UPDATE 4th July 2015

I AM STILL ALIVE AND I AM BACK, REALLY SORRY IF YOU HAVE BEEN FOLLOWING THIS AND I JUST DISAPPEARED BUT I AM WORKING ON IT AGAIN AND IT SHOULD BE UP SOON! X)

Hey everyone, it's midnight in the UK so it's Christmas! as I said last year, it may differ if your in a different time zone (So don't complain about it being early this year... yeah, some people actually pointed that out last Christmas, even though I mentioned it XD) Anyway, Merry Christmas! Hope you enjoy Chapter 17! and Don't forget to review because it's always good to know who is still following this.

They both turned as a familiar voice echoed from the door. Alfred walked towards them, a fed-up look displayed on his face, his usually energetic blue eyes dim.

"Arthur stop! Just, put him down, okay?"

It took a second to sink in, there was no way he was serious. Arthur stared at him blinking a few times in confusion.

"But, Alfred, he!-"

"I fucking know what he's done! I know he's a complete and utter ass hole! But, If you don't stop fighting with him he always will be that way, so put him down!" Alfred clenched his fists at his sides, mirroring that of child having a tantrum. Arthur frowned.

"If I kill him there'll be no reason for us to worry about him being an-"

"Arthur!" Alfred shouted, his voice seeming to make the room shake. Arthur did what Alfred told him to do and dropped Francis, turning back to glare at him.

Alfred took a deep breath and paused, like he was contemplating his next move. "Say sorry."

His mouth gaped open in shock. Why didn't Alfred want him dead as much as he did? It's true you can't actually kill a nation, but at least he could make him wish he was dead. Besides, there was no way he was saying anything close to an apology to him.

"What!? Are you mad?"

"Just do it!"

Arthur grumbled muttering a few curse words under his breath and looked back to Francis, who stood rubbing his neck, seeming just as surprised as he was at Alfred's unexpected demand.

"…I…"

He looked back at Alfred, hoping for him to say he was only joking, but he just stood with his arms folded and stared at him expectantly. Arthur sighed, gritting his teeth as he turned back to Francis.

"…I'm, sorry…" Arthur felt like he'd been punched in the stomach. that was probably the hardest thing he had ever had to say. Especially since he knew how undeserved it was.

Arthur hastily walked back out the door, dragging Alfred behind him, only letting go of his arm when they got back out into the hallway. He relaxed with a sigh, slipping his hands into his pockets. He waited a minute before looking up at the taller blonde who was walking at his side in silence.

"Why did you just do that?" he had clear annoyance in his voice, he could see no reason why he shouldn't have just killed that bastard.

"Like I said, if you keep fighting with him it'll just make him worse." Alfred's tone sounded more sad than annoyed. Although he had a point, Arthur hated anything that involved him being nice to the frog.

He turned his eyes to the ground as Alfred raised his eyebrows at him, and as annoying and unusual as it was, Alfred was right. France being a country he couldn't really be killed. Who knows what that would start if he tried?

"Yeah, well I still don't see why you made me apologize after what he did…" Arthur scowled at the ground for a moment biting his lip "At least he'll be gone tomorrow."

The taller of the pair paused and looked down at him a little surprised.

"Wait, didn't you hear?"

"Didn't I hear what?" Arthur stopped inquisitively turning to him.

"There's a huge storm forecast, all fights have been cancelled. None of the planes are allowed to take off until it clears up"

No. Arthur hadn't heard about it. He'd been too wrapped up in all of the drama to even have a chance to watch the news.

"Great, so he's going to be here until God knows when?"

Alfred chuckled, grabbing Arthur's hand.

"Yep, but so am I."

Arthur smiled, realizing that maybe it could actually be an opportunity to have a little free time with Alfred.

If it was bad enough that none of them could leave, he doubted he would have many meetings. Arthur pulled him closer so their shoulders touched.

"Well, I guess it's not all bad then."

Arthur smiled and felt his lips crack and something warm dribble down his face. He didn't know when, but at some point one of them must have managed to hit him because his lip was bleeding, badly. Alfred sighed, cupping his face in his hands.

"Come on, let's go clean that up."

He led him to his bedroom and sat him down on the bed before leaving the room to return a short time later with a few tissues. He wiped up the blood and gently dabbed the cut (well as gently as he could, being Alfred). Arthur replaced his hand holding the tissue as Alfred stood up and slipped his jacket off. He realized Arthur wasn't the only one bleeding, somehow he'd ended up with a long but thin cut across his waist. It must have been from when Arthur had chased him in the hall way. Alfred ran into a lot more stuff than he would like to admit. He took off his slightly blood blotched shirt and dropped it on the floor, looking around for something to dab his waist with.

"Here," Arthur said. He held out a bit of the tissue Alfred had given him. Taking it, he and sat down next to him and wiped the cut. Nothing was said for a while until Arthur broke the silence with a chuckle. Alfred looked up at him.

"What?", Alfred's lips playing for a smile.

"Look at us, we always end up a mess." Alfred laughed with him. It was true, it did seem to always end up that way. He shook his head.

"What happened, how did we get here?"

Arthur shrugged his shoulders. "Francis had a camera phone."

"You had one too many at a Christmas party" Alfred chuckled playfully, poking Arthur in the chest.

"Hey I-"Arthur started to protest but stopped when he saw the look on Alfred's face. He knew what he could be like.

"Ok, well maybe I do go over my limits, once in a while." a quirky smile made its way on to Alfred's face.

"What was that?"

"You heard me. Don't push it, git."

Alfred lay across his lap and smiled up at him. "Or what? You won't do anything, you love me too much, remember?"

"Oh, I can think of something I could do." Arthur smirked, his hands moving over Alfred's bare chest, soon followed by his mouth leading up to Alfred's lips. Alfred's arms automatically wrapped themselves around Arthur's neck, sitting back up to deepen the kiss. He separated, looking into Arthur's gem like green eyes.

"I missed you."

A smile slipped across Arthur's face, and he placed a kiss on Alfred's neck. "I missed you too,"

He continued kissing him, slowly pulling away the covers and leading him on to his back. He pushed his hands up Alfred's bare chest as he climbed on top of him. Bending in closer to whisper in his ear, he purred, "And I missed touching you."

Alfred smiled, his eyes fluttering as Arthur moved further down, leaving behind a trail of kisses and positioned himself in between Alfred's legs as he begun to pull off his trousers. Once they were completely off, he crawled forward lifting Alfred's legs slightly.

Alfred closed his eyes and braced himself for Arthur's entry, but it never came. He felt a hand slowly massaging his torso and warm breath as the other man continued to kiss his neck making his breath catch. Alfred shivered, sparks flying down his spine. It was deep, it was passionate, it was... gentle? Arthur was being gentle, but how? There was no biting, no pinning to the bed. What had happened to those fierce teeth and desperate hands? Arthur's lips moved down Alfred's neck, his hands gently rubbing the insides of his thighs leading up to his quickly hardening member, but never actually giving it any attention. His whole body tensed screaming for more. It was agonizing torture. Alfred let out a small whining sound as the warm mouth left his neck. Arthur sat back and pulled off his own trousers and his already unbuttoned shirt before he leaned in, pulling him into a kiss.

Once again Arthur broke the kiss, but this time it was to grab something out of the bedside drawer. Arthur poured a bit of lube onto his hands and got back on top of Alfred. Warm tongues laced together in their mouths, and Alfred couldn't help but let out long deep moan as Arthur slid one of his fingers in to his entrance. A second one soon joined and he began to scissor them until the third could squeeze in at their side. A painful hiss escaped Alfred's mouth with the third, it had been a while and he had tightened quite a bit.
Arthur pulled back so there faces were a few inches apart and looked down at his lover with worry. "Sorry, did I hurt you love?"

Alfred lightly blushed at the warm, comforting tone in his voice.
"No, it's fine, please don't stop,", Arthur pulled away his glasses, placing them on the bed side table and Alfred covered his eyes with one of his arms taking deep breaths trying to relax his muscles. Arthur smirked, leaning back in leaving a small kiss on his nose, continuing with his fingers. He soon removed them, positioning himself at Alfred's entrance.

"Ready?" He whispered.

"Ummhumm" he hummed with a nod, and with the go ahead, Arthur began to slowly push into him. Alfred groaned, the arm over his eyes reaching up to pull Arthur closer desperate for his touch. He wasn't just imagining it, Arthur was acting different. Could it really be gone?

Alfred couldn't restrain the moans from slipping out. Arthur was moving slowly, almost teasingly, his hands roaming over his body, tracing his muscles and rubbing his ribs. His mouth had found his, their slick mussels slowly massaging each other's mouths. For the first time it actually felt like they were making love. Not that he didn't enjoy it when Arthur was rough but it felt a bit more like just hot sex than love making. Arthur slowly shifted his hips pulling out and pushing back in in a slow rhythm, hitting Alfred's sweet spot on every entry. Alfred slipped his hands up Arthur's back and up into his hair, pulling him down into a deeper kiss as Arthur's pace slowly started to increase. Their grip on each other grew stronger as they parted mouths. They were both breathing heavily, too close to the edge to do anything other than hold each other close and keep moving. Alfred's back arched as Arthur increased his speed even further finally bringing him to a release.

"I-I love you, Arthur."

The way Alfred moaned his name did it, Arthur lent forward as he followed the man bellow him.

"I love you too, Alfred."

Arthur pulled out, leaving behind a white trail and moved onto his side as they both lay side by side panting. Alfred looked to the side at Arthur, who had his eyes on the ceiling. He thought for a minute in silence, ridding out his current high.

"…Arthur, What just happened?" Alfred finally questioned as he rolled onto his side.

"What do you mean?" Alfred stared at him for a moment. He was serious, he didn't realize. He began to play with the bed sheets, twisting them in-between his fingers nervously.

"Well, you, uh, you were being unusually gentle?"

"What do you mean unusually gent-"Arthur paused in realization of what he was talking about. He didn't feel it, it didn't happen, he was totally in control of what he did. Alfred hesitantly grabbed his arm bringing him to look back at him.

"Is it gone?"

"I don't know... I, think so." Arthur frowned, seeming confused. Alfred reached over pulling him back to face him with a smile before leaning in giving him another sweet kiss. Arthur pulled Alfred closer so he could slip his arms around him, gliding his fingers up into his hair as it came to rest on his chest. They were silent for a while, just enjoying each other's company.

"Alfred?" Arthur was the first one to speak again.

"Yeah?" he answered, his voice growing sleepy.

Arthur nuzzled his nose into his hair. "Please don't ever do anything like that again, you really scared me. Come to me next time, okay?"

Alfred smiled and squeezed him tightly around the waist. "I won't."

Nothing else was said between them and soon the two of them fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning Arthur was awakened to a knocking at the door. He sighed, looking down at Alfred who had wrapped his arms and legs around him in his sleep. He looked adorable, Arthur hated the fact he had to disturb him and tried to ignore the knocking, but it only grew louder. He stroked his hand through Alfred's hair down to his arm and gently shook him.

"Alfred. Alfred."

Alfred's eyes slowly flickered open and he looked up as his blurry vision cleared and he could see Arthur.

"There's someone at the door, I need to get up"

Alfred let out a long irritated groan. "But I don't wanna move… you're so warm…" he rubbed his head against Arthur's chest. Arthur smiled and kissed him on the top of his head.

"I know, I don't want to move either, but there's someone at the door."

Alfred squeezed him tighter. "Just ignore it. How would they know you herd them?"

The knocking continued despite the amount of time they had been laid there.

"Come on Alfred, I'll see what they want then come right back, okay?"

Arthur couldn't move until he let go. The boy had an amazing grip and that strength of his didn't help. Alfred eventually sighed and rolled off of him, sitting up.

"Thank you." he said, stretching. As much as he would have liked to lay there, the person at the door was being incredibly demanding. Arthur was getting hot being wrapped up in Alfred's body heat and covers all night, anyway.

Arthur got out of bed and slipped his dressing gown on, throwing the other one to Alfred.

"If you're getting up, you might want to cover yourself."

He walked out the room and heard Alfred getting out of bed behind him. As he approached the door, the knocking came again.

"Okay, I'm coming!"

He unlocked the door growling, as it opened to reveal Francis. Was he really here? Who has that much nerve?

"What do you want?"

He snarled, his eyebrows knotting together in annoyance. Francis smirked at him leaning in on the door frame as Alfred came down to join them. Alfred was clearly as happy to see him as Arthur was, though a small grin slipped onto the boy's face as he saw Arthur's handwork. Francis had a dark circle outlining one of his eyes and you could just see the bruise marks from Arthur's fingers finding their way out of his collar. Because they were countries, they healed pretty quickly, so to still show that much the next day, they must have been bad.

"Had fun last night, did we?" He poked eyeing there loosely tied dressing gowns.

"What do you want, frog?!" Arthur interrupted him. He couldn't be bothered to put up with his perverted babbling so early in the morning.

"Oh nothing… you know, you two should be nice. Besides, I still have those pictures. Or, do you just want me to just go ahead and share them?"

Hey everyone, Merry Christmas!... again ^_^ hope you enjoyed chapter 17 the next one is already half done, so hopefully it should be up soon as well. Thanks for bearing with me for so long even though sometimes the updates take forever (Writers block sucks... T.T). anyway Follow Favourite and REVIEW, and again if you have any suggestions of what you want to see later in the story, leave it in the review or message me. Also for the people who did last chapter, if I use any of your suggestions they will be in the next chapter because I already had this one all planed out :3.

Thanks to my editor, Casey Hence.

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