Arthur unlocked the door and turned the hallway light on. As he walked in, he looked at the clock. Seeing it was 4 A.M., he knew they were going to be tired at the meeting later. The traffic was surprisingly busy, but then again it was a Friday night. God knows who's bright idea it was to have a meeting on a Saturday in the first place.

Arthur faked a yawn as Alfred and Francis followed him in through the door and hung up their wet coats. The storm had calmed down quite a bit now, but it was still heavily raining.

Arthur guided the others down the hall to one of the living rooms he normally used when people like his bosses came over. It was a large room with a crimson red carpet and matching sofas, all surrounding a large wooden coffee table with a few coasters and newspapers spread across it. An old fire place was in the center of the room parallel to the table, and book shelves lined the metallic golden and red patterned walls.

"Take a seat and I'll go make us all a cup of tea." He walked out of the room, leaving Alfred and Francis awkwardly staring at each other.

"I'll come with you!" Alfred said a little too quickly as he jumped up and followed him.

Francis had to laugh a little. These two were just so obvious.
Arthur stopped in the hallway as Alfred caught up with him.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Why does he have to stay?" Alfred glared at him.

"Why does it matter?"

"Well, I-I..." Alfred sighed and scratched the back of his neck, looking away to hide his blushing face. "I was kinda hoping we could spend some time together."

Arthur cupped Alfred's face with his palms and made him look at him. "And we still can." Alfred gave him a confused look.

"Look, all we have to do is wait until the frog goes to bed. Then, we can do what we want, okay?" Alfred smiled at him "Okay," Arthur pulled him in to a kiss. It was different than before, more loving and passionate.

As this was going on, neither of them noticed Francis at the other end of the hall, spying on them. "I knew it!" Francis smirked. Sure, he could jump out now, but what would be the fun in that? No, he was going to wait for one of them to slip up on their own. He wandered over and sat back down on the sofa.
"Let the fun begin, hon hon~"

A while later Arthur and Alfred walked in the room with a tray of drinks and joined Francis on the sofa. Alfred looked up at Frenchman. "So why were you out this late anyway?"

France sighed. "Well, you see, I was on the way back to my hotel, when I saw this beautiful young lady. She was with someone, so I figured I should wait until she was alone. I, uh, followed her back to her house. By the time the pest had left it was late so all the doors were locked and she went to bed, and I was just about to give up when I realized there was an open window, so I-"

"Stop!" Alfred interrupted, hands held over his ears. "I really don't want to hear what happened next." Francis paused and smirked at him. Arthur glared at him. "Please be quiet, France. No one here wants to know about the perverted things you spend your free time doing." Francis yawned. "Well, it's late. I think it's about time I went to bed."
Him and Arthur left to show Francis to the guest room he would be sleeping in. He made sure it was the one that was farthest away from his room.

Arthur went and freshened up a bit to give France some time to fall asleep before returning back downstairs to Alfred. Alfred was sat on the sofa with his legs up reading the newspaper that was on the coffee table, looking already bored of it.

Arthur snuck into the room unnoticed and jumped over the arm of the sofa, landing on top of Alfred, which made him jump and drop the paper, turning back to look into Arthur's emerald eyes. Arthur smirked at him and leaned in close to Alfred's face a whispered in his ear.

"So, where were we?" Arthur pushed Alfred down and began kissing him while unzipping his hoodie. Alfred didn't bother putting on a shirt underneath when they left, so it once again revealed his naked torso. Arthur pulled apart their mouths and put their foreheads together. "Finally, we can do what we want, no interruptions."

Alfred smiled up at him as he started undoing his tie and Arthur continued diligently kissing him. At last, he was finally going to be able to take Alfred.

Alfred was getting hot, loving Arthur being like this. It excited him even more knowing Francis was in the house and that they could be caught at any moment. The sense of danger was thrilling to him.

Arthur slipped down to nibble at Alfred's ear which made Alfred groan in pleasure. "You like that, love?" Arthur whispered, playing his accent, and the feel of his breath made Alfred shiver. "Mmm," was Alfred's only

reply.

Arthur smirked, feeling Alfred growing beneath him. "Oh, you are a naughty boy, Alfie… I guess I'm going to have to punish you." Arthur hummed as he started to pull Alfred's trousers down. As he pulled them down over his ankles, he lifted up Alfred's legs.

The ceiling above them creaked.
they both froze and listened.
They heard footsteps traveling around a bit before slowly fading.

"Oh, shit, it's France!" Alfred whispered.

Arthur listened for while, straining his ears and hearing only silence. "It's okay, they've stopped, he must have gone back to bed."

He leaned back in to carry on, but Alfred pushed him back again. Sure, he liked the feeling of danger that they might get caught, but he didn't really want to be. "No, Arthur, I can't. "

Arthur huffed and leaned back in again. "Come on, it'll be fine." But suddenly Arthur tensed, and this time Arthur was the one to put distance between them. "Or is it you don't want to?"

"Arthur, no!" This annoyed him, but he wasn't giving up that easily. "You would do it if you loved me." Arthur said as he tried leaning in again, but before he even had much of a chance, Alfred harshly shoved him back again. "Arthur! I said no! Stop trying to pressure me!"

"Fine!" Arthur jumped up and left the room, leaving Alfred lying alone and naked.

Alfred took his time getting dressed and went upstairs. He peered into Arthur's room, but he was already asleep. Alfred sighed and went off to bed.

A few hours later Alfred awoke surprisingly early. The sun was up and there were birds singing outside. He could hear someone downstairs, in the kitchen. He walked down the stars as quietly as possible and stopped and listened for a while, but there was no talking. Just the occasional sound of utensils against china.

Alfred entered the kitchen to find Arthur eating his breakfast. Arthur looked up at him as he entered the room. Alfred's face reddened a bit and he looked around the room.

"Uh- morning,"

"Good morning." Arthur sighed. Why was talking with Alfred always so awkward now? Alfred sat down in the chair across from him. "So..." Alfred was racking his brain trying to think of something to say. He didn't care what they talked about, just as long as it wasn't silent. "Where's Francis?"

Arthur played with the food on his plate. "He left about an hour ago." Arthur sighed again. "Look, Alfred, about last night..."

Alfred's heart beat sped up. He took it back, silence would be just fine. He really didn't want to talk about this. What was he going to say? Alfred held his breath.

"I'm sorry," Arthur said, looking down at his plate.

Alfred let go of his breath. What did he say? He was sure he would say that he didn't want to do this anymore, or something in that area.

"I shouldn't have tried pressuring you like that, if you didn't want to, you didn't want to." Alfred smiled at him. "Dude, it's fine. Hey, how about we forget everything and just start over, okay?" he tried to sound confident, but his voice was shaking.

Arthur stared at him for a minute. "Yes, that'll be good… but still, it's weird we keep getting interrupted… it's like something doesn't want us to be together."

Alfred jumped up and pulled Arthur into a hug. "Don't even think about things like that!" Arthur hugged him back and felt him shaking. "Alfred," Alfred pulled back and looked at him.

Seeing Alfred on the brink of tears, Arthur was saddened by the look on his face. Is he really that worried? He smiled at him.

"Alfred, you love me, right?" Alfred's eyes widened. "Arthur, of course I do!" Arthur brushed a strand of hair away from his face and cupped his chin.

"Good, because I love you too, Alfred, and if something, or someone didn't want us together, then I would rather die than let them get between us." A tear from earlier trickled down his face and he snickered.

"What?" Arthur questioned.

"That was cheesy, bro."

Arthur smiled and jokingly hit his arm. "Oh, shut up."

They both got dressed and went to the meeting as planned. As Alfred entered the building, he noticed France and Prussia staring at him, and it worried him. What if France heard something last night?

Arthur walked ahead of him, needing to explain why he hadn't come to yesterday's meeting. He had made up an excuse about being ill and not wanting anyone else to catch it. He was walking down the hall thinking of what he was going to say when Arthur was snapped back to reality by a hand grabbing his shoulder. He turned around to see Spain, smiling at him.

"Hola, Britain." Spain said, his usual cheery voice sounding just a bit forced.

"Oh, hello Spain. Is something wrong?"

He shook his head. "No, I just wanted to know how América got a hold of that picture." Spain said, trying to make the question sound as casual as possible.

"Oh, shit," Arthur thought to himself. He had completely forgotten about that. "Um-what picture?"

Spain could tell from how quickly he spoke that Arthur knew exactly what he was talking about, but why did he want to cover it up so bad? Suddenly, he realized just what was going on.

"Britain...? Are you messing around with América?.."

"Of course not!" Arthur snapped but the scarlet colour on his face said otherwise. Spain looked at him, worried. Arthur turned around and was about walk off when he heard a voice say, "You can't do this to him, Arthur." He froze. Spain hadn't used his human name in years.

"I told you, nothing is going on." There was an air of annoyance in his voice. "I know you're lying. Arthur, he's just a kid, he won't be able to take it."

"You don't know me anymore, and this doesn't concern you, so shut up, Spain."

Spain frowned at him. "I know exactly what I am talking about. And I know you can't control yourself."

Arthur turned around and punched him in the face, before picking him up by the collar and slamming him against the wall. Blood ran down from his lip and he glared up to see something in Arthur's eyes that he thought had died a long time ago.

He sneered and said, "You really haven't changed at all-"

"Antonio, you don't know shit! And so what if I am messing around with America, it is none of your business so I suggest you shut the bloody hell up and stop sticking your noise in other people's business while you still have one!" Arthur screeched in the Spainard's face.

Antonio watched Arthur as he was dropped to the ground and walked off. He was right to warn Alfred.

The meeting began and they all took their seats. Arthur looked at Alfred who was sat next to him, starting to feel frustrated. They had been interrupted three times now. If he had to wait any longer, he was going to go insane.

The first half of the meeting seemed to go on for hours. When the break finally came he took his time, waiting for all the others to leave the room. He made sure Alfred stayed with him. "Dude, c'mon, let's go get something to eat!"

Arthur grabbed his wrist and pulled him back onto the table and leaned over him. "I thought maybe we could do something else while were on break..." He gave a cocky grin while looking the other over up and down, slightly tugging at his tie.

Alfred didn't know what to say. Did he really think he would have sex with him here? "Arthur, we can't! What if we get caught!?"

"We won't, no one goes back in the meeting room during breaks."

"But Ar-" Arthur had leaned in and was giving him a love bite on his neck, cutting off Alfred's words. They didn't have enough time to argue.

Arthur seemed to know just what to do, and he eventually caved as Arthur started to kiss him and slip his hands down his trousers. Arthur took his sweet time, going nice and slow, teasing the younger nation.

Alfred didn't care about being caught anymore. He was about to have sex at work, and who hasn't fantasised about that right? But neither of them noticed the time.

As Arthur was moving to lift Alfred's legs, the door opened and they looked up to see everyone entering the room. They all stayed in the doorway and stared at them wide eyed and mouths open.

After getting over his initial shock, bright red, Arthur dashed out the room, pushing passed some people and leaving Alfred laid across the table with his jacket half off, buttons undone, and his trousers on the ground.

He heard some snickers and whispers as he jumped up and pulled his trousers back up. He couldn't meet anyone's eyes. All attention was on him, and they all looked shocked except for France, who was in hysterics. He never thought it woud turn out this well!

Finally, Alfred looked up into the crowd to see Spain, who was giving him a look that was cross between apologetic, and I told you so.

So here's Chapter 6, again sorry it took so long (writers block) Hope you enjoyed and the next should be up quite soon because I was thinking of making a Christmas chapter.

so see you then! x

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