A/N: Another chapter is here readers and it is over 5,000+ words so happy reading. I apologize for late updates because of school and been dealing with personal issues, but I'm trying to sort everything out so bear with me. We are almost done everyone. And now we are now bumped up to the 'M' everyone. All innocent eyes were not harmed in this chapter :,) but warning there is lemon/lime in this. This is my, well technically, third time practicing so I hope it is all okay ^^;

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I do not own 'It Takes Two'

OCs belong to me!


Alfred sighed as he hopped into his car the next morning. He was thinking of what Toris said to him earlier and wasn't sure about his feelings for Natalya anymore. Sure she was a freak in bed, but honestly sometimes she acted coldly towards him and the rest of his family and staff. He wanted in his heart for Alice to have a motherly figure in her life; someone to look out and protect her from harm since she didn't have the opportunity to have that kind of experience with her birth mother. He was now noticing that his lovely fiancée was becoming so fascinated with his business instead of himself; asking about revenues and not how he was feeling. Was it really true love? Or was it the love of his own money getting the best and worst of him? Alfred stuck with his guns having a smidge of hope in his heart that Natalya may be the lifetime partner that both he and his little girl would adore though in a new perspective, it might be a different case with Arthur. Sure he and his previous wife do have many things in common especially their appearance and name; he wouldn't thought it was just a mere yet strange coincidence. "It's worth a shot...plus I have to say sorry to Iggs since I left him hanging." And with that he started his car and drove on towards the exit of the estate. Amelie peeked through the window of Alice's room finding Alfred leaving the estate's front gate. "It's time!" The little girl giggled knowing what Alfred was planning to do this late morning. She left Toris a message on one of the tables in the kitchen letting him know she wanted to play around the lake till lunchtime. With that done, the overly excited girl ran out the door to see the big show coming into play.


Arthur was still a little upset and embarrassed about yesterday afternoon. He shouldn't have his hopes up thinking an attractive man like Alfred F. Jones would be available anyways. He probably had some woman latching on to him acting as a trophy wife with food names of cookie, cupcake, muffin, etc. It was a hectic late morning anyways just thinking about it all. Both he and Elizabeta had to do some paper work in the main office while the children were doing their activities till the lunchtime. "Arthur, the Goofenhusers want Amelie. Their paper work just got approved at the head office," Elizabeta quietly spoke while hanging up the phone. Arthur turned red in anger and called the front office back in Manhattan immediately. He was so wound up in anger that his fingers were almost about to break the buttons off the dial. "There must be a mistake," Arthur tried to explained to one of the employers that he first got hold of, "Since when does your department approve the adoption without the case worker's approval?" While Arthur was still on the line he was explained that everything was all settled and these people would take good care of her. The Brit did agree they were supposedly 'nice' people, but this little girl was just too special he wanted her all to himself. "Have you met those people? They collect kids! They take anybody!"

"Let me explain again," Arthur calmed himself before continuing. He didn't want to get a mark off his record for immature name-calling of the girl's future parents, "I know I don't make much salary and I'm a little bit single, but I want to adopt Amelie." With a few more pleas telling the recipient on the other line of wanting to adopt the little girl of his dreams, he was denied instantly. "That bloody git!" The Brit smashed the phone on the receiver startling everyone else in the building.

Alfred sighed as he pulled up to the parking lot of the camp and parked his car. He pushed his glasses up his nose as they were slipping off again and got out of his car making his way towards the main office of the camp. Going to that building was his best chance of finding Arthur in the large camp grounds. All the buildings still looked the same on the outside the last time he was here. Alfred could see the sand volleyball courts near the lake and even the large soccer field he helped to fix up. It was like everything was set in place, bringing back many wonderful memories that were taken. "Wow this brings back memories huh?" He couldn't wait to see what else the place had in store for him. The American started walking towards the stairs of the building and was surprised to see Arthur there on the balcony of the second floor contemplating about something in mind.

The Brit was just too angry after that very bad phone call. So, he took a breather on the porch looking at the scenery ahead hoping the tranquility of the sky, sun, and even the calm depths of the lake below would suffice him. He was tempted to take a 'drag' from one of his cigarettes in his pocket, but he had promised Amelie that he would cut down and possibly stop. That little girl really cared about his health and well-being. She wanted him to be here forever and ever. He would always smile from that, but looking at the scenery in front of him was slightly making him feel a little bit better. He just couldn't believe that his department would automatically take her in before his consent. Like he felt betrayed, letting all that hard work go to waste. "Bloody stupid bastards!" He didn't even notice the American cellphone billionaire was a few steps away from him.

Alfred was surprised at hearing the Brit curse at a children's camp, but smiled inwardly when he heard him curse because, let's face it, British accents made anything sound sexy or cute. "Hey what's wrong Iggy? Someone pull a prank on ya?" Arthur was about to give the next person he sees a 'no tomorrow', "What?!" He craned his head with his eyes popping inward that he never expected Alfred F. Jones in the flesh. "A-Alfred what are you doing here!?"

Alfred chuckled and cracked a small smile, "Well I came here to apologize for what happened yesterday. But now I see I might have to report you for the foul language Mr. Kirkland~" The cocky American replied teasingly in a joking manner. Arthur started to blush red crossing his arms in angered state, "Well excuse you! I'm just having some trouble with my kid!" He really wanted to adopt the little girl, but with the funding not at par it was no way. Another family already had 'dibs' of taking her away. That tore his heart apart greatly. Alfred was surprised at what Arthur said and was taken back. He forgot for a moment that Arthur was a social worker; automatically he thought maybe it was the same kid from yesterday that Arthur mentioned. For some odd reason he felt a little twinge in his heart but shook it off to ask. "Is she the same girl from yesterday?"

"Yeah," Arthur bend forward on the railing on the deck looking at the children playing 'football'. "She is like a daughter to me." He gave a sad smile seeing his little girl playing out in the field. In her expression she was having a good time with her friends. It would be sad to let it all go.

Alfred sighed and did the same as Arthur looking out into the distance. He just relaxed against the railing looking out on towards the lake instead of the crowds reminiscing of his little girl, "Well that must suck. I don't know what I would do or who would I be without my princess. I feel bad now."

"It's okay, just got to try to make the best out of it," Arthur stood up from the railing not losing his focus at the American. Alfred shook his head, "No...it's not that. I feel bad because I only now realize how heartbroken I would be if I lost my daughter. I've been sending her away to a boarding school in England, where her mother grew up and been totally ignoring her ever since she came back. I've only got to spend this whole week with her now."

"Oh I see," Arthur crossed his arms thinking what to say, "I apologize. That must be difficult." Alfred sighed and nodded, "You never know what you've got till it's gone."

Arthur nodded along, "You just got to make every second count. Time flies fast you know. With just a blink of an eye you would wonder where it all went." Alfred nodded in agreement before standing up straight, "Sorry for the bad mood. I came here to apologize and instead here I am grieving. Well I am very sorry Arthur for leaving you all al-" Alfred was cut off by a sudden growl that came from his stomach. "If you are sorry then give me your car-," Arthur smirked back and made a couple of chuckles from hearing the American's stomach gurgle.

Alfred chuckled and inwardly cursed his stomach for that sudden noise, "How about you treat me to some grub then we'll talk about giving cars away."

"Hmm I suppose. It's my kid's turn to help serve this afternoon. If you are interested in macaroni and cheese?"

Alfred grinned back; just hearing the name of 'mac n cheese' would set his heart soaring high. "That sounds delicious! I'm kinda sick of fancy food right now."

"Then follow me," Arthur looked at the office window seeing Elizabeta mouthing sliently 'is that him?' Arthur couldn't help but blush as a 'yes' back. Elizabeta did remember the night before of Arthur going off on tangents about how he and this guy just met after riding with Amelie. She never knew his man was the actual owner of the camp! She was all in smiles and glees of seeing them together walking down the staircase. Arthur was still in twists and knots escorting his guest down the way. He had to keep reminding himself it wasn't a date. Tend to think of it, it was like a business meeting. This man was the owner of the camp and all, and they didn't get to discuss anything about the camp yesterday. Yes. They could eat and just talk about the camp only. The man would probably be more interested with the kids and activities over the Brit himself. Alfred nodded and followed the Brit down, taking advantage of the situation of being front him. Alfred's eyes wondered slowly down, checking out the Brit's bottom and he was happy to say that Arthur had a mighty perfect ass. Two perfect globes just squished together underneath that mesh of cloth. It was a lovely sight in the American's eyes. Alfred would know, he was an ass man after all and he wouldn't deny that, even though his brother always teased him about it.

Once they got to the mess hall, Arthur picked out a table letting them sit down on the empty bench. The children were flying through the doors hungry in their tiny stomachs for a delicious lunch. Alfred inspected that the table in front of him had been already set up with plates, silverware, a pitcher of ice tea, and some bread and butter on the side. Alfred lifted his head back up in the open crowd finding all the hungry kids were slamming their silverware simultaneously against the wooden tables for the food to finally arrive.

Alfred was surprised at how things worked here and smiled when he looked around. He finally rested his gaze on Arthur and laughed taking in the scene, "Are they always like this when it's time to eat?" He questioned still smiling with joy. "Like every meal on every day? Then yes," Arthur placed his paper napkin on his lap very dainty.

Alfred laughed at this and shook his head in amusement, "Wow you guys must have your hands full with the little rugrats!"

"We keep them in line at times, but they are precious," Arthur smiled while the kitchen doors opened finding many of the kids moving out in rows holding bowls of the 'mac n cheese'. Arthur spotted Amelie carrying her own serving bowl of the entre. The bowl could even be bigger than her head. Alice had to concentrate to not drop anything onto the floor taking baby steps to drop off the package. "There she is," Arthur waved out for the little girl to come over with her big bowl of macaroni. Alice tilted her head forward finding Arthur to come join, though it turned out to be a rather unnerving surprise to see the one person she didn't want to see next the Brit: her own father. Thank goodness Alfred wasn't looking in the same direction. Alice had to give a secretive smile that her Father kept staring at Arthur the entire time. It was very cute to admire, but right now was not the perfect time. She had to get out of her quickly running back inside the protective walls of the kitchen so no one including Arthur would suspect her.

"Ah. Well as so long as the kids don't go ape crazy right?" The American kept chuckling along before he turned around to see who he was waving towards. He didn't get a good glimpse of the girl running away. Maybe she was shy. He could understand that.

"Right..." Arthur gave a sigh when seeing Amelie run off. While Bella was passing their table, he quickly grabbed the girl's arm wanting to get her attention.

"Bella, do you know where Amelie is?" Bella was hesitating when answering to her counselor, "She was behind me ..then I don't know." The little girl did not like to be under pressure. Arthur already noticed hearing the girl spewing 've v eve ve ve'. He calmly gave her a smile of assuring that she wouldn't be in trouble. The little girl calmed her spews and listened closely.

"Could you bring her over here please?"

"Sure," Bella placed her bowl of 'mac n cheese' and went towards the kitchen doors hoping to find Amelie. "I swear I need to keep taps on this girl she keeps running off."

Alfred smiled at Arthur and chuckled, "She sounds a lot like my Alice. Recently she runs off and then comes back, it's a bit unusual but I don't mind as long as she's having fun."

"Amelie just leaves me on a bloody cliffhanger whenever she disappears," Arthur broke some bread and nibbled on it. "There you are Am!" Bella found the little girl hiding away behind the door. "Iggy needs to see you!" The girl kept giggling finding it silly that her friend would play 'hide n seek' that a time like this.

"B-but!" As Alice was in a tight grip from the girl, she took one of the chef's hats, that was on the counter, to hide her identity from her father. "There they are?" Arthur raised a brow finding Amelie's head covered by the chef's hat as she made her appearance in front of his guest.

Alfred grinned and started to drink another glass of the sweetened ice-tea. He turned around to see Arthur's kid hiding her face with the chef hat and raised his eyebrow. He looked towards Arthur for an explanation before laughing softly. The Brit couldn't have been anymore embarrassed in this situation.

"Amelie take the hat off," Arthur sighed. They are in front of guests after all; the little girl should've had some manners especially in front of the man who paid the funding of this camp. Bella reacted back taking the hat off, leaving the girl pale as a ghost. She'll be caught. Everything will be ruined. Luckily, her Dad didn't see her just yet. Alice had to think of something. Dimitre was walking with his bowl of the macaroni when it hit her. She extended her foot out in the boy's direction eventually tripping him to lose his bowl that unfortunately landed on the American's head. Alfred's head was completely covered in cheese with some of the noodles drooping down from his chin.

Alfred was silent when he felt the macaroni stick over his hair and bit his lip when he felt pressure from the bowl's rim touching on what he liked to call Nantucket. Everyone in the room was completely silent seeing the macaroni disaster except a particular Brit who couldn't stop a little snort coming from his nose. He had to cover his blushing face from exposing anything. Alfred took the bowl off his head before grabbing some of the macaroni and tempting to throw it at Arthur. With a heroic grin he shouted out to the heavens, "FOOD FIGHT!"

"You wouldn't dare!" Arthur found the American contemplating of throwing the messy noodles. Once he did the Brit was shocked and started to dump his ice tea on the man. Alice headed off in the empty kitchen finding Amelie very happy, "I almost had a heart attack watching that from outside! I can't believe you did that!" The girl pulled Alice into a victory hug for good work.

"I can't believe either! What are you doing here?" Alice questioned back trying to catch her breath, letting herself out of the hug. "Oh I overheard your Dad last night wanting to see Iggy!"

"That makes sense then."

"Daww I want to be in that!" Amelie stared in the crease of the doors finding many types of food flinging about. "If you are out there you'll be caught!" Alice reminded, making the girl pout for a while. Amelie understood the situation. It would've been 'game over' for the both of them if either of them would've been caught.

Alfred stared back in shock before grabbing the remaining ice-tea, throwing it at Arthur and laughed. Both girls were in awe watching their guardians enjoying themselves. Amelie sighed as she stared to notice the big mess starting to double, no, triple in the mess hall. "And now who do you think gots to clean all that up!" She whined. Sure it was fun being in the mess, but the little girl couldn't have been caught dead cleaning up the mess. "I'm happy your Dad is oblivious!" Amelie stared at Alice with a grin.

"Well he is whenever food is around," Alice gave a couple of giggles. Arthur kept throwing anything he had on sight towards the American. That American would throw a couple of noodles in his face, how dare him!

Amelie giggled at that and nodded, "I'm surprised he's not fat!" Alfred sneezed once before he threw a few rolls at Arthur and even a cream pie that he found on one of the carts near the wall. He laughed when it didn't hit Arthur, but a white haired bystander [aw yeah Gilbert bout to come in!] and tried not to die of laughter when the stranger was frozen still with his red eyes flaring with revenge against whoever threw that pie.

"That's my Dad!" Alice smiled, "Come on!" Alice took Amelie's hand when she noticed Arthur leaving the mess hall. Amelie nodded and followed Alice with a wide smile towards the back door. She didn't have this much fun since she beat Dimitre! Gilbert kept his silence for a few more seconds before letting out a loud chuckle. "Kesesese you're going down man!" He shouted before grabbing many pies and handfuls of potato salad and chucked them at Alfred. Most of the pies hit the American in the bulls-eye and he was lucky to dodge the potato salad.


Arthur got out of the rut of a food storm and calmly sat on the porch stairs, taking a breather. "Daddy! You need to be out here now!" Alice mumbled to herself while she and Amelie were hiding behind a rack of canoes that were leaning against the building.

Alfred started throwing a few more things towards Gilbert before he ran off outside because a female worker came in and started to destroy Gilbert with her moves of pie throwing and macaroni tossing. Amelie sighed in relief when she saw Alfred go out walking in the same direction where Arthur was.

"Look at you. It was like a volcano of food just exploded on you," Arthur teased back seeing the American a total wreak from the food flinging. Alfred chuckled and looked towards Arthur. He took off his glasses and cleaned them before putting them back on. "I'd say something, but I know you're right. You aren't squeaky clean yourself."

"Hmm true," Arthur stood up trying to wipe up any food that was left off his shirt. "I can't believe you threw that at me."

Alfred smiled and shrugged, "Heat of the moment Iggs!"

"I am not Iggy!" Arthur fought back, "My name is Arthur!" The red face Brit crossed his arms in annoyance. "Then how about Artie~?" Alfred teased out.

"Ha ha ha," Arthur stuck his tongue out to mock the American more. Alfred smirked for his opportunity holding Arthur's tongue in place between his two fingers. "Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ We can't teach that to the young ones now can we~" The American kept chuckling at the sight below him. He was technically an inch or two taller than the Brit.

"Ret go!" Arthur tried to fight back for his appendage. Alice couldn't help but to giggle at the sight. It was so sweet her teeth could've fallen out. She had to cover her mouth to prevent them to fall. Alfred grinned and shook his head in denial, "Not unless you do me a favor cupcake~"

"Hmm?" Arthur started to flush red while his tongue was still held captive. Amelie giggled as well before realizing something. She accidentally had gotten her hands on one of the romance novels Arthur had and was starting to get what was going on. "Hey Alice…?"

"What?" Alice whispered back listening in to what Amelie was about to say. She couldn't take her eyes off both Alfred and Arthur.

Alfred moved closer and let his voice drop, "Kiss me?" The taller man whispered as he let go of Arthur's tongue. "Wa-Wa?" Then all of a sudden Arthur could feel the pressure of Alfred's lips against his own. He was stunned, though, he gladly kissed back from the sensation. "Uh...we should get out of here..." Amelie whispered to her friend. Alice was all in smiles gushing at her Dad kissing Arthur, "Why? They really are in love!" Amelie sighed as she finally managed to pull the Alice away to look at her.

Alfred smiled when Arthur started kissing him back and wrapped his arms around the Brit's waist before his hands started wandering a bit down south, fondling with his clothed bum. Amelie blushed and shook her head, "Alice we got to go now! We don't know if it's love or lust!" The girl 'whispered shouted' to her friend before dragging her away. She was so embarrassed to know the definition of lust, but she knew it could have been a possibility. Only her reliable case worker would have a stash of romantic novels in his office. It was Dimmy's fault after all wanting to find them! Amelie would barf just from that memory, but she had to leave immediately.

"B-but..B-ut.." Alice could get a few words out while Amelie was dragging her away to a safe location.

"You need to be taught the birds and the bees."

"Birds and what?" Alice said in a confused tone.

"Never mind," Amelie said with a sigh.

Arthur kept the kiss continuing by letting his arms wrap around the American's neck. He pulled away in a mere seconds giving himself a few breaths, "There's showers close by." Bringing in the obvious they are still are covered in food. Throughout that first kiss, the American tasted like the creamy cheddar cheese along with the ice tea. It really did taste delicious. Alfred smirked and nodded feeling his pants are starting to get tighter. "Lead the way," He said breathlessly.

Arthur took the American's hand eagerly and escorted them to the boys' showers. Apparently the clean-up crew was assigned to clean them around this time of the day so the Brit had another idea: the lake.

Alfred followed and pinched Arthur's lovely ass before looking disappointed because the bathroom wasn't open prompting Arthur to let out a little squeak from the pressure. Arthur remembered of a private area off the camp's borders so no one from the camp would get a bird's eye view from what they may do in their activities. Through many twists and turns on the path, they encountered a beautiful scenery of lilies and pebble rocks along the shore line. Alfred smiled when they finally arrived to the lake. It was that same smile when he went to this exact spot eight years ago with Alice. The water look very blue, the sand very soft to the touch, even the sun shined the brightest at this exact spot. It was wonderful. He didn't know that Arthur had known about this little hideaway. "You like? I found this spot a few years ago when I first started working here. I come here just to think and relax, it calms me," Arthur blushed down not tempting to look at the American with his own emerald gems. "Alfred?"

The American returned back from his trance to answer, "Yeah. I do, very beautiful." Alfred smiled back not referring to the lake. He didn't want to dwell on the past anymore, right now he wanted to focus on his present which was Arthur. They don't know each other that long, but he just wanted him right now. His body craved every curve, line, and piece that the Brit's body could offer him. The American's pants started to get even tighter just imagining the treasures hiding beneath that clothing. He never did it in water during the time he had spent here with Alice, but heard from a good friend that it was great and also more relaxing. Having straight up intercourse on the sand would get messy even for himself dealing with getting sand in his eyes, etc. He easily picked up Arthur bridal style and started kissing him deeply. Their second kiss, even better than the first. Arthur felt he was on pure fire, feeling the adrenaline course throughout his veins. He continued, giving the man many kisses back as possible around Alfred's strong neck, anywhere if skin was visible to the naked eye. Arthur was hit so badly by this man's influence. He was just so damn perfect with his 'sunkissed' skin that was touched by sun, a well-toned six-pack that the Brit desired to touch with his soft fingertips. He was very curious what may be below in the deep abyss, his own pants started to snug as well. Was it this bad obsessing this beautiful man? Doesn't he have a girlfriend? Then a horrible thought came to mind. Maybe he was the 're-bound' perhaps? That phone call from yesterday did sound like they were arguing. That may be a good prediction as to why the Brit would consider himself as a 're-bound'. It didn't matter anyways. He wanted Alfred just as bad, letting the man dominate every course of his own body. He left the worry behind, enjoying the moment.

Alfred kicked off his shoes and walked straight into the water holding Arthur in his arms, never letting go. As soon as he got waist deep into the water he changed how he was carrying Arthur so that the Brit could straddle his hips. Arthur really appreciated the new position, smirking, feeling the American's hardened tent against his bum. He kindly made suggestive gestures of moving his hips slow and steady, letting the American moan out of wanting his member to escape from the confines of his own pants. He quickly responded back letting his hands cupping Arthur's bottom, wanting to continue the dance letting more kisses wander down Arthur's neck. He wanted to leave many marks on his neck as a claim, his own.

Arthur felt the water sweeping in his clothing, but Alfred's kisses made up for it. He was in pure bliss having the American's subtle lips against the line of his neck letting a powerful moan escape from his plump, swollen lips. Alfred pulled away and grinned when he saw a pure color purple mark on Arthur neck as a good accomplishment he bit down against the dainty skin close the Brit's collar bone. His confided member eagerly twitched hearing the screams and moans. Oh how he wanted to take him against the calm currents of the lake. Arthur was very close, the tent in his undergarments was getting too much to handle, wanting its release out of its confines. "A-Alfred..."

Alfred hummed and looked at Arthur letting their hips still sway in motion. His eyes were clouded in lust and dare he say love as well. Alfred started to kiss Arthur's neck again before going to bite on his ear lobe lightly, preventing any more damage to the skin. "What is it...Artie?"

"I-it's a home run," Arthur replied back letting his body loose, out of control. He couldn't focus on anything except him. He truly felt he had fallen in love for the first time.

Alfred's eyes widen as he pulled Arthur even closer, letting his hands slide inside the Brit's backside. He was right of those perfect globes hidden behind the soaked cloth. They were two perfect peaches that were ripened to the best. "Y-You r-really mean it..?" The American whispered as he felt a new fire kindle in his heart. Something he never felt ever since Alice had died.

"Y-yes..." Arthur replied back kissing the American with full force. He slipped his fingers through the buttons of Alfred's shirt, finally obtaining one of his desires feeling the tight, grip six pack of muscles against his cool skin. They were very hot to the touch almost sprouting sparks of the Brit's finger tips as he continued trailing down south meeting the man's impressive 'v' line.

"I-I really..u-uh...l-like you.."

"M-me too," Arthur mumbled back trying to let the American's pants lose to find his buried treasure.

Alfred was delighted when he heard those words come out of Arthur's mouth. Alfred parted Arthur's buttocks and teased his entrance with one of his fingers before he entered. He moaned as he felt how tight Arthur was around with only one of his fingers.

Arthur felt the tension from his back rear biting his lip from the sudden intrusion. He really didn't want to scream as loudly as before letting the American get all the glory. Thank goodness that their little getaway was very secluded. No one would hear a peep, nothing. Alfred grinned as he added a second finger inside and started scissoring. He again continued where we left off leaving more 'love bites' around the collar of Arthur's neck.

Arthur was too wrapped up with Alfred's fingers sliding in and out of his stretched entrance forgetting his own prize hidden behind a button and zipper. He finally got the button and zipper opened revealing Alfred's released member. He automatically grabbed a hold on the hardened flesh, stroking its length from the tip to the base. Arthur noticed that Alfred's was doubled in size compared to his own. There was a worry that not all could intrude. "Y-you tease..." Arthur bit the inside of his cheek of the wandering two fingers splitting him in half. He tried to keep his mind more occupied by letting the member in hand get good vibrations.

Alfred groaned in pleasure as his length was being teased. "S-Say's the m-man whose t-teasing me..." He growled out playfully before he added in a third finger and started to search for Arthur's prostate.

Arthur spurted out another moan once his prostate was struck for the first time. The American really had a good aim that kept going and going and going. Arthur was becoming limper, letting his body rock onto the three digits. "Again..." Arthur had to rest his head on the man's shoulder to steady his balance. Treading water while performing these excruciating activities took extra energy to use.

Alfred nodded and did it again, striking Arthur's prostate multiple times. "Y-You're so..t-tight.." He moaned out as he kept thrusting his fingers into Arthur's tight entrance.

"You won't fit..." The Brit kept moaning while he could feel the American bucking in his hand.

Alfred chuckled lowly and started kissing Arthur once again, trailing his kisses down to Arthur's chest then back up to his soft lips. "You don't know that," He whispered out before slowing down his fingers. "We both won't know until we try it Arthur."

"W-wait..." Arthur still blushed and was close to finishing, "I meant to ask you about yesterday…who is the girl on your phone?" Why would that thought pop back into his head just now? Arthur mentally kicked himself in the head of ever mentioning it. He really hoped that this girl wasn't that close towards Alfred. It would've been a nightmare that came true if it did.

Alfred paused his movements before realizing what he had done. He stopped and looked at Arthur with sad eyes, pulling his fingers out, "I-I'm so sorry...s-she...she is my fiancée...we were planning on getting married in a month..." He whispered sadly and looked torn. Alfred really didn't want this to happen. He really had cared for Arthur but there was Natalya.

"I knew it," Arthur quietly whispered. "I really am something to get on the side then..I should've known." Arthur started to swim back towards the shore. "I'll help you..thanks for the fun..it was nice meeting you..good luck at the camp." When Arthur got to shore he pulled is half done pants up not revealing anymore skin to the American's eyes. "We could've had something I felt it really. It was like 'can't eat, can't sleep, reach for the stars over the fence, world series kind of stuff."

"What! No! Arthur wait!" Alfred shouted swimming after Arthur in a quick pace not wanting the Brit to leave so soon. Once he got onto shore he grabbed Arthur's hand, "Please wait Arthur!"

Arthur took the American's hand out of his hold, "Goodbye Mr. Jones." He took off towards his cabin to dry off. The girls came back out of hiding waiting for both of their guardians to arrive back into the camp grounds. Alice got a view of Arthur first walking back alone, "He doesn't look too happy." The little girl started to get nervous, "I hope Daddy didn't anything wrong." Once the girls spotted the Brit entering the counselors' suites they noticed Alfred walking slowly back from the same path.

Alfred sighed and looked down. "I'm sorry..." He whispered before fisting his hands and started walking towards his car. He started thinking about what Arthur said as he drove to his home. "Can't eat can't sleep, reach for the starts over the fence, world series kinda stuff huh..damn it...I just ruined my chance with the most amazing guy ever.." The American groaned out in misery. Amelie sighed and groaned at the same time, "No...It has to be that fudging Natalya chick! She ruins everything!"

"Grown ups. But we can't give up!" Alice pleaded Amelie to have hope, "Third times a charm right?"

Amelie sighed and nodded, "Third times the charm."


A/N: Have some hope guys :,) Like the girls just said 'third times a charm' Okay guys I'm working well experimenting on a new story. I will reveal it when we are getting to the end of this one but I'm working on characters to get everything organized. It will be a Hetalia fanfic. But I would need your guys' help. When you review please write what anime girl(from any anime you could think of) would fit a princess role. They could be an actual princesses or girls who you think would be a princess. See you next time!