I woke up to knocking, scratch that, pounding on my door, "Iggy dude, wake up I found this thing I've got to show you dude!" I hear Alfred yell in his already loud voice. I groan loudly, "America! Bloody hell, do you always have to be so loud?!" I hear the door opening quietly reminding me I should've changed the locks and taken his keys when he left.

He comes into my room, "Hey dude, there you are." he says much quieter, I can't tell why he's making such a strange expression until he says, "Dude, do you mind putting on some clothes? I've got something to show you." I blush brighter than Allistor's hair realizing I managed to sleep nude, as it's much more comfortable, and forgot, with America coming into my room all the time.

I take a look at him and realised his expression was something mixed with embarrassment, makes sense considering… But what's the other thing, why's he staring, "Bloody hell America! Don't just stand there get out!" I yell at him tugging at the blanket to cover myself.

He blushes heavily, strange, and walks out of the room quickly, closing the door behind him. "Take your time!" he tells me through the door. I hurry to throw on a pair of my old punk jeans and a gray v-neck. I open the door to see Alfred with his head against a wall facing away from me. I clear my throat, "Alfred, what was it you needed to show me?" He turns around and I hear his breath catch, 'Why is he acting so strangely today, normally he's a bit weird, but that's just how he is..' He asks me, "Why are you wearing that? What happened to all your stuffy suits?"

I smile a bit warily stating, "These are some of my older punk clothes, they're bit more comfortable, but if they look that bad I can go change them." I turn to go a bit hurt by strict expectation he has of me. He grabs my arm lightly, "No! I mean, they look good, I just haven't seen you in them for so long, I remember not too long after you're pirating ended, I just didn't expect you to wear it anymore." I pull away, "Just because I'm a gentleman doesn't mean I don't like fun anymore."

He smiles at that grabbing my hand pulling me out the door, rambling about his plans to me. "I found this box and Germany dude gave it to me, he said it was like totes magic or some shiz. I thought you'd be interested considering you're friends, and club and everything… So what do you say dude?" I blink brain slowly catching up with what he was saying, "You took a box that could be dangerous because you thought I'd like it? Alfred I don't know whether you're sweet or stupid, thank you."

He blinks at me, "Dude I made sure it wasn't dangerous but evidently it's only magic at certain times, Germany said he didn't want to explain though." I frowned slightly thinking, "I've heard about a few things like that, it's usually because it takes more than one person doing something to fix whatever was caused." America's eyes brighten, "So it could really be magic dude? That's totally rad!" I roll my eyes smirking at his childlike excitement and grammar.

I clear my throat to let him know, "I'm going to need to inspect it if I'm going to figure out how it works, it could be dangerous. Are you willing to help?" I ask him gently, he turns me shocked looking and sounding, "Iggy dude are you kidding me? This is going to be epic! I wouldn't miss it." I try not to smile at his eagerness, this should be interesting.

I look up and see we're already at the house. America doesn't wait picking me up bridal style, "Come on dude, the hero has you." I blush hard, "America! Put me down, I hit him lightly with my fists, I don't want to hurt the lad after all." I feel myself slowly and gently being lowered to the ground. When I get there, I look around to see a beautifully carved box.

Walking over to the box Alfred asks me, "Arthur dude, you seen anything like it before?" I shake my head asking, "Have you looked inside yet?" he shakes his head at me, "Wouldn't open." I inch nearer to the box asking the young nation (he's 19 in human years and not even 250 yet! For a country that's young!) "Will you come try it again with me." he comes over, "Yeah sure dude!"

We together go to lift the lid, getting sucked inside. I can't see much besides Alfred knocked out, right under me, I guess I was about needing more than one person. Now how am I going to wake this boy up, I need to get off of him. I back up trying to move off my ex-colony's lap, just to find there's not room, I look down finding all my clothes intact, then look back at America, now realizing his full tan body is on display. I let out a strangled noise of pleasure and embarrassment, I look away from the teen blushing.

'You need to get control of yourself, you raised this child you shouldn't feel this way. He left you alone, you have a crush on him, but he doesn't like you in that way!' I was busy mentally scolding myself, I almost didn't notice Alfred waking up. He lets a a small noise of pain, "Iggy what happened?" his eyes are still closed and he doesn't seem to notice his nudity.

I clear my throat, "Alfred, I need you to listen to me. We're inside the box. And-" he interrupts me panicking, eyes shooting open "We're where," he glances down at himself, eyes widening, "What the fuck kinda magic?" He's blushing heavily, I don't blame him, a southern accent slipped into his voice. I tell him, "I tried to give you space, but I found there wasn't any room.." he blushes harder , "Great, how'd we get out, so I need clothes, how come you gotta keep yours?" his drawl making me feel heated. So….

I deicide to mess with him a little, I tilt my head down, staring into his eyes, making my breath catch, "Why did you want to see me without them?" his eyes widen, he coughs to cover his breath catching, he rushes out, "I- I just meant, it'd be more fair…" I feigned hurt, "You mean you don't want to see me, am I that unattractive?" I started crying softly. Alfred in a panic, runs his hand down the side of my face drawling, "Corse I don't mean it like that Arthur. I just, it sounded bad the way I'd said it."

I fake a hiccup, "So, you want to see me like that?" He inhales sharply, then sighs, "I'll admit it… Now how do we get out of here?" I sigh letting the tears dry, replaced with a slight blush, I look around, "The wall says we have to tell each other something, I don't know how they could get less specific…." he sighs accent thick yet not changing the words much, "Well, I don't knowif you've realized, but I getta Southern accent when I'm real embarrassed, which's more embarrassing…" I smile letting him know, "You have one right now… It's not bad though." I cough trying to cover up the fact I almost said it was hot.

He smiles, "If ya, like it s'much I might haveta use it more ofen." Letting his accent get almost indecipherably thick. I turn my head, a wave of jealousy hitting me, "And let everyone else drool over it, no thank you." America coughs, "It's- they won't drool.." I turn to him asking him, "Do you know what you do to me?" he looks confused, shy, "No." I lean forward rubbing against him, my legs now truly straddling his, I whisper, "This." before taking his cowlick into my mouth sucking lightly, letting him feel my desperation and want, how he affects me so.

He pulls back from me, head hitting the wall, "Iggy, stop." I freeze, realising what I've done. My body aching like there are flames filling my chest, I hear him speaking breathing heavily, "I want this, you, but I don't want ta, if it means nothin', I don' want it ta mean nothin' ta ya, when'll mean so much to me." I blink rapidly, "You git, do you think I'd risk our friendship we worked so hard to get back to if I didn't like you?" Alfred smiles brightly, "Ya mean it?" I stare at him for a minute he starts to blush. I decide to put him out of his misery, "Of course, Alfred I- I love you."

Tears run down his face, first one from the right, then left eye. I kiss them gently, I ask him, "What's wrong, I'm the one who just risked everything." he looks up at me, adoration in his eyes, "I luv ya too Art." I gasp as he bucks up against me, and then I realise, "Alfred, the box- it's gone." he looks around, then sighs, "And I'm still naked, damn that was one of ma favorite outfits." I smile grinding against him breathlessly announcing, "I don't mind you without it."

He pulls me down on top of him, kissing me hard. I slide a hand down his side, grasping him firmly. He hisses at the contact, I feel him running his hands all over me through my clothes feeling almost engulfed in fire. I pull back from the kiss letting him know, "Your ass is mine." he blushes hard, nodding softly. I feel him grip my ass lightly, pulling me against him harder, I use his juices to prep him quickly. He thrusts against my fingers, trying desperately to get needed friction. I switch soon enough pushing into him roughly.

He cries out in pleasure the same as I do, I thrust gently into him until he's trying to thrust faster, I give him what he desires. This experience has revealed some things, I should thank Germany. Alfred and I, we are together, and no one other than us will ever hear his lovely accent.