Alfred was trembling as he ran out the room. The others moved to the side this time to let him pass. Alfred ran down the hall trying to hold back tears. He wasn't sure which he felt more of, anger, sadness, or embarrassment. He was going to kill Arthur next time he saw him! He could never show his face again!

Arthur kept running until he was sure no one had followed him. He sat on a bench in a nearby park and leaned back to look up at the sky as he tried to get his breath back. It all flashed through his head and he cringed. Why couldn't he control himself? Arthur sighed. He felt like crawling into a hole and dying. Alfred would blame him, everyone would be talking and spreading rumours, he could never live this down- well, not quite never, he knows from experience people do move on. But then again what Spain said earlier- oh shit, Spain, he'll surely gloat in his face that he was right.

Arthur slowly made his way home and when he finally arrived it was quite dark. He stepped in the door and flicked the light switch on, before turning around to be met by the glare of a furious Alfred.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Alfred barked

Arthur took a step forward.

"Alf-"

"NO!" Alfred interrupted. "I don't wanna hear your stupid fucking excuses!"

"Alfred I just wanted to-"

"I know exactly what you wanted to do! Is sex all you care about?"

"No, Alfred, I-"

"I don't give a fuck Arthur! It's over! I hate you! And I never want to talk to you, let alone have sex with you, ever again!"

Arthur was about to say something, but before he could, Alfred stormed off to his room. Arthur stood speechless for a moment before falling to his knees. Alfred was right, there was no excuse for what he did. How could he make it up to him? Sure, he's done some bad stuff in the past, but the world has never seen him without any trousers on, being pinned to a meeting room table.

After a while Arthur decided he should at least try to apologise. He couldn't do it alone, though. He would have to use the one thing that has never failed on cheering Alfred up.

Food.

After hours of baking, banging around in the kitchen, a few burns and lots of curses, Arthur had a big chocolate cake with the words, "I'm sorry" written across the top in vanilla icing. Sure, he wasn't that good of a cook, but when it came to sweets, he was the best.

He cleared his throat before slowly pushing the door to Alfred's room open. Alfred, who was sat on his bed in nothing but his boxers, just glared up at him.
"What the hell do you want?"

Why did he have to make it even harder for him to restrain himself? Arthur took a deep breath.

"Look, Alfred, I'm really sorry about what happened earlier. I am a complete and utter twat, I know, but please, would you be able to forgive me?"

Alfred remained silent and carried on glaring at him.
"… I made you a cake..."
Arthur placed the cake on Alfred's lap and took a step away again. Tugging at his clothes nervously, he looked at him with gloomy face and waited for him to say something.

Alfred looked down at the cake.
"... Fuck off."

"What?" Arthur said surprised

"I said fuck off!"

Alfred stood up and threw the cake in Arthur's face. He was stunned. Arthur could not believe what he just did! Didn't he raise him better than that?

"For fuck's sake, Alfred, grow up! You think no one else has ever made a mistake!? Sure people will be talking about it for a while, but believe someone who has a lot of experience, it will all blow over, and in a few years no one will even remember it!" Arthur glared at the ground and shook his head before
meeting the other blonde's eyes. "We all make bloody mistakes, Alfred. You just have to move on."

Arthur walked out of the room, slamming the door.

Alfred stared at the door for a moment before letting his gaze fall back to the floor. He was furious at Arthur, but… he didn't really hate him. He still loved him, for crying out loud, and he wished he could have just accepted his apology. He couldn't give in now, though. That would make him seem weak, and he was not about to let Arthur win.

Arthur was walking into the kitchen when he realized the picture lying on the table. He picked it up and said to it, "You have caused enough trouble!"

He shook his head for a moment. Did he really just talk to a picture? "I'm going crazy." he mumbled to himself, and went to one of his storage rooms. The hallway light lit up the dark room as he slowly opened the door. The place was full of cobwebs and there was still a lot of stuff he need to sort out. Arthur placed the picture down and looked around at all of the past remnants scattered around.

There was loads of different things spread about. Weapons, clothes, photos, portraits, and piles of other stuff that he had collected over the years. There were even some things from the Native Britains that were around before Rome came.

He felt his heart beat stop as his eyes fell on a particular item, lit up by the light from the hall, was the same chain that Spain had around his neck in the picture.

His brain was telling him not to, but it was too late. The chain was in his hands, a sadistic smirk spread across his face. If Alfred wanted to be treated like Antonio, then he would give him what he wanted. He had no choice, because whether he liked it or not, Arthur would make sure he did.

He snuck into the room and pulled the covers off sleeping Alfred. He knew he shouldn't, there was a possibility it would make Alfred hate him even more, but he no longer had control of his body. It was like he was possessed by something, and just had to accept what was happening and watch. He climbed onto the bed and crawled so he was looking down at Alfred.

Arthur snapped the collar around Alfred's neck and harshly pulled it off, flipping Alfred onto his stomach. Alfred's eyes shot open, and he was wide awake now.

"Dude, what are you do-!" Arthur yanked the chain around his neck and harshly ripped the American's night pants and boxers off, and thrusted into him. Alfred cried out as Arthur entered him, tears starting to prick at his eyes.

Arthur leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "Don't worry, it won't hurt too bad." Arthur mimicked his earlier words, but this time he said it as more of a taunt, rather than a reassurance. Besides, Alfred was just getting what he wanted, right?

hope you guys enjoyed chapter seven

again reviews help me keep going and help me know if the story's staring to drag on and get boring at all, its also good to hear what you think is going to happen. so anyway chapter 8 will be up soon and thanks for reading x

also I'm now going to go from watching Barney the dinosaur with my cousin to writing the next chapter of this XD

editor: Casey Hence