Warning: There is yaoi in this chapter.

Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine.

A/N: None for now, read, enjoy, and review~

I sat on the porch, smoking my third cigarette of the day. It was summer and days seemed to drag on.

I always loved the summer- and sometimes the days would pass pleasantly, I would run outside and sometimes Arthur would even join me outside- of course on the conditions that I didn't try to "roughhouse", or run, or yell.

But I was happy, it was a content existence.

I shifted, hissing as I had to lean on my broken hand.

I was sore all over and our nightly ritual had started again. It made it a bit hard to sit, but usually I couldn't distinguish it from the black and purple points of pain that littered my body.

But it was okay, I knew they weren't on purpose. I was just a bit clumsy and I broke too many rules.

Well, maybe some of them were on purpose.

I moved my hand to my chest.

Arthur said those ones were to protect me from people like France and Spain.

I was never really sure how a bunch of bruises could do that, but I wasn't going to question how Arthur protected me.

But I was thankful for the protection, since Francis was back.

He was visiting again and I couldn't understand why Arthur would even let him in the house.

I suppose it was because that's just how Arthur was. Kind, forgiving- perfect.

I put out my light, stepping on the near burnt out bud.

I stood and stretched, groaning in pain at the soreness of my muscles. I decided to go for a run, figuring it'd be good for my muscles.

I took off into a sprint, smiling as the cool air whipped passed my face.

I continued that way until I reached the harbor, sitting under a tree, simply watching the bustle of the ships.

The first thing I heard was arguing. The next was complaining and screaming.

I grudgingly opened my eyes, upset I had been woken from the apparent sleep I had fallen into. I rubbed my eyes and watched the two men fight. They were screaming something about tariffs. Something about tea. I couldn't quite make it out.

I stood and followed, for what reason, I'll never know, but they walked into a small building not too far, still arguing as the lattern out front flickered in the night's breeze.

And then I realized what time it was.

My eyes widened and I sprinted home, Arthur was to be angry for sure.

I approached the house, the front of the house dimly light as I assumed Arthur was reading.

I hurried to the door, trying to look casual as I walked in the door- looking like the guilty teenager sneaking in after curfew I was.

"Alfred."

I cringed at the coldness in his voice, I was in trouble for sure.

"Boy, have you any idea what time it is?" I visibly shrunk as he approached me. "Well? Answer me boy."

"Um, no sir. I, um, fell asleep at the docks and-" The first blow sent me reeling.

I expected that one. Another hit and a hand on my shirt to pull me to a different room. I was expecting that one too.

The next thing I didn't expect.

There was a slam, and then yelling. And words I didn't understand. And suddenly there was a form in front of Arthur, blocking him from me.

The French man was grabbing Arthur's shoulder's, shaking him and screaming in his weird accent. He was yelling something about not hurting me, but he was just being stupid.

This was punishment for being bad, and Arthur had the right to do it.

I was between them in an instant, protecting Arthur from his evil hands.I clung to him protectively, glaring daggers at the french man.

"Leave Arthur alone!" The words sounded much more solid than I thought they would. A soft hand running through my hair was my reward, and I instantly closed my eyes like a content cat.

Francis took a step back, something akin to fear running through his eyes. I wasn't sure why, I wasn't going to hurt him.

He sighed and nodded, heading back to his room.

"I will have a word with you about this later Arthur."

And then he was gone.

I was quickly pulled to my own bedroom, following obediently behind.

Arthur tugged me again, landing my laying across his lap- when had he sat down?

I didn't know, but I would hear my belt being undone, and suddenly, my pants were around my ankles.

Punishment for my missed curfew.

I bit my lip as I heard his belt being undone, knowing I wouldn't have the mercy of a bare hand.

But...I wasn't hit. At least not with a belt.

Two rather rough, half-hearted spanks from a bare hand, and suddenly I was lifted- forced to sit upright in his lap.

"A reward for defending my Alfie." I blushed as he kissed my forehead, the nickname giving me butterflies.

I was pulled closer, gasping as a hand wrapped around a more...sensitive part of my body. I whimpered softly, feeling the blood rush to that area.

The same piece of anatomy was pressed against it, and whined in a pleasured confusion as I felt it stiffen and pulse against mine.

He kissed my forehead again and told me to shush, that Francis was close by, and he wasn't allowed to hear my voice.

I nodded, but couldn't keep myself from keening in pleasure when that hand started to move.

A harsh slap made my cheek sting, and I instantly shut up, throwing my head back as an alternative.

He grunted softly, his hand moving quicker as pre-cum slicked it's path.

By now I was panting, a shivering mess of an adolescent boy.

He seemed to notice this, how close I was drawing to completion- my endurance still very limited. One hand found it's way to my hair, it's nimble fingers tugging on that strand, driving me to the edge.

Another hand covered my mouth as I realized Arhur had figured this situation.

I let myself return to that white place, moaning as the feeling shook my entire body. I felt his own release on me as I came down fromm my high, opening my eyes to a spot of red- staring at the wall.

I slumped forward onto him, nuzzles his neck gently at the feeling of a hand running through my hair.

A few seconds went buy and I dimly heard him telling me to get up- I must have been too large for him to carry.

I stood, barely walking to my bed as I collapsed onto it, a thin blanket being draped over me.

Another moment with that hand in my hair, and suddenly I was the only one in the room. I stared at the wall until I drifted off.

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