It had been about three months since the whole incident occurred. England had sent his past self back after making sure his memory was wiped. He could not possibly fathom the catastrophic consequences that would result from the knowledge of the future that the other England had learned during the time he had been away from his own time period. (Not to mention things would be horribly awkward once England had found out that America was but a small child when they first met.)
The other nations had been angry, but forgiving when they learned the details of the ordeal. England, however, had told them the reason why he had asked his past self to intervene in his life was because he wanted a break off of work. Some nations believed him, and the ones who didn't chose not to pursue the real reason, more intent on forgetting the whole situation ever happened.
Only America knew the whole truth.
Despite the plan's many failings, however, one good thing did come out of the situation…
America and England sat on the couch at America's house, watching one of England's favorite movies.
Neither of them,however, could focus on what was on the television. Arthur kept glancing at Alfred, wanting to kiss him. Little did he realize as soon as he turned his attention back at the television, Alfred was glancing at him thinking the same thoughts.
During one of his glances, England couldn't help but stop and stare and think how lucky he was to call the other man his boyfriend.
America looked at him, and they held each other's gaze. They leaned in slowly at the same time time and their lips touched.
The kiss deepened, and their tongues mingled as America gently pushed England so he was lying on his back. They broke away, panting, and Arthur ran a hand through Alfred's hair, cupping his cheek.
"I love you," he said just loud enough for Alfred to hear.
"I love you too," he replied as he leaned down for another kiss.
Arthur wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck. "Let's go to the bedroom," he said beginning to get hot.
"Yeah," Alfred agreed as they tried to kiss and walk to the bedroom, which resulted in them stumbling about and giggling.
When they finally made it to the bedroom Arthur pulled Alfred so that Alfred was on top of him.
Alfred gazed down into Arthur's eyes for a moment before burying his nose in the crook of his neck. He began to suck and kiss his neck, leaving red marks behind as his hands travelled up Arthur's shirt.
Arthur's breath quickened slightly as he felt his nipples being rubbed and massaged, sending shivers up his spine.
Alfred felt his own cock getting hard and he brought his knee to Arthur's groin and began to gently rub against him.
"Fuck, Alfred," Arthur moaned.
Arthur leaned slightly upward, as he took off his own shirt, Alfred pausing to help him.
Alfred's bit his lip at the sight of his bare chest and ran his tongue down towards Arthur's crotch.
He began to unbutton Arthur's pants when he felt hands gently rest on his own.
"We don't have to do it," Arthur said, his voice full of caring. "We can stop here, it's alright."
"I want to do it this time," Alfred smiled slightly. "I'm ready."
"Okay," Arthur whispered as he brought in Alfred for a kiss.
Alfred pulled away, as he began to take off Arthur's pants, blushing as he got more aroused.
Arthur helped to throw them to the side, along with Alfred's shirt.
Alfred's hand began to run his palm up and down Arthur's cock over the fabric of his underwear.
Arthur moaned, his face completely flushed at the point. It wasn't long before he got completely hard, and arched his back so their chests were pressed together.
"Arthur," Alfred growled in arousal.
"Take of your pants," Arthur said, not wanting to be the only one in his underwear.
Alfred wasted no time in taking off his pants, bulge evident through his boxers. He was pulled into a deep erotic kiss, and accidentally rubbed their clothed dicks together.
"Shit," they said unanimously. They both smiled, and Alfred took off the other man's underwear.
Arthur felt slightly embarrassed at being completely exposed, but those feelings were squashed as Alfred began to stroke him.
Alfred, unsure if he was doing it right, looked at Arthur's face for assurance.
"Just like that love, you're perfect," Arthur said, noticing his uncertainty.
That seemed to give Alfred a confidence boost, as he brought his tongue to the tip of his cock and licked tentatively. He decided to lick it as though it were an ice cream, and licked from the tip down to the base and back up.
Arthur hummed in pleasure, which turned into a gasp as he felt Alfred's mouth envelope his cock. Alfred began to bob his head up and down, slowly taking in more and more, until Arthur's entire cock was in his mouth.
When Arthur thought the blow job couldn't get any better, Alfred began to hum in arousal, surrounding his cock in vibrations.
"Shit, Alfred," he moaned as he tangled his hands into Alfred's hair. "I'm going to cum!"
Alfred kept bobbing his head, not seeming to stop anytime soon. Arthur, not wanting to cum in Alfred's mouth pushed his head away, but overestimated how much time he had left and ended up cuming with a groan over Alfred's face.
"What the hell, Artie," Alfred said, taking off his cum-covered glasses and taking off more cum from his face.
"Shit, I'm sorry Alfred," he said, trying not to laugh out loud. "It was an accident."
"Accident my ass, you're just a perv," he smiled, also finding the situation funny.
"I'm sorry," he said, bringing himself up to kiss him. "Besides, you love me."
"I guess that makes me the pervert," he laughed.
"We're both perverts," he concluded. He wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck, and kissed him.
Alfred hummed in contentment, and broke away from Arthur panting.
"Hold on," Arthur reached over to his desk and took out a bottle of lube, and handed it to Alfred.
Alfred stared at the bottle, as if not knowing what to do with it, his mind going blank.
"It's just lube, Alfred." Arthur said. "Here, I'll show you." He took the bottle and poured some onto Alfred's fingers. He layed back down and spread his legs, bringing one of Alfred's fingers to his hole. He used Alfred's finger to rub against and tease the outside of his hole, and he whimpered at the sensation.
Alfred, his mind going numb at the completely erotic sight before him, came to his senses and began to rub against Arthur's entrance.
Knowing that Alfred now knew what he was doing, Arthur let go of his hand and let himself get absorbed in the pleasure.
After a minute or so of teasing, Alfred gently pushed his finger in, noting how tight Arthur was.
Arthur gasped, and focused on keeping his breath slow and even.
After fingering Arthur with one finger, Alfred slowly pushed in another, noticing it was a lot easier to fit in. Alfred thrusted his finger's in and out of Arthur, curving his fingers slightly, and soon pushed in a third finger.
Arthur moaned at the sensation, getting even more turned on at the sight of Alfred getting flustered in anticipation.
"Alfred," he said in between breaths, "You can put it in, but you have to go slow okay?" He felt the need to remind America, knowing how impatient and restless he could be at times.
"Okay," he breathed. He removed his fingers from Arthur, and took off his underwear.
Arthur watched him and bit his own lip at the sight of his substantial cock.
Alfred took the bottle of lube and poured some onto his dick, making sure to get every inch covered.
He brought the tip to Arthur's entrance, and watched his face for signs of discomfort as he first teased him by rubbing his cock around his hole, and then slowly pushed in.
Arthur whined slightly as he felt the head of Alfred's cock enter him.
Alfred pushed in and out, with his hands on Arthur's hips, slowly pushing more of his dick into him, and soon Arthur took it all in.
"Fuck, Arthur." It felt warm and tight, and Alfred was brimming with lust. It felt better than anything he had ever done, and while he wanted to start thrusting, he also wanted to just stay exactly like that with Arthur forever in heat and bliss.
Arthur nodded, giving him the okay to start moving, and he slowly pulled a little out, and then pushed in, making Arthur groan. Alfred panted as his slow thrusts turned faster and harder as he felt Arthur opening up to him.
"Alfred, shit, that's nice," he said, his voice full of lust and yearning.
Arthur yelled as he felt Alfred hit prostate, and he wrapped his legs around him while bringing him in for a kiss full of adoration. Alfred's hands supported him as he lay above Arthur, Arthur rocking his body in motion with Alfred. They gazed into each other's eyes as they made love, and panted as their breaths mixed together.
Alfred climaxed while calling out Arthur's name, filling him with his seed. He took a minute to come down from his orgasm, and carefully pulled out, and lied beside an also panting Arthur.
They both stared at the ceiling as their rapidly beating hearts began to slow, and they began to exhale and inhale at a regular rate.
"What are you thinking about?" Arthur asked, as he looked at Alfred.
Alfred smiled and turned to him, "Hamburgers to be honest," he said, which caused Arthur to punch him. "I'm just kidding!" he laughed, trying to assuage the other man's anger. "I'm thinking about… how much I love you. And how much I'm happy we're together… Why what are you thinking about?"
"Hmph. How much you're a git," he pouted. "And I guess how much I fancy you… even though you're still a twat."
"You're such a weirdo," he leaned over and gave him a peck on the forehead, which earned made Arthur hide his face in the pillow.
Alfred heard Arthur mumble something and scooted closer to hear, "What was that?"
"I said", he rose from the pillow, "let's just get to round two and skip all this cliché crap!"
"But you love all this sentimental stuff," he snickered. "It's your favorite, babe!"
"No, it is not! And don't call me babe!" he took his pillow and began to hit Alfred with it, who only giggled and made him even more mad.
"Don't laugh at me, you git! I'll murder you with this pillow!"
"Oh yeah, cause I'm so scared!"
"You should be!"
"Pillow fight!" Alfred screamed as he picked up a pillow and started hitting Arthur back.
"Stop it you git!" he began to laugh, "This isn't a game!"
"Yes, it is! And I'm winning!"
"I'll show you who's the winner!"
And so as the battle of pillows began, they finally got the happy ending they both wanted.
