In the beginning of this chapter there is romance, but don't get to happy.

WARNING!: MALExMALE, UsUk, ScotlandxOC, A stupid city.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

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"You and me, rendezvous?
Rendezvous? Rendezvous?
Oh, or out on a hopping adventure?
With a crooked gait, one-two, one-two"

Chapter Six: Make Love? No, no

It was late, Alfred knew that; this didn't mean anything though. Arthur was beside him and he could just feel his warmth. Alfred couldn't hear the alarms, so he KNEW he could get a peaceful nights rest but he just couldn't! At first yeah he fell right asleep, but now; there was no way. The brit beside him was fast asleep. The moonlight from the window was hitting Arthur's head. It made his hair glow and the exposed skin on his neck look so soft. Alfred gulped and hesitantly placed his hand on the brit's neck. It was soft…

He moved his hand away and scooted closer, feeling a little braver. He bent his head down and inhaled his smell. His smell was of mint, tea, city, and somehow a forest. Alfred gulped again, hesitantly trailing his arm up to wrap it around Arthur's waist. He breathed in, just letting Arthur's scent fill his nostrils. He really shouldn't be doing this; did he even know Arthur all that much? Yeah… yes Alfred did know Arthur. Arthur knew him too, maybe not everything was accessible but YES he knew him.

"Alfred…?" Alfred heard the brit say, he instantly began to move away quickly only for Arthur to grip the hand around his waist.

Arthur turned around to face Alfred, blushing deeply. Alfred noted he looked absolutely beautiful in this lighting. Arthur hesitantly and slowly brought Alfred's hand to his face. He saw him gulp, obviously embarrassed by how much affection he was showing Alfred. He let the hand caress his face gently. Arthur was nervous, right now Alfred's hand was being so gently; it made his chest swell up in excitement.

Alfred slowly moved on top of Arthur, still petting his face. He just wanted to LOOK at him. To admire him in every way he could! Alfred leaned down and hesitantly placed a kiss on Arthur's lips. It was chaste, a new feeling to Alfred. Arthur blinked and blushed; he stared at Alfred who seemed so kind. His eyes were glowing that azure color and it made Arthur feel like his heart had stopped beating. He shouldn't be letting Alfred continue, but he didn't have the will to stop him. He didn't even want to stop.

Alfred kissed Arthur again, and again. His heart was swelling the more his hands glided over him. Alfred pulled his shirt off and helped Arthur with his. They both sat up and stared at each other for a long time. The deep green of Arthur's eyes was glowing softly, such a beautiful sight that made Alfred hold the brit's face. He leaned forward and placed gentle kisses around Arthur's eyes. Arthur blushed deeply, but smiled. Alfred was just flattering him now.

"Can… Can I?" Alfred asked hesitantly, unsure if he should even consider it. Arthur's ears became red and he sputted lightly with extreme embarrassment; he didn't refuse though.

After a while Arthur slowly began to nod, Alfred smiled and wrapped his arms around him. Alfred traced his hands up and down Arthur's back, the sensitive skin there twitched. Alfred watched Arthur's reactions as he did this, the brit didn't look so happy at first but he didn't say anything. Slowly Alfred felt the skin pull back, and watched as the wings unfurled themselves. Alfred kissed Arthur, moving his hands elsewhere so that he wouldn't upset him.

Alfred traced up and down the angel's sides, kissing him every once in a while. He just admired how beautiful this moment was. Arthur reached up and wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck, pulling him closer for their lips to lock. Alfred kissed Arthur, pulling him close so that both of their bodies touched; only stopping once every few times for air. Arthur took in a deep breath, his wings trembling behind him.

Arthur was getting hot, hot and his pajama pants were becoming uncomfortable to have on. He gulped as Alfred laid him back. It wasn't comfortable with his wings, but he got used to it. He was too focused on the way Alfred trailed kisses down him neck to even care really. He combed fingers through the American's dark blonde hair and gave a content sigh. This sucking and kissing was driving his mind into confusion.

Arthur squeaked and squeezed his legs together around Alfred's head as the man had begun to peal his pants off. Alfred looked up and smiled before kissing the untouched skin under his belly button. Arthur slowly relaxed his legs again and let Alfred continue. Alfred hummed and traced his hand across his inner thigh. Arthur leaned his head back and groaned, anywhere he touched would light on fire. Alfred slowly began to pull his pajama pants off…

"Arthur," came a voice from the door. It was Dylan.

Both men froze and looked over at the door, wide eyed and surprised. Dylan looked equally surprised and sputtered before slamming the door closed. Alfred quickly scooted away from the brit who wasted no time redressing himself and hiding under his blanket. Alfred blushed furiously and stood up off the bed, when Dylan came back in, his own face a bright scarlet. He looked at Alfred before climbing onto the bed and shaking Arthur. Alfred looked away quickly and grabbed his shirt, walking to a different side of the room.

"Arthur, I uhm…"

"It's ok Dylan…" Arthur said emerging from the blankets. He hugged his brother close, letting him tremble and shake.

"Arthur they… Arthur they wouldn't stop…" Alfred heard Dylan whimper. Arthur looked at him apologetically but he understood. He nodded and left the room after gathering his items of clothing.

That was a total bummer. You are never to be interrupted when you're in a sexual mojo situation. Alfred held his anger, but he was really upset right now. He sighed and walked around looking for a nice room. When he did find one he turned the heat on and cleaned up a bit. He was restless though, so there was no use trying to sleep. He looked at his phone, 7 am. He might as well just stay up.

Alfred walked back out into the hall and went downstairs to the lobby area he'd seen before retreating to bed. He walked down there to see Alistair already up. Maybe he hadn't even fallen asleep. Alistair looked up, examining the American. Alistair sighed and looked back at his book, shaking his head a bit before snickering.

"Can't even get a good shag in before the world curses you, now can yah?" he laughed. Alfred furrowed his brow.

"At least I can ALMOST get banged." He said flatly, crossing his arms. Alistair was silent for a long while, then he snapped his book closed and turned around. His green eyes glaring angrily at him, but it wasn't intimidating by the blush that went down his neck and up to his ears.

"How do yeh know if I bang or not, it really doesn't concern yeh now does et."

"No it doesn't, just like it doesn't concern you if I do or not."

Alistair rolled his eyes, before standing up. "How go are you in a good fight?" He asked suddenly. Alfred blinked and shrugged, he honestly didn't know. "Well, let's find out what exactly you can do…" With that Alistair took his shirt off and let his wings out.

Alfred gulped but nodded taking his coat off. He watched as Alistair jumped into the air again and came soaring down towards him. Alistair arm was already a sharp silver, and he raised it above his head to come down and slice it on Alfred's arms. Alfred new when the cold silver collided with his arm, but it was more like a cat scratch that bled slightly; he assumed to a normal human their arm would be severed off. Alistair stared in surprise that he'd failed to even injure this man. Alfred smiled happily before gripping Alistair's sword arm and spinning around in a circle before letting him fly.

Alfred got a buzz and stared at Alistair as he stood up slowly, grunting unhappily. He shot a glare at Alfred before gingerly touching his shoulder. Alfred frowned and went over immediately, his buzz gone as complete worry covered his features. Alistair rolled his eyes before sighing deeply. He stared at the American, scooting away from him as if to say, 'don't touch me right now'.

"Wow, pretty strong… I can't help you in training considering my shoulder is out of place and hurts like fuck."

"I'm sorry…" Alfred said looking ashamed of himself. Alistair shook his head.

"I can help you with that… Don't be sorry, I'm the one who wanted to see how strong you were. Well Arthur hadn't been kidding… Jana will help me with this I'll be ok." Alistair said, he folded his wings back in, wincing and stopping immediately when it hurt to do so, "What happened up there? Dylan was screaming last night… He was incoherent so I suppose that's what interrupted you. What'd Dylan say?"

"He said 'they wouldn't stop'," Alfred said, suddenly feeling awkward, "How'd you know-"

"I'm the older brother I know everything."

"What… did Dylan mean when he said that?" Alfred asked, trying to change the subject.

"When we were all locked up, Dylan was held separately from us for reasons only Dylan knows." Alistair said quietly. "We don't… know why he was placed separately, but we think it's because he reacted faster than us… They probably tortured him more than us… I really don't know…"

"Do you think Arthur knows?"

"No, when Dylan is like this he's very quiet and only babbles things you don't understand…" Alfred nodded understandingly.

"If you don't mind me asking… What did they do to you?" Alistair looked at Alfred surprised then looked away silently. He stayed like that for a while, "Sorry… I shouldn't have asked…"

Alistair didn't say anything, but he left the room swiftly, his black wings dragging across the ground. Alfred crossed his arms and shook his head. He was really stupid sometimes! Asking such a personal question to someone he didn't even know! He really should think more clearly before he opened his mouth.

Alfred hustled back up the stairs to Arthur's room. His brow furrowed as he slowly opened the door. Arthur looked up and put a finger up to his lips to tell Alfred to stay quiet. Dylan's head was resting in his lap; the man's face was red and his eyes puffy from tears. Arthur looked at Alfred apologetic again, but Alfred only smiled.

"Sorry…" he said silently.

"It's alright. I understand, I mean usually it's me going to my brother but yeah…" Arthur smiled at Alfred.

"Thanks… he just… I know he's older than me but sometimes he acts so dependent that it makes me wonder. I especially wonder why he comes to me to find comfort…"

"Well he can't go to Seamus, that kid wouldn't be any help… I think Alistair wouldn't exactly know how to react… Jana… Well I think your brother is a gentleman and won't climb in bed with a lady like that. Arthur, you are probably the best person for this job… how often does he…"

"Not often is it this bad, but he is restless most of the time…" Arthur said with a sigh, petting his brother's hair gently. "He's really tense… If he would just let his wings out it'd be better but he's more hesitant than me."

"Stimulate the skin and let them come out on their own…"

"I can't do that to Dylan… That's how they got our wings to come out…"

"I'm sure they didn't do it kindly… you should try it… but do it gently…"

Arthur nodded slightly, sticking his hand through the holds in the back of the shirt to gently rub the area between the shoulder blades. Dylan furrowed his brows and clung to Arthur, but calmed down after a minute or two. The wings were very slow to come out, as if they were so scared to show themselves. When they did though Arthur smiled and very gently massaged his brothers muscles; they twitched, but in a way Dylan looked relieved.

"You should go before he wakes up. He'd be embarrassed." Arthur said, Alfred nodded then placed a chaste kiss on Arthur's cheek.

"Don't think we are finished Arthur. I'll be back in your bed very soon." Alfred said, Arthur blushed wildly and Alfred swiftly left the room before he was hit with a pillow.

"Down with a sickness?
Show me your song!
See how today...
I'm still a patched up, crazy matryoshka!"

I'm sorry, I'm so weak. I love making people in stories sad.

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