Chapter 11: Complicated

(Warning: Slight Sex scene, not too detailed, please don't remove my ff Q.Q, and I'm sorry I'm not the best at these scenes when their not detailed)

England slowly tossed and turned in his bed a bit, reliving the night before in his dreams, even smiling with them in his sleep. The joy, the laughter, his jacket,… the kiss… ah, the kiss. He remembered everything just in his dreams, he twitched a bit. He twitched his eyes, wrinkled his nose a bit, and slowly began to wake from his slumber. He slowly stretched his arms and legs out, turned over onto his back, then froze once he looked over.

There he was, that bloody American, sleeping like a baby next to him. He continued to stare at the American for just a minute before he lifted himself in the bed to his elbows. He took a deep breath and sighed, looking back over at America, at least nothing happened that night other then the kiss. He sat himself up more and rubbed his eyes, then finally managed to get up. He stumbled for a moment before he managed to get fully on his feet and walked out the door, quietly closing it behind him. He walked down the short hallway and the stairs then went into the kitchen. He looked around the kitchen a bit for some kind of kettle, America had said to make himself at home so he tried. He looked around and around until he finally found one all the way in the back of the cabinet. He pulled it out, almost making a mess and knocking over all the other pans, then filled it with water and placed it on the stove, turning the flame on to get the water boiling. He then looked around only to find crappy American tea bags, which only frustrated him a bit but he placed it in the tea cup. He yawned and waited until the kettle went off. He poured the hot water into the cup, stirred it around a bit, added some milk and sugar, and stirred again. He took it to the table and sat down, taking a sip, stirring it again, then taking another sip. He sat in silence drinking his morning tea like he always would, though usually it didn't taste so bad like this.

He rubbed his temples a bit, he still couldn't comprehend what had happened last night. Nothing, nothing happened, he kept telling himself. it was just… a kiss… p-people do that… He gulped a bit, couples do that… he shook his head a bit and sipped his tea more. Why does this have to be so complicated?… He growled a bit and rubbed his temples more. That idiot… that… bloody handsome… funny… charming… idiot… He growled a bit more. He put both hands to his head and tried not to think about it anymore, this whole thing was stupid, reckless, regrettable, just… stupid. "I hate you…" England whispered. "Your bloody smile… your touch… your gentle eyes… your laughter… I hate it…" he kept his hands to his head and moaned. "Why do you have to be… you…"

"Cause I'm the hero." The energetic voice of that loud American scared England and made him jump in his seat and quickly look at him.

"W-What? How long have you been standing there! ?" England's face suddenly turned red. "How much did you hear? !" America yawned a bit, his hair was messy while his glasses fell half off his face but it didn't seem like he cared as he walked over to the cabinet and took out a box of cereal, ignoring the Brit's question for a moment and only making England's flustered frustration burn more. America didn't say a thing though, he simply poured his cereal into the bowl and then his milk. He looked back over at the Brit, still flustered with anger.

"I was walking by when I heard 'Why do you have to be you?'" America smiled, that bloody smile. "And the answer is, cause I'm the hero." He laughed a bit. "You look a bit tired there Iggy."

"England!" He corrected. America put his arms up in a "don't shoot" way until the Brit's anger calmed down a bit and his angry glare looked away. "Bloody hell."

"Are you okay? You're really moody, more than usual." America took a spoon full of his cereal and took a bite. "You okay?"

"I'm fine… I'm a bit tired and you have bloody tea bags."

"Really? You're upset over the type of tea I have?" America laughed a bit. England looked away.

"Well that's not the only thing…" he mumbled but America seemed to pick up the sentence.

"What's the other thing?" America questioned. England didn't look at him. He slowly lifted himself up and tried walking out of the kitchen, away from the bloody American. But America tried to grab onto England's shoulder and stop him. "Hey, dude?"

"I'm not your friend!" England turned and slapped his hand away from him. "I'm nothing to you, understand! ?" America blinked, both in a bit of shock and total confusion. "Do you understand that! ?"

"W-What's with this?…" America gulped a bit, just as the thought things were going smooth.

"Everything that has been happening, I hate it! I don't like it! I don't like you!" England yelled, America only stared at him, clueless on what to do. "J-Just stop it!…" he began losing his attention to fight… that's not what he wanted. "Stop it…" America got closer to England, though he tried to get away again, but he stopped him and put his hands on the Brit's shoulders.

"I'm sorry." America pouted. "I didn't mean to push anything onto you… if you didn't like it, you could of just said something England."

"But I didn't want to…" he admitted and bit his upper lip a bit. America only tilted his head. "I didn't want you to stop…I-I…"

"What do you want? What is it that you want England?"

England looked down a bit. "I don't… even know…" He moved away from America's hands and let them drop. "I… I don't want things to be complicated Alfred…" America looked at him, for once taking every word in and trying to understand each one. But his serious face disappeared and he smirked a bit.

"It's always been complicated." He said. "It's too late for that. I'm involved, you're involved, it's been like this for years." England gulped a bit and looked at him. America only smiled more and grabbed onto the Brit's hands, pulling him a bit closer. "You can either forgive and forget, move on. Or, you can walk out the door and we can continue like always, fighting about the stupidest shit." England only looked at him. He slowly slipped his hands out of America's grip and turned away. "Arthur?" He walked away before America could grab onto him again, though not out the door like America had said. England made his way up the stairs and to the guest bedroom, locking the door behind him…..

Several hours began to pass as England didn't come out, not even for lunch. America sighed a bit as he sat at his desk, putting his feet up on the desk and leaning back in his chair. Complicated, he closed his eyes, it's always been complicated… since day one… He sighed. Why did England have to be so complicated? That's the only question he could think of. It wasn't him, it was England. He stopped himself, what the hell am I saying? He sat up in his chair. It's my fault too… if not entirely my fault.. The thought that it was him screwing up only made him angry and a bit embarrassed…. What to do…

He made his way up the stairs and to the guest bedroom, knocking on the door and waiting for any answer from the Brit but it seemed there was none. "England." He tried jiggling the door knob a bit and knocking again. "England can you open up?" He jiggled the knob again but there was no answer. Maybe he's asleep, America thought. He went back down the stairs to the closet by the front door, grabbing the small shoe box that was actually filled with stuff for his house, keys, flashlights, extra remotes, ect. But he grabbed the upstairs bedroom keys, put the box back in the corner of the closet, and went back up, putting the key in and unlocking the door himself. He slowly opened it, even having it creek a bit, and looked in for the Brit. England laid on the bed, faced away from the door, curled up with his knees to his chest. "England? You okay?"

England stayed silent. America came in a little more into the room and made his way in and took a seat on the edge of the bed. He tried peeking over to see if he was asleep but England flinches and turned his head towards him. "I think… I know what I want…" His voice sounded a bit dull.

"Yeah? What's tha-" England pulled the American in for a kiss before he could even finish his sentence. Their lips met again and again, gaining more passion each time then moved to the American's neck, only making him feel hotter with each kiss. England paused and pulled him close.

He whispered in the American's ear, "I want… you… to be inside me…"

America's face turned bright red, for once it was him and not England. He could see England smirking out of the corner of his eye, clearly happy with what he had started, though his face was also a bit red. America kissed England's neck as he climbed on top and began undressing him. Within a minute, their clothes were scattered on the floor.

America took his time as waves of pleasure overcame the both of them, the sounds of intense moaning filled the room. Tension build up between them, their bodies felt hot, the look on their faces only expressed more pleasure. Ecstasy overwhelmed them, pleasure simply melted them, the sound of their heavy breathing mixed with the small moans from England, louder and louder every minute. America felt his stomach twist but he ignored it as he heard England's voice whispering his name through his moans, America smiled the entire time. He seductively kissed England's lips again, his neck, his chest, his stomach, smiling with delight. He moaned with England as the Brit wrapped his arms around America's neck and pulled him closer, into him more. America kissed England's neck again, feeling his thumping pulse speed up with ever blissful movement. They took their time, slow and steady, speeding up when needed, everything felt so intense; it was breathtaking. England gasped as the climax hit, pure ecstasy. "I love you…" England whispered.

America rolled over to his back and pulled the sheets on top of them, the two of them trying to even out their breathing again. England closed his eyes and took deep breathes as his heart continued to pound uncontrollably in his chest. America smiled a bit and looked over at England, the Brit looking back as well. "You love me huh?" America chuckled a bit as England smirked.

"It's complicated…." He said. America grabbed his hand and pulled him a bit closer, having the Brit lay his head on his chest. England closed his eyes and smiled, moving his hand onto America's chest too. "So complicated…"

"Extremely complicated…"

OOOOOOO

I'M SORRY DON'T BAN ME IT WASN'T EVEN DETAILED MERP!

Ahem… yeah ^^' uuuummmm…. Just… gonna… move on now…

Thanks for reading~! I don't own anything! This is why it's M and I'm sorry I suck at yaoi if it's not RP DX