Chapter 3: "D-Don't look!"

"So~! What'cha been up too, Iggy?" Alfred asked, pulling him along to the couch. Arthur took a seat on the couch, moving up with the cushion as the American plopped himself down. His grin still lingered on his face.

"Well, other than you breaking my furniture, I don't know. " Both of them chuckled a bit.

"I know something we could dooo~." Alfie purred softly, leaning close to England's face. A blush covered his face lightly.

"A-And what is that?" The Briton asked, leaning away slightly. Suddenly, Alfred pressed his lips against the others without a moment's hesitation. He wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Arthur let out a small gasp, placing his hands on the other's hips, gripping tightly onto the jacket. A small whimper followed as he closed his eyes, moving his arms so they wrapped around his waist.

Alfred grinned and pushed him down onto the couch, grabbing his arms and moving them up so they wrapped around his neck. Arthur pulled him even closer, feeling the younger male shuffle a bit above him. Just as suddenly as he started it, he pulled away and smirked. The Brit whined and pouted, opening his eyes again.

"Not here. Can we head up to the bedroom?"

"F-Fine. Just hurry; I don't want to wait." Both of them got up from the couch and hurried up the stairs. As soon as they both stepped in, Kirkland laughed.

"That took you long enough…~" He said with a smirk, getting up from the bed. He walked towards them and grabbed each of them by the collar, moving them out of his way. A tap and a click echoed in the room.

"Alright boys~. Take a seat." He said, seeing them still standing. England's eyes widened as Alfred just stood there, confused.

"You-! Why did you-!"

"I locked the door because I didn't want you two leaving~. After all, I wanna have a little…fun." He said softly, walking towards his twin. Gently, he wrapped his arms around the other, that devious smirk still on his face.

Alfred turned and took a few steps back and watched. 'T-Two Iggy's! W-What's going on here?' He thought. "H-Hey! Let him go!" He finally said. Artie looked over and laughed.

"Oh? You wanna stop me? You're going to have to try~." He said, suddenly tapping the nightstand before pushing Arthur down onto the sheets. Alfred rushed forward, only to be suddenly stopped. Artie had hit a switch that set up a small trap. Chains and a few iron balls fell on top the American. He fell to the ground, landing with a heavy, "Oof!"

Arthur tried to get up and go to help, but Kirkland shoved him down again, crawling on top of him and straddled his hips. He leaned down right when England spoke.

"Alfie! D-Don't look- Mmphnn!" Artie cut him off the best way he could; with a kiss. The gentleman under him whimpered and whined, trying his hardest not to give in, but it was no use. His other's kisses were like magic to him.

Meanwhile, Alfred's face grew hot. He struggled against the chains, only managing to sit up against the wall. His pants began to grow tight as he watched them, seeing the pirate slowly strip Arthur of his clothing with much ease. He let out a groan, looking away from the scene down at his pants.

"….Oh shit." He muttered, trying to think of something else. When he looked back up, the tightening of his pants only worsened for him.

While America was distracted, Artie had stripped his other off all his clothing, and then his (though, it wasn't easy with Arthur struggling to much under him). Arthur was biting his lip hard as Kirkland just sat on top of him, holding his wrists over his head.

"Now, now~. What, oh what, should I do to you~?"