Arthur and Alfred spent the next few hours rushing around and getting ready, and eventualy they were all sorted for the party. All that was left to do, was go.
Arthur was relaxing on the sofa reading a book, when Alfred leaped backwards onto the seat next to him. He looked up at Arthur kicking his legs off the arm of the sofa.

"Whatcha doin?" Alfred asked.

Arthur kept his gaze fixed on his book. "Reading,"

"Whatcha reading?"

Arthur raised an eyebrow at him.

"Do you want something, or are you just really bored?" Alfred smiled at him.

"I just wanted to know... is there anything else that I don't know about?" With that, the floor suddenly became interesting to Alfred.

"What do you mean?" Arthur had gone back to his book and was only half listening to him.

Alfred shuffled back so his head was on Arthur lap and pushed his book aside.

"You know, like, Spain?"

"Oh," Arthur starred at him for a moment.

"Well, is there?"

Arthur squinted his eyes and gulped as a million flashbacks went zapping through his head.
"Uh, no..." he lied. Some things were better off left unknown. Alfred looked up at him, a little disappointed.

Alfred sighed, feeling really bored, and all the time he wasn't occupied by something, thoughts of the party and the other nations pushed into his brain. He sat up and walked over to the door, slipping his bomber jacket on.

"Where are you going?" Arthur sat up slightly and looked over the sofa at him.

"I'm gonna go get some Micky D's, you want me to get you some?" Arthur cringed.

"No, I think I'll pass."

"Okay, but your missing out." he smiled at him. "I'll be back soon!" Alfred shouted as he walked through the door.

Arthur stared at the door for a minute, and Alfred's words form last night echoed through his head.

"You don't have to worry, I can take care of myself, you know."

"Thanks, Iggy."

Arthur sighed, since he declared his independence, Alfred always seemed to want to do everything alone, like he wanted to prove something. A lot of things Alfred seemed capable of doing, but, if he gets put out of his comfort zone, he seems to completely become undone. Like yesterday, for example. Whatever Francis said got to him. Alfred couldn't take just once what Arthur has had to put up with and ignore for years. He was acting fine, but Arthur could tell he was worried, although Arthur had to admit, he was as well.

Arthur had eventually managed to distract himself from thinking too much with his book, and Alfred returned about half of an hour later with a big bag of Mc Donald's in his hand.

"I'm back!" Arthur turned to look at him as he walked over, sat down next him, and started undraping a couple of burgers. He took them apart, and as he began piecing them back together again as one, Arthur stared at him.

"What? The burgers here are tiny!" said Alfred as he took a bite from his burger and some of the sauce fell onto his shirt.
"Alfred, be careful!" Arthur pulled a tissue out of his pocket and cleaned off Alfred's shirt. They were both dressed in matching black suits with bow ties, ready for the party, but Arthur was starting to regret the idea of getting ready early.

"Relax, dude, it's fine." Alfred chuckled.

"Alfred, you can't show up to the party with burger sauce on you!"

Arthur saw Alfred's face fall a little as he brought up the party.

"We'll have to leave soon… Alfred, are you sure you're ok?"
Alfred's eyes darted up at Arthur and he faked a little laugh. "Arthur, I've told you, I'm fine."

"Well, then…" Arthur stood up and put his hand out to Alfred. "Let's go now, maybe if we show up early we won't have to make a dramatic entrance." Alfred stared at him for a moment before grabbing his hand and pulling himself up. "Okay, but can I quickly go do something first?"

"Sure, go ahead, I need to make sure everything's shut off and locked up anyway."

It was getting dark and Arthur was checking everything over. He walked past Alfred's room and noticed the door was opened slightly. He peered in to see the American was sat on his bed staring at the ground deep in thought. Arthur watched as he let out a frustrated sigh as he leaned back on the bed, placing his hands over his face.

Alfred jumped a little as Arthur pushed the door open. "Alfred...?" Arthur walked over and sat down next to him. "What's wrong?"

He sat up. "Nothing, I'm fine." he forced a smile, but Arthur could see though it. Arthur swung his arms around him and pulled him into a hug

"Alfred, it's okay if you worried."

"Arthur, I'm fine." Alfred tried to reassure him, but Arthur was having none of it.

"Alfred! Look, I can tell when something's bothering you, besides, you don't think I'm a little worried too? Stop trying to do everything alone all the time, even a hero needs some help every now and then!" Alfred sighed again.

"Okay, I'm a little worried, but Arthur, what if-"

"What if nothing! Alfred, if anyone says anything against you, fuck them! Don't let it bother you, and no matter how it turns out, you still have me! So WHAT if anyone sees you as different than the others. It's better to be a black sheep than just another white one!"

Alfred stared at him for a moment before breaking the gap between them, landing a sloppy kiss on Arthur lips. He pulled away and smiled at him. "Let's go."

When they arrived at the building, their nerve levels were at an all new high. They waited a while before actually entering the party hall. Arthur turned to Alfred, who was visibly struggling to keep calm. Alfred jumped a little as Arthur grabbed his hand.

"Alfred, it'll be fine, you're not alone, remember?" Arthur tried to make his voice as sweet and comforting as possible. He squeezed Alfred's hand. "Come on, let's go in."

They pushed open the large doors and walked into the hall, Christmas music was playing and bright colorful lights where everywhere. It seemed everyone else decided to come early as well, as the room was crowded. But everyone grew silent as they noticed Arthur and Alfred come in, still clutching each other's hand.

Arthur and Alfred walked down the large stairs as calmly as they could, fully aware that all eyes were on them. They stopped in the center of the room. Everyone seemed to be crowded around them, staring. Arthur looked up at them all. "What?" They all flinched slightly (minus Russia, of course), they knew that Arthur was not someone you would want to get angry.

Alfred's face was bright red and Arthur could feel him shaking. Arthur sighed.

"Okay, I might as well clear this up now, yes, me and Alfred are a couple, and if anyone has anything to say, say it now!" He glared up at them, they all stared at them both in shock. Except, of course, for Italy, who, with a bright smile spread across his face, was tugging on Germany's sleeve.

"Veee~ Germany, can we tell them to?" Arthur looked at them in confusion, and Alfred finally looked up from the floor "Wait? You guys are…"

"Ja.." said Ludwig, as he pulled Italy into his arms, blushing from ear to ear.

Murmuring filled the hall.

A bright red Matthew was pushed in front of the crowed soon, followed by Francis who put a hand on one of his shoulders, smirking at Alfred. "Nous aussi." ("We also."). Alfred glared at him. He knew he only came forward to annoy him.

Arthur cleared his throat. He couldn't really believe what was happening.

"Anyone else feel like sharing?" He was surprised, he was prepared for people making fun of them and talking behind there back, but he never expected this.

Soon others from the crowd started to fess up as well.
Spain and South Italy, Austria and Hungary, even Greece and Japan stepped forward. There were others as well, and they all shyly looked around at one another. They all seemed just as surprised.

Arthur brushed his hand up through his hair. "Wait, so all this time, you were all pretending nothing was going on?"
They all nodded.

Arthur face-palmed and shook his head. "What is wrong with you twats?" he muttered under his breath.

Alfred clapped his hands together and laughed. It seemed he was no longer nervous. "Well then, let's party!"

They all carried on with the party, happy that they no longer had anything to hide, except for Matthew who walked over to Alfred.

"Fair enough if you two are a couple, but your behaviour the other day was still inappropriate. Alfred, how come every time you do something stupid, everyone just forgets about it?" Matthew was normally shy and quiet, in fact Alfred was one of the only ones he really spoke to, but when he started lecturing him, it was hard to get him to shut up.

"And I mean who does that? Yo-" Alfred swung his arm around his rambling brother and pulled him closer to whisper in his ear. "You know, Francis was coming on to me yesterday." Matthew paused and turned to Francis.

"Yes, mon amour?"

"You were flirting with my brother!?" Francis laughed nervously and waved his hands in front of him. "No- Matthew, it's not what you think, I- I was joking! You know I like to mess with people, ho hon." Francis glared at Alfred. He would have his revenge.

Alfred stared for a moment. "I wonder what's go him so wound up?" Arthur said. He tugged at Alfred's hand. "Come on Alfred, let's go enjoy the party." Alfred smiled at him as he pulled him off into the crowd.

They spent the next few hours talking and dancing under the bright colourful Christmas lights, and it all seemed like a perfect night. As usual, Alfred made his way to the snacks table, and as usual, Arthur had a few too many drinks. Arthur grabbed Alfred and pulled him back onto the dance floor and started stumbling around, trying to keep himself up and at the same time as dance. He grabbed Alfred's collar and pulled him in to a deep, sloppy kiss. Alfred push away, his face bright red.

"Arthur, not here." Arthur smirked.

He said not here… so did that mean he wanted to as well?

Arthur dragged his lover through the crowd and out into a desolate hallway, leading him up father away from the door. When Arthur stopped and released him, Alfred gazed down at him. Arthur's face was bright red, he was clearly out of it. Arthur continued to kiss him and he happily let him, now that they were away from everyone else. After all, it was only kissing, but Arthur, had other ideas.

He slipped one of his hands down Alfred's trousers, which took Alfred by surprise. He broke the kiss and glared at him, but his glare soon turned into a look of worry, as he saw that weird energy back in Arthur's eyes.

"Arthur, no."

Arthur knew he would regret this tomorrow morning, but right now he was too drunk to care, he just wanted to feel good. Just the thought of it made Arthur smirk as he walked towards Alfred and pushed him back against the wall.

"W... what are you doing?" Alfred stuttered as he pushed his hands on Arthur's chest in an attempt to push him away, but Arthur wouldn't give in until he had his way. Alfred knew exactly what he was doing, but he couldn't let him this time, they had to either wait until after the party, or go somewhere where no one would walk in on them. After all, he did promise to never let him get that far again, but so soon? Maybe it was just the alcohol?
"I'm having a little fun, it's a party, right?" Arthur slurred as he looked up at Alfred, his eyes burning with lustful desire.

"We can't! Not here!" Alfred harshly whispered as Arthur pulled his buttons undone, revelling Alfred's well-built chest. Arthur rubbed against him with drunken glee. He figured he would have to get Alfred to follow along before he could move them to another room, otherwise he would refuse to.
His touch made Alfred's body heat up, he could feel himself blushing and from his tows to his head.

Alfred tried to calm himself. He had no problem having sex with Arthur, but only if they found somewhere private to do it. Arthur started licking and sucking at Alfred's neck.

"Arthur…" Alfred moaned, his voice full of restraint. "W-what if we get caught again... n- not here!" He managed to push Arthur off of him slightly. Arthur pouted, he hated being rejected by Alfred, especially when he was this drunk. He forced his tongue into Alfred's mouth and shoved him further against the wall, pushing his way in-between his legs. Alfred could feel sweat dripping down his face as Arthur stuck in his tongue, but it was too had to resist. It was like Arthur was hypnotizing him.

Neither noticed that three people stood, peeking out the hall door at them. One of them, with silver hair and blood red eyes, snapping pictures on his phone. The other one had scruffy brown hair, and just stood there longingly, staring at them and drawling. The third, with long blonde hair and blue eyes, was grinning and cackling at the pair. Looking down at the one taking pictures, he said, "Sweet revenge, mon cher." "Arthur… please…" Alfred gasped. Arthur let out a frustrated sigh. "Come- hic- come on then." he tugged at Alfred's bow tie and pulled him down the hall.

The three at the door walked back into the party hall, proud of their achievement.
"Kesesese! Well, that was very interesting!" said the silver haired one as they walked past Matthew, who overheard what they were saying.

"I wonder what that was about?" he thought. He was standing alone and getting quite bored, so he thought he would go find out. He walked into the hall, to find no one was out there but some slushy snow footprints leading down the corridor. He could hear muffled sounds coming from the room at the end. He curiously walked up to the door.

Meanwhile, Arthur had dragged Alfred into a large room filled with desks and result boards. He continued un-buttoning him.

"Arthur, are you sure the doors locked?" Alfred questioned, with more than just a bit of anxiousness flowing in his voice.

"Yeah, it's locked, d-don't worry." Alfred was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. He grabbed Arthur's wrists and looked over to the door, to find it was open slightly.

"Wait a minute." Alfred walked over to the door and locked it before walking back over to Arthur.

"Okay, are you sure you can't wait until after the party, when we go back to yours?"

Arthur growled. "No! I wanna do it nooow!" Arthur's voice was winey and his words slurred. Alfred sighed.

"Fine, whatever. I have to, I promised..." he leaned back in to kiss him and started fiddling with Arthur's belt buckle.

Arthur watched as Alfred scrambled around. It made him sad. He didn't want this. He wanted Alfred to do it because he enjoyed it, not because he felt he had to.

"This… this isn't right… Al-Alfred." Alfred pulled away from his lips.

"What?" Arthur looked up at him. He was clearly holding back and trying his hardest to fight it. "Alfred, don't worry… if you don't want to, I'm not going to make you, you don't have to do anything. It was wrong of me, to make you promise that." Alfred smiled at him. He could tell how hard he was trying.

"Arthur, I said I like you too, remember? I am doing this because I want to."

Matthew had entered to room to find very busy Arthur and Alfred. Not wanting to be seen, he hid behind a cabinet. "It's okay, just wait, as soon as you get the chance, get out unseen." Matthew thought to himself. But his heart skipped a beat as he heard the door lock. He was stuck. He peered around at the two by the wall. It was disturbing to see his brother like that. He knew if he stayed where he was he would be found, so he quickly crawled over to a table and hid underneath it.

Alfred continued kissing Arthur as he started running his hands all over his body. He traced his fingers up and down his back, stomach, outer and inner thighs, slowly building up pressure. Arthur groaned. Alfred could feel his soft pale skin burning at his touch.

Alfred wanted to have some fun teasing him. He begun kissing Arthur's neck and ears and slowly worked his way down his stomach to his waistline. He kissed all around his belly button, slowly moving down and, with more pressure, kissing and nipping the inside of Arthur's thighs, but he didn't touch him yet. He wasn't done teasing.

Alfred's kissing soon turned into licking very close to Arthur's shaft, moving achingly slowly. Alfred wanted Arthur to beg him to go further.

As Arthur started to push down on Alfred's head, he realised how hard the Brit was, so he went further and slowly starting licking at the base.

Alfred started moving his tongue up the length of the shaft. He licked the head and moved back down the other side, repeating, slowly taking just the head in his mouth. Arthur started thrusting his hips slightly, he could feel himself getting desperate.

Alfred sucked on it a little, before resuming licking and now slightly sucking the outside of his shaft, making Arthur shiver. He started taking more and more of Arthur into his mouth and slowly moving his mouth up and down. He could feel himself getting harder, Arthur's moaning was turning him on.

He wrapped his fingers tightly around Arthurs member and started to move his hand up and down at the exact same pace as his mouth. Arthur looked down at him, his face was flushed and his eyes were open, just enough for him to see the burning desire they held. Fuck, he looked sexy. Arthur was starting to lose control, he couldn't take it much longer.

"A-Alfred, I'm gonna c-come."
Alfred smirked as he tightened his grip even more, making Arthur give a load moan.

Arthur twisted his hand into Alfred's hair and threw his head back, finally realising warm in the other nation's mouth. Arthur dragged Alfred back up to his level and started roughly kissing him again.

He pushed him back onto the table and quickly ripped off his trousers, along with his boxers, and slipped his already unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders. He couldn't take it anymore, it was going too slow for his liking.

He slipped his hands through Alfred's hair, grabbing it as he reached the back of his head. he pulled him into him and deepend the kiss.

Matthew, who was still under the table, was in shock. He tried to look away, but even if he did, he could still hear them. Alfred was laid across the table in front of the one he was hiding under. Seeing them both like this, he felt sick.

Arthur pulled away from Alfred's mouth. "Turn over." he huffed as he tugged on Alfred's arm. Alfred did as he said. Right now, he wanted it just as much as Arthur.

Without a moment's notice, Arthur thrusted into him. Alfred gave a slight yelp and gritted his teeth. It hurt, not even being stretched. But, oh, was the pain worth it. He started pushing his hips back as Arthur snapped his forward.

Arthur immediately started moving, slamming into the other, their load moaning filled the room. Alfred gripped the edge of the table, squeezing his eyes shut as Arthur picked up his pace.

"Arrthuuur!" Alfred moaned, not even caring anymore if someone heard. "F-Fucking… touch me." he whimpered, his cock so desperate to be touched by the other.

Arthur did as he asked, leaning forward and wrapping his fingers around Alfred's cock under the table, jerking it in time with his thrusts. He knew he wouldn't last much longer. "Ahn… ah…" Arthur moaned, his whole body tensed as he filled Alfred up with his cum.

Feeling the warm substance enter him only caused America to shudder in pleasure, his back arched and he let out a loud moan as he came, covering the floor beneath them.

Arthur, now once again back to normal (although not completely sober), pulled out and watched as his cum dribbled out of Alfred.

Alfred, heaving for breath, opened his eyes… finally noticing his brother under the table in front of him.

Merry Christmas guys! here's chapter 10 as a present so I made it longer than usual, although for some people its up a bit early cuzz the time zones...

anyway!

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Merry Cristmas and a happy new year x ^_^

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