In order to make England comfortable with their 'date', Alfred gave him the choice of picking what they do. The idea of a dinner was a welcoming one and, because it was England, it was in the nearby pub. It wasn't that bad, Alfred thought as he peered around. Sure, there were a few groups drinking and talking loudly here and there but nothing over-whelming. Stone was used inside of brick to show off its age (it was probably older than Alfred which was saying something). There was a light welcoming atmosphere too. He wasn't even aware that these places did food which was a nice surprise.

He looked down at the menu and half listened to the English nation's bragging - "You'll find that pub grub is the best grub!" "Nothing can compare." "Music is good choice too." "Might sure you go for a dessert. They are to die for." "Might play the fruit machine."

"What's 'bubble and squeak'?" he cut across England's ranting. "Rats? Mice?"

England looked horrified but laughed it off. "Goodness me, no! It's potato and cabbage. It's not bad. During my rationing time, it was a highly popular dish."

"Sounds icky."

Alfred loved his meat too much to settle for a plate of vegetables. This place did a range of burgers but before he could opened his mouth, England was pointed to the menu. "Go with the Shepherd's pie. It's lamb with potato. Very nice, one of my personal favourites. Since you like apple, go for the apple crumble for dessert. It's similar to your apple pies."

"And what are you having?"

"Chilli Con Carne for main then Spotty Dick with hot custard for dessert."

The American smirked and rested his chin upon his linked fingers. "You'll accept a spotty dick but not mine?"

England stuttered and kicked his date under the table. "Quit that talk! We're in public!"

"But you look cute when you turn red." Alfred smiled and watched England sink a bit in his seat. If it wasn't for those huge eyebrows, which he should really think about plucking, then the Englishman would be a fine looking person. "So when is the waitress getting here? Service sucks."

"Idiot. There's no waitresses in pubs! If you want an order, you go to the barmen. No, don't get up. I'll go. I know what we want."

Alfred watched him stand up and walk over to the bar. As he suspected, the Brit instantly ordered a drink. He didn't bother him too much. Arthur was somewhat easier to get along with when he was drunk because he didn't argue so much and clung on a lot more.

It was about another ten minutes before Arthur remembered Alfred was waiting for him. He walked over with a fresh pint of beer in his hand and sat down opposite with a weak smile. "I'm really happy that you came here. I didn't know you were interested in, well, improving our relations. I mean... I errr... never knew you were interested in being friends let alone this."

Alfred rested forward again and smiled. "I thought I was playing hard to get."

"You were playing a prat," England snorted.

"I'm here though, aren't I?"

"Yeah..." Arthur held his glass with both hands and stared at it with his weak smile growing. "I guess so."

"You're cute when you smile. You should do so more often."

Caught off guard, England looked up at Alfred's bright blue eyes. He never realised how bright they were. Had they always been like that? He felt his cheeks heat up and quickly took a large gulp of beer as though he was dying of thirst. Choking slightly, he hit his chest and then looked back up. "W-well... I smile enough. If I smiled all the time, it would be meaningless. Right?"

Alfred chuckled and winked. "Not as long as I get them all."

"Since when did you start sounding romantic?" Arthur asked. He had never known Alfred to have a single romantic bone in his body.

"Since never. I'm just being greedy. I want you all to myself."

"That's never going to happen."

"I know. So I'll take what I can."

Never something he suspected Alfred to say but it made him flush up with embarrassment and look away. No one had really spoken to him in that way before. No one had tried to charm him purely because of good intentions. To think that someone might actually like for being the way he was... It was kind of frightening.

"I'll, er, go check how long our meal will take. Do you want a drink too or? I'll get you something if you want. Might have to go with coke though since, er, you might be asked for ID but..." Arthur stood up in mid rant and quickly left to the bar. This was not going to be easy but somehow he'll find a way of getting through this with some dignity.

America was still struggling to see. It was hellish, no pun intended, to make his way along. The devil dimmed down the fireballs to ash and only gave guidance by the glowing of his green eyes. There wasn't a single word exchanged despite America's attempts to get information from him but was told to wait until arriving at a 'safe' location. Like anywhere could be safe down here in hell. What a joke.

He kicked against the ground as if expecting to move a stone or something to break away the illusion of an endless flat land. Being told to be quiet was not something that ever settled well with the American but with the eerie possibility of having demons breath down his neck or other unknown monsters out there, he would be willing to keep his mouth closed this one time for as long as he can.

"Are we there yet?" he whined.

"If you start that, I'll turn us around and send you back to the pit."

Alfred crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. Stupid British devil dude or whatever he was. But he paused when he heard a sound of a door opening - or something similar? The green glowing eyes vanished. Confused, he stepped forward and -

Smack.

"Open the door, twat."

Rubbing his nose, Alfred reached out and felt wood under his fingertips. He stroked along it until he came across the handle. "Could have kept it open for me," he grumbled as he stepped inside and instantly shielded his eyes from the bright light. A couple of blinks later, America dropped his hand down and peered around. "Hey, this is Britain's place! Are we back on Earth?!"

"No. This is a replica of his place." The devil was stretched out on the settee with a broad smile on his face. "Take a seat."

Alfred frowned and stood his ground. "No. You're gong to tell me everything you know. I want to get back home so I can kick that bastard's face in."

Arthur sighed and crossed one leg over the other before examining his nails. The patience of the young was non-existent. "What do you want to know first? I know we have eternity here, it still wouldn't be enough to teach you all I know."

"What were those things in the pit?" he asked without thinking. For now, it would be easy to forget about them but every time he closed his eyes... It wasn't something he was ever going to forget.

"Lost souls. It's where all souls go who have suddenly lost their vessels - usually in violent ways. They attacked you because your vessel is still walking around and they want it. Though yours does have a devil hiding inside it so it would make it pointless. They're never getting out of there and you're lucky I managed to get to you."

"Wait, what? Why?" Alfred knew of many reasons why someone would pose as a country but which reason was the right one?

The devil sighed. "Look, I will tell you everything I can if you just shut up until I'm finished. Can you do that much?"

"No promises."

"I expected as much."

"Evil exists in everyone - or the potential for evil does. It depends how you chose to view it. As nations, your sides are darker and stronger than the norm to the point where they form devils. Recently, we've been content to sit in the shadows and whisper into your ears but, well, your little devil on the shoulder grew restless. He's been wanting more. Never thought he would go out and do the unspeakable though."

Alfred, already forgetting the request of silence, cut in. "Why me though?"

"It's not just you. Everyone has struggled to deal with their darker sides at some point during their history. Yours has just been growing restless now because, err how do I phrase this nicely?, you're amongst the weakest."

"I'm not weak," America said coolly.

"My wording is poor. I meant you're completely unsatisfied. You love control. You love power. It's a burning thirst for you. The majority of countries have had a chance to surrender to it. Heck," a dark smile crossed his face, "I had England in the palm of my hand for so long."

"You're sick. And wrong."

"If you insist on believing so." Arthur shrugged. "But with someone who has no knowledge of magic or anything of the type, you've been ignorant about your own existence. You'll be happy to know that he is weakened whilst in your vessel. His magic is limited."

"But if he gets into the facilities then he could declare war on everyone and - He's going to destroy everything!" America had weapons that should have never been created but if a devil got hold of them then it would be world war 3! "How do I stop this?!"

"It's not his body to take but there is a way he would be able to trade places with you permanently."

Alfred really didn't like the expression of the devil's face. Arthur sat up and his tail swayed like a dog's tail when excited.

"He has to form a bond with someone already on Earth. The stronger the bond, the stronger he becomes. And being power greedy, he's going to go after the strongest bond he can make."

"Huh...?"

The devil grinned. "He's going to bang England."

"... Huh? They're gonna fight? What does that do?"

"No, you twit. You never had a stronger bond than with England, right? Whether you like it or not, that's how it is. So, he's going to sleep with him. Sex. Fuck. Get the hint now?"

"WH-WHA?!"

Alfred could not contain his flustered reaction. His face went red and he stumbled over his words. "W-why him? He's old! A-and... N-no way! C-can't be - why?!"

Arthur was amused. He smirked and fell back onto the sofa again then winked. "You like him, do you not? No, don't try to deny it. As dark counterparts, we know all that goes on in our nation's mind. Your devil has told me everything so you cannot hide it from me."

"Ewww, no way! I have never thought about - Bullshit! I'm calling bullshit on you!" Alfred's voice grew higher in pitch and he pointed a finger accusingly at him. "Liar! You lie! You're a devil so you lie! You're just messing with me. Quit it!"

Arthur laughed and placed his hands behind his head. "Now why would I lie when the truth is much more entertaining? It's strange though, isn't it? He could charm a lady and do so but he is power hungry so why not enjoy a challenge if he got him what he wanted?"

"Britain won't give it to him."

"He will if he believes it's you."

Alfred stopped freaking out long enough to peer down at Arthur. The red-headed devil just smiled innocently at him. Did he just...? But Britain wasn't interested in him. He had never shown any interest in him before. Then again, he was an old perverted man. But he really wouldn't sleep with America, right? But who knows how many people that old man slept with in the past.

"But, regardless of feelings, once they sleep together it is game over for you." The devil said lightly. "You'll be stuck here forever until you turn into one of those lost souls."

"Fuck off."

"It's true. Being connected to a vessel, or believing to be, means you will never be able to move on."

Alfred whined and dropped down to the floor. This was too much. First he was stalked by a dark clone that turned out to be a monster, then he got into an accident that sent him into a pit filled with monsters, and after being rescued by a kissing pervert - Alfred learnt the horrible truth about why this was happening only to also learn it would end with his devil self fucking England while he became a hideous monster.

He felt two hands on his shoulders and didn't protest as they began to rub his shoulders. "You're so tense about this," the devil purred. "Why don't you sit back and enjoy yourself while you can? It's going to be a long eternity."

Alfred's back slammed against the front door. His grunt was muffled instantly by the rough pair of lips over his before his partner's tongue invaded his mouth with no warning. Arthur's hands were all over him: groping his sides and squeezing his arse tightly. He could smell the alcohol influence upon the Brit's breath but had no chance to protest. Drunk or not, Arthur was a damn good kisser.

In drunken haze, Arthur fumbled with the button and zip. His hand was brushed aside in favour of pressing their groins together.

The street-lights were off, fortunately giving them a blanket of darkness while they dry-humped each other with muffled groans from the drunk. But it wasn't enough to satisfy. More was needed. With great effort, Alfred eased his hips away from Arthur's and ignored the feeling of a bulge grinding against his thigh instead. Gripping Arthur's shoulders, he turned them around with enough force to startle Arthur out of his animalistic state.

He peered up at Alfred with his emerald eyes. The expression was so pitiful and needy that Alfred smiled a toothy grin and pressed back against him. "It's getting cold out here, right? Let's go in and really heat things up."

Arthur's cheeks were redden but he nodded and patted down his jacket in search of his keys. Impatient, Alfred pressed his hand against the lock and used what little magic he had to open the door. They tumbled inside with Alfred just catching himself in time to prevent squishing Arthur beneath. But the Brit didn't care. He locked his legs around Alfred's waist and stuffed his hand deep inside the trousers.

Alfred's hips jerked back as he groaned. "Shit, your hands are cold..."

"Want me to stop?" Arthur asked, his voice heavily stirred. His fingers clumsily slid against Alfred's bare member. "Cause I won't."

Just what he wanted to hear. Alfred smirked and stared down at his intoxicated partner. "No. Keep going."

The cold touch trailed down along his hardening shaft, barely touching the head but capable of giving his balls a gently squeeze. Alfred's nose pressed against Arthur's neck where he softly bit down on the skin. The hand against him froze briefly before continuing its unpredictable pacing. Alfred's hips rolled into the hand as he left sloppy kisses along Arthur's neck so the Brit was moaning in pleasure.

A sudden bright light surrounded them. Alfred pulled back to peer over his shoulder and saw that the front light of the neighbour's house switched on. Oh yes, the door was still open and they were pretty much getting at it half over the doorway. Alfred gripped the Brit's wrist and pulled it away. "Why don't we head upstairs and get comfortable? You wouldn't want the neighbours to see." A comical expression passed Arthur's face. Alfred pushed up onto his knees and shifted their legs around to close the door. "Come on."

Helping him up, Alfred got to his feet along with Arthur. The Englishman swayed for a moment, giving Alfred the moment to pull him against himself. He flashed a grin at him. "Want me to carry you up, sweet cheeks?"

"Bugger off." Arthur scoffed and pushed enough causing himself to stumble. Alfred caught him and slung the drunk over his shoulder with a merry laugh. Had he been in his usual frame of mind, Arthur would have swore and hit Alfred until released but, since he wasn't, instead Arthur laughed and pushed his hands down pass the belted trousers and squeezed at Alfred's buttocks. "Squishy."

Feeling the butt muscles flex under his hands as Alfred walked up the stairs, Arthur laughed again and attempted to wiggle his hands around the waist towards the groin. He didn't get far when Alfred then dropped him on a bed and crawled over him. "Would this be easy?" he offered, unbuttoning his trousers and tugging them down past his thighs to reveal tented underpants.

"Much," Arthur purred, reaching out and tugging Alfred closer by his underwear. Winching when it pinged back against him, Alfred pressed his lips back on to Arthur's and melted into the heated passionate kiss before returning to the neck. Arthur's breathing hitched and became shallow with every bite and suck.

There was only so much build up Alfred could take however. He needed to get to the main point. Alfred reached out a hand and felt his way along the bedside cabinet till he found a handle. Far too lazy to get off the bed to look probably, Alfred tugged open the drawer a few inches till there was just enough room to wiggle his hand inside. His fingers patted down on numerous items, mostly books, until he found a little bottle. Though the Englishman didn't get as much action as he once did, he was still always prepared for this day. How kind of him, Alfred thought mockingly.

Turning the bottle around in his hand to read it to be certain, Alfred sat up. It was definitely lube. Flavoured too. "Here it is," he cheered, turning back around to grin at his partner only... Arthur's eyes were closed and his lips were parted as he gently snored. "Hey!" Somewhat annoyed, Alfred shook Arthur but got no response. "So close," he cursed under his breath, throwing the bottle down on the ground. Tomorrow will have to be the day for his patience was wearing thin.