That Curl
Chapter Three: US/UK
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis powers: Hetalia and no part of this are referring to actual countries.
England never would have guessed that Alfred would have one of those. He knew the Italy brothers both had one, but not Alfred.
As he stroked the little cowlick, he wondered if he wasn't, would America be making such cute little noises.
Bottles of expensive alcohols littered the floor, England was way beyond the point of drunk, and was not caring a bit. He wouldn't be doing this if he wasn't drunk, after all.
He had discovered that America had one of these by accident, and was exploiting it to the best of his ability. He smirked, and made the mistake of letting go of the hair.
America grabbed onto England, and pulled down the British nation from his perch on top of him.
Kissing England with all his might, America pushed the drunken nation down and dedicated all of his attentions to the slender neck Arthur possessed.
England mewled and blushed while holding on to Alfred, who had somehow taken off his shirt and the British man's at once.
They continued, and England moaned as the button to his trousers came undone by the topping American.
Alfred broke away from Arthur long enough to proclaim, "Arthur, you are going to stay here and fuck until you can't walk."
Arthur looked up at the smirking American and said, "Well, the same goes for you."
Arthur knew that in the morning his head and ass would be really sore, but it was so worth it.
A/N: Next chapter: Spain/Romano!