"You know most people find British accents highly attractive-"

Arthur looked up from his crossword puzzle with a curious expression

"I for one think its a crock of shit." Alfred finished with a smug grin.

The British man narrowed his eyes and scribbled down another answer quickly, "At least my accent is refined and associated with intelligence. Yours however I've seem to notice is used quiet often to display how ignornat and uneducated people are."

"Is that right." Alfred said slowly getting up from where he sat on the sofa in the TV room and making his way over to where Arthur sat.

"I don't think you 'ought should have said that there."

Arthur scoffed, "If you're trying to change my opinion on your countries dialect you are failing at it completely. It doesn't help you can't even form a proper sentence when talking like that."

"Now sir, I think it's mighty damn cruel of ya to be talkin' about folks like that. Just 'cause we don talk all proper like ya'll don mean our way of speakin' is lesser then yours."

Arthur forced a nervous laugh as Alfred closed in on him, in vain he tried to focus on his crossword,

"My lord, so many grammer laws just violated..."

The corners of the American's lips twitched up into a smile as he grabbed hold of the sides of the chair and leaned down,

"Sir, I don think you are understandin' what I had says when I told ya that ya ought not to be makin' fun of me."

"Ha. Why don't "ya'll" get out of my personal space? And take your redneck talk with you."

Alfred's hand quickly moved to grab the Englishman's chin, keeping his eyes to his,

"Beg pardon sir. But you said that wrong." he cooed teasingly in the southern drawl.

"Ya have to bend ya tongue back, like makin' a cup. Let the 'll draw out a bit, then ya'll have it sir."

The dark blond man scowled and jerked his head in an attempt to get away from his grip, but he held firmly.

"Let go. I don't want to learn how to speak you're bloody accent."

"Nah, that ain't right...maybe I should show ya sir?"

Arthur struggled harder this time, dropping the crossword to the floor as he grabbed hold of the American's wrist,

"Don't-"

Leaning forward Alfred whispered in his ear, "I'd be mighty appreciative sir, if ya kept still. Cause ya see I can't move my tongue proper like if ya are squirmin about."

His breath was hot as his voice dipped deeper, "And I know how ya like things good and proper..."

A undeniable shiver ran up the other mans spine as he spoke, giving the sensitive skin of his ear a few small nips until he whimpered faintly. He slid his mouth, barely brushing his lips down Arthur's jaw murmuring all the while in that "redneck" accent that he swore the British man had said he despised a moment ago, but now each word seemed to rise goosebumps along the trail of Alfred's mouth was making down his neck.

Holding Arthur's shoulder back with his other hand Alfred pressed his mouth against the British mans. Arthur kept his mouth tightly shut as Alfred licked at his lips trying to coax him to part them. Slowly he slid the hand from Arthur's shoulder down his chest, and rubbed experimentally until he felt a small jump go through the British mans body.

"There..." he murmured against the kiss and slid his fingertips slowly over the mans nipple until the sensitive skin rose up. His face flushed Arthur let slip a sound of protest giving Alfred the chance to quickly plunge his tongue in, forgetting himself he prodded and stroked against his tongue heatedly feeling his breath come quicker in excitement. Feeling Arthur tense under him he slowed and carefully he pressed against his tongue, forcing him to make a "cup" like shape. The British man let slip a groan, but whether from annoyance or pleasure Alfred wasn't sure and didn't particularly care. Fingers slipped into the back of his hair, playing with the blond strands as Arthur sucked at his tongue after a moment, relaxing abruptly as he surrendered up his mouth. Eagerly Alfred loosened his hold and rested a knee between the other mans legs pressing it forwards when a sharp tug at the back of his hair jerked his head up and away.

"Ow! That wasn't very nice."

Alfred chuckled as he let the accent slip as he tried to look down at his sometimes father/brothers face.

"You-...best keep ya'll hands to ya'self. If ya don't want ta have'ta spend the rest of the evenin' pickin' glass shards out of ya baby blues. How was that?"

The American gave his chesire grin, "Perfect, sir."