Story Five.
Listen to Me
America x England
Author's note: Sorry that I have been... Dead.. Ive been struggling with a lot of depression issues. But these will be posted back up, 7000 K + just for you. Hope you enjoy it! This was posted on my Tumblr but it doesn't feel right on there so it's going to be on here... Yeah.. Man i'm hungry.
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It was a very odd and rare occurrence. Some would consider it a blessing while others would start to doubt their very existence. Why they would start to doubt such a thing is because the scene playing out before them seemed so unreal, they couldn't help but watch from a safe distance as they observed the questioning behavior of one of the group's younger nations.
The United States of America sat within his spot near the head of the conference table in pure silence. The blond's mouth was actually shut, hands resting on his lap, and eyes facing forward towards the current German speaker. The countries that sat to his right leaned over, trying to get a better look at the American as if he was some strange animal on display at a zoo.
This type of interest could be considered rude but it was understandable, why wouldn't it be? So far the day has offered no confrontation, no issues, no bickering, and most importantly, England has yet to put down the man's heroic ideas for world peace.
The French Republic leaned back in his seat before glancing over towards the bushy browed man by his side. Clearing his throat he then opened his lips only to be silenced by a hand risen in objection.
" I don't want to hear it", the Englishman answered before the question was even asked. His emerald green orbs reading over the text in his grasp before placing his hand back down. Arthur Kirkland's tone was bitter, which helped contribute to the awkward tension within the meeting room. A light snickering could be heard in the background, but it was instantly put to rest when China hushed the Southern Korean Nation.
" Oh come now England, why don't you see if he's alright?" The fellow country suggested with a sigh," What if America is depressed? He might need someone to talk to."
America, depressed? That rarely happened and when it did the young man would always tell everyone that he had everything under control. That he was the hero and heroes didn't need help along with a bunch of other pointless nonsense.
Looking over at France, Arthur stated with an eye roll," He's fine, he most likely didn't get his way with the seating arrangement or something… Or they ran out of those grease filled burgers he likes", he added with a slight chuckle, finding the idea highly amusing. Flipping to the next page he smirked before crossing his legs under the table.
There was no way the United Kingdom was going to get himself involved, last thing he wanted to deal with at the moment was a depressed Alfred. He knew America could take care of himself since he made that fact well known and right now the Britain wasn't in the mood to be reminded of that moment again. He never was. Just thinking about it caused an unnecessary headache to brew within his mind.
" America", a heavy German accented voice spoke out, not only grasping Alfred's attention but Arthur's as well. The United States looked up, a light flush staining his cheeks from the sudden recognition. When Germany's eyes met those of a sky blue he asked while cocking a brow," Are you feeling alright? You haven't raised your hand once." What a way to point out the obvious.
The young country paused for a minute before he spoke, trying to think of a good reason for his behavior.
What was he supposed to do, tell Germany the truth in front of everyone? That idea sounded ridiculous, America wasn't supposed to be upset or second guessing himself, he was the United States for crying out loud! A World Power and a hero!
Shaking his head the blond forced a smile to curve his lips before he answered back," Yeah! I'm fine, just a little out of it!" Such a typical answer thus a perfect one to use. He let out a small chuckle as his shoulders bobbed lightly to his laughter.
Wasn't as specific as he would have hoped for but Germany took the answer none the less. " Alright then-"
" Of course you're tired you were must likely up until four in the morning playing those stupid video games of yours", the Englishman spoke without giving his words a second thought. With a smirk the man added while looking up, green clashing with America's orbs," Is that right? Or maybe you just couldn't come up with any new ideas?"
" England, that comment was not needed!" France stated while his gaze sharpened towards the United Kingdom.
" I felt it was necessary", Arthur spoke back, not caring about those who listened in. In a way he wanted his words to be heard. " Though I will admit I like the silence for a change, him and his childish ideas. It gives me a headache and unfortunately for me, I don't have any painkillers."
Childish, he used that word again, childish.
Oh how Alfred hated that blasted word. A word the Englishman used to define him every chance he got. A word that caused the young man to debate those twisted feelings he thought about over and over again that rested inside the privacy of his mind. Those weird, cluttered feelings he wanted to dispose of but even after all of these years he couldn't.
The United States tried, he really did. Never in his whole existence has he tried so hard to get rid of something. He wanted to get rid of all those selfish feelings. The feelings that drove him to make choices out of what he believed to be poor judgement. The emotions that drove him to wish to stand on his own two feet. To become more than a colony, to become a country, a nation so his ' big brother ' would no longer see him as a ' little brother', so that Arthur would see Alfred as independent, strong and reliable, but most importantly, see him as a man.
The blond would be lying if he were to say he didn't have feelings towards the person that once raised him. It would be a horrible lie.
The truth was the nation did have feelings, strong feelings that surpassed the simple big and younger brother relationship that started in the beginning. As the years went on he couldn't help but catch himself looking at the United Kingdom in a whole new light, looking at him in a way no little brother should. At first it made him feel sick, guilty, ashamed that he would even picture doing such things with England out of all people. But after a while he just grew to accept it, but he knew deep down the fellow blond would never feel the same way. America knew that as long as he lived under England's rule, he would always be viewed as the country's ' little brother' .
Thus why he wanted his independence, at the time it sounded like a brilliant idea, he even had some encouragement from other countries. Little did he know how tragically he would shatter the relationship, that took years upon years to develop.
As the days progressed it just got worse and worse, now Alfred was expecting at least an insult a day from from the older country, it was always expected.
" I'm not a kid", America grumbled under his breath before dishing out a glaring dagger at the man," stop saying that." Little did England know he really struck a nerve. Not only did he strike it, he full on stabbed it.
The other's comment greatly amused him, the Englishman couldn't help but chuckle. " Am I right?"
" No", Alfred spat back," You're wrong."
" No I'm not", the elder nation said with a shrug while turning his back towards the former colony.
" Yes you are, don't just assume stuff."
" Then why are you upset?"
" Because you're wrong, and stop calling me a kid!" The man's voice rose the more he spoke, standing up in his seat he slammed his hands down on the table, clearly on edge.
" Well you are a child America", the elder country reminded.
The little talking the room offered instantly silenced the second America shouted back. Blue eyes seeing red as he went on while pointing a finger out," Stop calling me a kid! I'm not a little kid anymore England!"
Sure Arthur expected some sort of reaction but nothing to this degree. He was shocked, speechless, his fingers even refused to turn the page of his magazine. France couldn't help but smirk to how Alfred spoke back to the elder country, allowing a low ' hon hon hon' to form under his breath.
Of course Arthur heard this and allowed a growl to pierce through his teeth. After allowing his threat to be made he looked over at the American and spat," Well maybe if you actually came up with something more realistic then you wouldn't have to be reminded America!" He spoke back while he too stood up in his seat. There was no way he was going to sit there and allow someone to shout at him especially during a meeting in front of everyone else.
Arthur wasn't the type to willingly accept humiliation of any kind.
The young nation's breath paused for a quick moment, rage brewing within his body as that rush of cluttered emotions was starting to get the better of him. That tended to happen a lot during tense situations like this. He knew the words he wanted to say, out of any of the other countries America knew England on a very personal level. He knew his likes and dislikes, he knew what made him happy, embarrassed, flushed, sad, jealous, worried, and most importantly angry.
The United States wanted to mutter the insults that piled against his lips but something inside him stopped the cruel words from slipping out, something inside him that knew it was for the best to keep such rude sentences at bay.
With his chest rising up and down at a steady yet slow pace America removed himself from his seat and left the conference room. The sounds of his feet stomping against the hard wood floor echoed about inside the massive area before the slam of one of the room's double doors.
The loud bang caused some of the countries to jump a little, shocked by not only the loud sound but by what just happened as well.
All at once, as if it was rehearsed, the inhabitants at the table all locked eyes with the Englishman, causing the man to feel a bit guilty?
Nonsense, what did he have to feel guilty about?
The answer was nothing, he had nothing to feel guilty about. All he did was state facts and facts only. Alfred was acting like a child, did anyone else not see how he stormed out of the room just now? A perfect display of such an immature trait. Even after all these years he still can't help himself and he had to be the center of attention!
There was no way he was going to feel guilty and be viewed as the bad guy. Not a chance.
Getting up from his chair was Francis, refusing to look at the fellow blond as he got out of his seat.
" France wait-"
" Non!" The Frenchman spoke back while placing his hands on his hips," That was rude England, even for you!" The cape of his uniform lightly swished about as he left, though unlike Alfred he didn't slam the doors, he just slipped past them. The French Nation simply made his way out into the hallway to seek out the distressed man.
Looking around the hall Francis tried to locate America, who was luckily for him currently turning the corner.
Holding a hand out he spoke towards the other, calling his name. At first Alfred refused to respond but once France took a hold of his wrist it proved to be quite difficult to keep going without talking to him.
" France just let go", the American spoke in almost a whimper but he has yet to yank himself away.
Allowing his grip to loosen he gave a small smile before asking, highly curious of the answer," America… What's wrong? You're not acting normal and everyone can see it."
So, his attitude change was that noticeable?
And here he thought everyone would like a break from his brilliant ideas, little did he know he would only cause them to worry. Poor judgement on his part.
" Nothing is wrong… I'm just tired-" Lies.
" What's wrong?" Francis repeated his question before removing his hold, now crossing his arms. He wasn't buying the young country's tired excuses," And this time tell me the truth, even when you're tired you always find a reason to get your points across", he noted with a light chuckle as he held a finger up, wagging it a little as if to lecture.
Alfred knew France saw right through him, which could be a good and a bad thing. Honestly he wanted to tuck himself away, away from everyone else so he could calm himself down and strut right back the meeting room after he had a moment to get a better grasp on his emotions.
"… I want", he paused, should he really tell France this? As much as he didn't want to tell anyone, it was nice to have someone finally listen. " I want… I want England to stop viewing me as a little kid."
The French Republic blinked, was that really the problem? And here he thought America never minded the Englishman's insults, he thought America was used to it or something along those lines.
" America, if that is the case then why don't you talk to him about it-"
Before he could finish his question the blond spoke up with a loud," No!"
" Non?"
" No! I've tried a bunch of times but every time I do he just gets worse or tells me to be quiet! Or.. Or… Tells me to go away." His lips whimpered the last part, as if it killed him to say such a thing.
Lowering his head he looked at the floor, blond bangs shielding his eyes like curtains as they tucked away his expression. " I hate it, I hate it when he tells me to go away. Like i'm some kid", putting a hand on his chest he looked at the older man and stated," I'm not a little kid anymore! I'm a grown man! I want him to start looking at me like that for once, France!"
" Oh mon cher, you know how England gets", the France Nation said with a light hearted chuckle, cupping the fellow country's cheek he looked at him to assure," I promise you he does not view you as a child. You and I both know how difficult he can be when expressing himself, even after all these years he still refuses to accept the fact that he has feelings, America. You can't beat around the bush, you need to be honest with him."
Puffing his cheeks out he said back with a nod," I know… I just wish he would sometimes listen to me.."
" And stop being so thick headed like he is?" The Frenchman asked jokingly.
" Yeah!" America said back, eyes beaming because of the fact that finally someone understood what he was talking about.
" And stop correcting your cooking when he himself can't make a proper pastry even if his life depended on it?" Now that question was more on a personal level for the older blond, but none the less America related to it.
" Yeah!"
" Oh, how about when he yells at the two idiots talking about him when he is clearly standing right behind them, listening to their whole stupid conversation?" A surprisingly heavy English accented question chimed in suddenly.
" Woah France, you sounded just like England for a second!" The problem was that it wasn't France who just spoke, it was in fact England who sounded like England, weird how things work.
Peaking over the American quickly shut his mouth while the other turned around. Jumping a little to their surprise guest.
There in the hallway, staring angrily at the two was indeed Arthur Kirkland. Thanks to the bickering of those who sat around him he actually got up and decided to check on the former colony. Little did he know America and France would be having a bashing session about him, talking about his defaults and whatnot. The United Kingdom was currently seeing red right now and justifiably so. Sure he knew Francis would most likely talk to Alfred and cheer him up a little but he didn't expect the two to insult him while he was away. The nerve.
Hands rolling up into fists he shouted back," Well it seems like you have everything under control, I don't see why I'm needed here!" He snapped before walking off, a vein clearly pulsing on his forehead.
" England don't go!" The young nation spoke out before dashing towards the other. Leaving a highly amused Frenchman behind while he flicked his gold locks away from his face before making his way to the conference room, arms crossed over his chest.
Man that guy was fast! Its only been a few seconds and already he turned like two corners! It took him a moment but luckily the young country was able to catch up, though sadly for him his words were currently being ignored.
" England! Just wait!" Ignored once again until Alfred shouted with a more demanding tone," Stop walking and wait!" Surprisingly Arthur stopped though his back was facing the other. America didn't mind, at least he stopped.
Glancing back his emerald eyes glared at the former colony," What? Disappointed that I don't want to stick around and listen to you and that frog talk about me?" Turning around he put his hands on his hips and snapped before continuing," Well I hate to alarm you America, but I am not going to stand by while you belittle me like that!"
As he listened to Arthur's words, hearing such things irked him a little.
" Belittle? Are you serious?" He asked back in disbelief," You put down every idea I throw out during our meetings, you insult me in front of everyone and even when we have a moment to ourselves you still have to find some way to pick on me!" His eyebrows narrowed as he retorted while pointing a finger at the shorter male," You're a hypocrite!"
" I am not!"
" Yes you are! You made fun of me not ten minutes ago in front of everyone! Calling me a child again, England!" The United States snapped back, leaning in closer," You call me a child every chance you get!"
" Well maybe if you offered smart ideas that actually have the possibility to help this planet, then I wouldn't have to point out the obvious!"
" I don't need you to constantly do that England! I'm not a little kid anymore, if I like my idea I'm going to put it out there, like you and everyone else."
America thought he was making a pretty good point. One time Italy said the sure way to accomplish world peace was better food. After Feliciano made his proposal no one gave him any trouble, plus Germany politely told him that the idea could never be accomplished. Why couldn't Arthur be the same way? He didn't have to agree to it but there was a better way to say certain things. A simple no would do just fine.
Putting his hand up to silence the young nation Britain informed with a growl," I'm not going to listening to this America", he said before walking away.
But the older man didn't get to far.
Grabbing his former ' big brother ' by the shoulders and pushing him against the wall, America clearly towered above him as he looked down, sky blue meeting emerald green. The blond squeezed down on the man's shoulders, keeping them firmly against the hard surface behind him. The expression the American displayed was a serious one, one that read that he was sick of the excuses, that he was sick and tired of the ill words the other continued to dish out.
In a calm tone Alfred Jones spoke, "Just… Just listen to me for once."
As much as he wanted to pull away and tell the other shove off he couldn't. England didn't move from his spot, instead he stayed in place, swallowing as he stood there speechless from the sudden action.
" With my silly suggestions as you put it, I try so hard to make them sound cool and awesome", the American admitted with a frown, seeming as if he was in pain while making this confession. " I think about them for hours and hours England, and it hurts when you call me a kid."
The man remained silent. Sure America didn't like the quiet response, but it was better than a verbal lashing in his opinion.
" I try really hard for them to sound cool so that maybe you would approve of them."
Francis said to be honest, so might as well. What did he have to lose? He didn't think he had that much to lose. The worst that could happen were more insults and maybe the Britain telling a few other people. After awhile such news would die down and everyone would go back to focusing on other things.
Hopefully.
" I try hard so you can be proud of me. I try hard so you don't look at me like a little kid anymore", Alfred sounded so wounded as he went on, struggling to keep the mental grasp on his emotions that wished to pour out. " I want you to actually say good job to me for once. To recognize all the hard work I put in to become strong, to be a country and not just a colony." Moving his grip away his hands fell to his sides while he continued," I didn't just make myself strong for the hell of it, I did it so you would be proud of me."
Arthur would be lying if he were to stand there and say he was never proud of the young man. The truth is he was, maybe a bit jealous at times but still he was always proud of him. He was just, never the type to express it. The United Kingdom didn't want to seem as the mushy type. He could only imagine the mockery that was sure to come his way from such behavior.
When he finally took a good look at the other a sigh escaped his lips and a small smile curved them soon after. Patting the younger country's arm he assured," I never said I wasn't proud of you America", Arthur said, his voice a bit more relaxed. " I've always been proud of you, certain things more than others. I can't say I agree with everything you do but…" Another sigh partnered with a quick shrug he continued after looking away," I… I have my reasons."
" Well whatever those reasons are, they're stupid", America spoke back bluntly.
" What?! No they're not!" The older man shouted back, causing Alfred to wince a little from the volume of the other's words. " They make sense, to me! Of course not to you because you couldn't even begin to comprehend them!"
" Why don't you try me?" The American asked with a smirk.
" How about I don't and we just drop this whole conversation before we say something we're both going to regret?" The bushy browed man asked back while crossing his arms. " I think that's a swell idea, now move."
" Nope."
" America I said move!"
" Tell me and i'll move!"
" Dammit America, you better move out of my way or-!"
" Or what England?" The nation said back before Arthur could finish," What are you going to do?"
" Get out of my way!" He shouted while shoving his hands against the blond's chest.
" I'm not gonna leave!"
" Yes you will!" The Britain shouted back suddenly.
His head titled down while the shadows of his bangs cloaked his eyes. His hands then gripped the blond's uniform, the grasp almost shaking as he continued, refusing to look up," Yes you will… You left me. You left me like everyone else America and I don't want you to do it again!"
Frozen by the man's words the young country stopped, before he could say anything England continued, " You used to tell me how you would always protect me and stay by my side, then one day you just left." Gritting his teeth he gripped the American's clothing with a tighter hold," You left me in front of the whole world! And… And I couldn't stop you."
" England… I.. I-"
" Why did you do it?" He asked while looking up, green eyes filled with so much anger and confusion." I took care of you, I saved you from that frog, you wouldn't be half the man you are now if it wasn't for me!"
" I know that", Alfred answered back with a hurt expression, knowing deep down that Arthur was right. England had so much influence on his life and how he helped structure his own country. From the color of his flag to the language everyone now speaks. " You did so much for me England, you raised me, you taught me everything I know. You helped me in way I'm sure no one else could", America gave the other a weak smile," I will always admit that. But… But I couldn't be your 'little brother ' anymore."
Leaning back the older country looked up and couldn't help but ask," Why? I thought I did a good job raising you."
" You did!" The blond assured," You did a great job!"
" Then why?"
A flush stained the man's cheeks as he pushed up his glasses, grumbling before he spoke back," Because…"
" Because, why?"
" Because", before he said another word he bit his tongue, silencing himself so nothing that embarrassing could slip from his lips. After allowing himself a second to collect his thoughts he answered back, knowing perfectly well that he was treading on thin ice," Because.. I..", shrugging he continued," I wanted you to see me more than that."
" I don't understand", the Englishman admitted," What did you want me to see you as?"
" I.. I wanted you to see me as your equal, not a colony but as a nation.. A country… Someone who could protect you, care for you, and", the flush darkened into a full on blush," well, other things."
Even though he didn't say the words the older country understood where the American was getting at. But still, he wanted to hear the other say it himself. A selfish act really but right now he didn't care.
Blue eyes focusing on the floor by his feet, his body then shifted to the side," Other things besides a brother, that's where I'm trying to get at England. I mean… And here I thought this was going to be easy", Alfred thought the last part out loud with a grumble, almost puffing his cheeks to the thought. " I wanted you to see me as someone worthy of your time", still not getting to the point but he was getting close," among other things."
England's cheeks soon matched America's, flushing a little but not to the degree as Alfred's own. It seemed like he was confessing to him, in a poor manner yes, but still a confession no less.
" If I would have known that declaring my independence would have torn our relationship like it did", frowning at the thought his sad eyes looked over at the United Kingdom," I wouldn't have done it like that. That's one of the things I really regret England… I.. I wish I could take it back but when it comes to history, there's nothing we can do to change it."
Arthur sighed," I get it America, trust me, I get it", the Britain spoke back while meeting the other's eyes," But I… I can't return your feelings."
You've got to be kidding me.
" What? Why not? I was honest like France said to and I'm being as honest as I can be here England!"
" I know it's just, I don't think you understand how serious this is. What you're telling me… It could change everything and I'm not sure if i'm ready for that just yet", even England didn't seem to pleased with his own words, but he had his reasons, he always had his reasons.
" That's why i'm telling you this England! I felt this way for years! This isn't something that popped inside my head last night!"
" You don't know how serious this is America! This isn't a joke!"
" When did I ever say this was a joke?!" Alfred asked in disbelief, and here he thought the fellow nation was finally getting the message.
Crossing his arms the man leaned against the wall before answering back," It's just the way you handle certain things, sometimes you act very-"
" Immature?" The United States interrupted while he cocked a brow, clearly unamused.
With a slow nod England answered back carefully," Well… Yes."
Grabbing the Englishman's hand the American tugged him away from the wall, dragging him behind as he started to look around for an empty room. He didn't care if it was a bathroom, a lecture hall, or a bedroom if the building offered such a thing. He wasn't going to stand there and basically have everything he just said blown off like it was nothing. He could feel the other try to break the hold but it was pointless, there was no way in hell he was going to let go anytime soon.
The young country could feel finger nails dig into his hand and fingers," I'm not letting go", he stated while looking ahead, eyes searching for an unlocked door.
" America I'm serious, let go of me this instant!"
No answer, the only thing close to a response was the taller man's constant head turning.
Making his way towards the door leading into an empty lecture hall the blond reached out and grasped the handle, turning it before he yanked the other in. After making their way inside America closed the door and turned around, locking it before finally letting go of England's hand.
Taking a step back the older nation glared at the young blond before snapping," What is wrong with you-"
But before he could finish his question, lips were pressed against his own, instantly silencing him in mid sentence.
The action took England by surprise, causing him to jump and pull away," America-" Once again the American's lips silenced the Englishman's.
The taller man gripped the other's arms, keeping him in place. The United States kept himself still but leaned in closer, causing Arthur to lean back while he struggled to relax himself.
England made his words perfectly clear to the former colony, it was easy to tell by now that he still didn't understand America's true intentions. Alfred knew how serious he could get, he wasn't stupid. Yes, he understood he tended to joke around a little and eat junk food but that didn't mean he lacked the capability of being serious when the time called for it.
Well now was the time, the time when he was going to in fact show England how serious his feelings really are.
A blush darkly stained the shorter man's cheeks, the heat on his skin flaring up as America's kiss intensified. He tried to fight it, he honestly did, but it seemed as if the younger country was more determined. A tongue rubbed against the man's bottom lip, asking for access and surprisingly it was granted. Alfred's tongue slipped inside Arthur's mouth, rubbing against the other's in a dance for dominance.
The former pirate's eyes started to grow heavy thanks to the lightheadedness that overtook him. He struggled to hold himself up as odd feelings started to get the better of him.
America's face flushed a dark pink, but not to the degree as England's, for he had a plan. Sure it wasn't a well thought out plan but a plan no less!
Slowly he started to lead the other backwards towards the long table behind them, doing his best to make sure the older man didn't slip or hit the wooden slab. Carefully pushing Arthur against the surface, he laid him out, placing each hand next to the man's sides the American then leaned over, blue now meeting green.
" I'm serious Arthur", he spoke, using the country's real name to let him know this was reaching a personal level. Before he continued he swallowed, trying to calm the nervous tension down," I've been serious this whole time, and now I'm going to show you how serious I really am."
The United Kingdom couldn't mutter a single word, his lips refused to come up with any kind of sentence. He wanted to retort but something inside him shut him up. Deep down he wanted this, yet he was scared and feared for the worst. He feared rejection, even England had his own self esteem issues but there was no way in hell he would admit them. The Britain feared that this would be a one time thing. He feared that it would be an experiment to the younger nation. That if they did go through with this lustful act, America would then realize he made a mistake and ask if this could never be brought up again, then of course leave him.
Even though there were a good number of horrible possibilities, there was still that slim chance for a positive outcome. It was a risk, but right now it was a risk Arthur was willing to take.
Leaning down the blue eyed blond started to kiss away at the man's jawline, lightly nipping at his skin while moving in closer. The uniform that covered America's chest lightly brushed against England's, buttons catching onto each other as their owner's breaths grew hot.
Moving away the American licked his lips before lowering himself, biting onto the zipper of the man's lower attire he started to slowly pull it down.
Now that grasped England's attention." W-what are you doing?" He asked while sitting up with an oddly shocked expression.
America just looked up at the other, giving him one of his trademark dorkish grins before reaching inside the pant's opening. His grasp lightly wrapped around the length tucked away. Alfred's blush turned to a darker shade, not only thanks to the muscle resting in his hand but the dirty yet attractive expression England was displaying.
Was it so wrong that Arthur felt so good thanks to a simple touch?
All America did was touch it and already the man wanted more.
Trying to calm his nerves down the younger nation started to pump his grasp up and down the base of the shaft. He felt the country pulse and twitch within his hold, sitting up the United Kingdom leaned over, grasping onto the American's shoulders for support.
This was a lovely sight, at least to Alfred it was.
The blond's mouth leaned in closer, lips wrapping around the head of the arousal before slowly taking it all in, one inch at a time. He felt an odd rush beat up his spine, only encouraging him to press on.
" Oh gods", Arthur shuttered as he then grasped the former colony's hair, fingers intertwining with golden blond locks.
Alfred's jumped a little but quickly shrugged it off, he wasn't going to allow anything to distract him right now.
His movements were steady, thrusting his lips up and down the country's manhood he did his best to keep his gag reflex from acting up. With each movement the Englishman buckled his hips ever so slightly, now lightly moaning to himself he allowed his head to drop as he felt his approaching climax.
Dammit all, it felt so good! Why did it have to feel this good? Sure the man has had sex before, after living for hundreds of years one always found a way to satisfy such selfish desires. But for some reason this felt amazing!
For some reason this just felt special… He couldn't put his finger on the reason why though, but he refused to accept the obvious.
With his heavy pants now shuttering he then warned," Alfred.. Alfred i'm getting close, move your mouth away."
The United States refused to listen to orders.
" Alfred please", Arthur begged as his hips bucked against the other's lips," I'm going to- Oh gods!" His orgasm quickly came, a violent yet pleasure filled rush strangled his body before he spilled himself inside the other man's mouth.
The younger country didn't pull away, yes the taste was bitter but in a way it was also sweet. Swallowing the others essence he licked his lips while locking eyes with Arthur's.
" You.. You idiot-"
" But you liked it", the man interrupted with a smirk while grabbing a hold of the other's lower attire, he started to work them down well past his hips. " And we're not even halfway done."
" Of course we're not", the United Kingdom grumbled.
Allowing the Englishman's pants to drop onto the floor along with his private attire America then took a good hold of each of the man's legs, holding them up which caused the elder country to fall back against the surface of the table. England grunted, looking up when he got a good view of the American he asked with much embarrassment," W-what are you doing?!"
" Preparing you", Alfred answered back while licking his finger, draping it with the slick liquid," I read it in a book once. Since I don't have anything else on me I need to get you ready." Last thing America wanted to do was ruin this once in a lifetime moment and just stick it in. Plus it would be fun to hear the noises England will make in the near future thanks to the foreplay.
Tapping the ringed muscle of the smaller man the finger slowly slid itself inside, causing the country's entrance to tightly wrap around the invader.
This went on for a solid minute at best, pressing the back of his head against the table Arthur spoke out to the former colony," ..Alfred… Stop stalling." He moaned between his words.
Alfred didn't say anything in return but nodded, only to slide in another finger before moving them apart, trying his best to stretch out the opening of his soon to be partner.
" Oh gods…" It felt so good, it was only his fingers but already he felt his second climax build up. Not like this, it couldn't end like this! He didn't want to finish with just fingers! His back caved in, chest sticking out while sweat started to surface above his skin, causing the clothing to stick on. No longer was his body strangling the younger man's fingers, now his body was begging for more, quivering for the touch of the larger country. Each time Alfred's thrusted his fingers in and out it was like Arthur's inner walls tried to latch on, hating the fact that they were pulling away even for a brief moment.
" I want it inside… Put it inside me Alfred", England said while looking at the blond with lust filled eyes.
Hearing such words caused the painful erection within his lower attire to press hard against its clothed binds. Begging for satisfaction and the attention it so rightfully deserved. The blond swallowed, nodding as he started to pull away at his belt and zipper to give his member the much needed freedom. Once the organ was stripped from it's holding it twitched from the exposure of the air and the possibilities ahead of it.
Bringing England's hips down to meet his own the American started to line himself up, rubbing the tip of his length against the puckered entrance he took a deep breath before pushing himself inside. Alfred gasped while the tight feeling wrapping around his sensitive area, causing him to grit his teeth as he pressed on.
The United Kingdom quickly covered his mouth as the American made his way in, his shaft pressing hard against the smaller man's inner walls. The young country gripped onto the other's legs with a tighter hold, almost like handlebars until he was finally all the way inside.
Alfred paused, allowing Arthur and himself a moment to get used to this odd yet sinfully amazing feeling.
Tears were built up within the Britain's eyes, he struggled to calm down the pain that grasped him. It felt good yet hurt at the same time. This wasn't the first time he's done this before but it has been awhile.
With a worried expression on his face the American looked down and asked," Are you okay?" He said with a soft tone of voice," I… I can pull it out-"
" No! Just", moving his hands away from his mouth the United Kingdom answered back," Just start moving, I'll get used to it."
" Are.. Are you sure?" The United States asked, trying to make sure he heard correctly.
It was then the man nodded," Yes I'm sure Alfred, just hurry."
With a determined nod he did as instructed.. Moving his hips back the blond let a pant escape his lips before he bucked forward. The tip of the man's length slammed hard against that secret bundle of nerves, causing the Englishman to let out a rather feminine moan.
Th American's ears perked up to the sound. Never in his life did he think of hearing such a thing. He imagined it yes, but actually hearing it, never.
Pulling his hips back the country begun to ravish the smaller man's body, something hes been dying to do for a very, very long time. Not only the act itself but right now he was closer to England in a way he never pictured. The sounds of their skin clashing, the sex filled scent that started to spread out into the room, along with the mind numbing pleasure that pulsed within the both of them. It seemed so unreal, like a dream then yet again crazier things have happened in their lives, so why should this moment be any different?
Over and over again England's body continued to bounce and jerk to the man's moments. While he toyed with his own stiffened length the other only helped drive him over that lust filled edge. The feeling of the fellow nation inside him was amazing, fantastic! The young country's length continued to slam against his secret bundle of nerves over and over again. It toyed with it, beat against it, and in a way the member dominated it. His mind was dizzy, feminine sounds escaped his lips but at this point he didn't even care.
Right now it was him and Alfred, just the two of them and no one else.
" Alfred, I'm going to come. I can't hold it!" He warned, while allowing his chest to expanded out, low whimpers escaping his lips as his peak apporached faster and faster.
The United States nodded quickly in agreement. The feeling that grasped him was unworldly. Alfred didn't want to leave England side, he wanted to stay like this with the fellow nation forever if not a bit longer. But he knew such a luxury wouldn't last long so might as well enjoy the time he had left. " I getting close", he spoke back, head dropping as his blond bangs swayed before his eyes.
America's hands gripped the smaller male's legs tighter as he reached his climax. He held himself in place, his lower half pressing against the man's body while he spilled himself inside. Seconds later the Englishman reached his own peak, quickly pulling his hand away. His length twitching as it's seed shoot itself up into the air, coating his own chest and stomach only partly.
Alfred finally let go of the other's legs, placing his hands on the table on each side of the smaller man. The former colony panted heavily, struggling to calm his breathing. Sweat rolled down the slopes and curves of their bodies, while damp messy hair stuck to the sides of their faces.
Blue now clashing with green, the United States gave the elder nation a chuckle before leaning down, resting his forehead against the other's. After allowing a few seconds of peaceful silence to pass the country couldn't help but ask," So… So now do you understand how serious I am?"
With an embarrassed expression on his face the United Kingdom turned away, lightly grasping the former colony's arms before he spoke back with a grumble," As much as I hate to admit it…" A smile curved his lips while he gave a small shrug," I can tell you're somewhat serious."
Alfred's eyes beamed to the answer he just heard, with his perky attitude back he asked while quickly elevating himself, causing Arthur to whimper due to the sudden movement within him. " You mean it?"
" Yes Alfred I mean it! Now stop moving and give me a minute!"
Looking down as the messy scene the blush returned to his cheeks as he muttered back," Oh.. Sorry, heh."