the last meeting?"

Damn, he was persistent. "Well- I bumped in to him while I was on a walk, and after explaining, he offered me to stay with him." Alfred smiled at himself for coming up with an excuse so fast.

"Hm," France sat back in his seat and crossed his arms. He knew something was going on, but he couldn't think of anything else to ask that would out them, so he kept quiet for a while.

"So, where is your hotel Francis?" "It's quite far."

Arthur didn't like the sound of that. "How far…"

"It's... on the other side of London." Arthur sighed, annoyed. "I am not bloody driving to the other side of London just for your arse, it's two in the goddamn morning!" He sighed again. He really wasn't in the mood to bother fighting with him.

"You'll... have to sleep at my house for tonight..." Alfred shot him a glare, but Arthur could only shrug.

Why did his hotel have to be so far away? This completely messed up Arthur's plans!

Or did it?

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UPDATE!

Sorry for the wait I got bloody writers block again DX and I wanted to try to make it longer for you guys but chapter 6 is in editing and it will be up soon. 28/11/2012