Disclaimer: We don't own Hetalia, unfortunately. It belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. Also, expect yaoi in later chapters. Don't like it, don't read it.

Note: I'm dead tired and I just edited this.. I may have missed a few things. Insomnia decided to take a gun to sleep's head today.

Arthur blushed darkly and smiled. God he loved Alfred. He kissed his back, slowly and sweetly before he pulled away and lied down beside him.

"Alfred, I... Well... Do you want to have sex with me? I-I know it's a weird question! B-But..." he sighed and bit his lip, glared away.

"…you almost gave me a blowjob and you're asking now?" Alfred nuzzled into his chest in attempt to hide his own blush, "Yes, I do."

"Blowjob?"

That's right, Arthur didn't really think about it but he did. He flushed by thinking about he had… well, given Alfred a blowjob, even though he didn't finished it.

"W-Well… uhm.. Do you have condoms?" the punk asked nervously.

Alfred couldn't believe those words had fallen out of his mouth. He made a mental note to think before speaking from now on and silently prayed that Arthur wouldn't take it the wrong way. It had been a surprising, but intensely enjoyable experience. Although, the feeling hadn't quite dissipated, making him feel slightly awkward about just lying there.

"There's a box over there that Francis packed," he said, uncomfortable with thinking about what the snob might have packed, "T-there might be something in there."

Arthur got up and walked to the box Alfred was talking about. He opened it, biting his lip. The thoughts were rushing through his head. Sex… with Alfred. He grabbed a condom and walked back to Alfred. Arthur sat down on the bed and pulled his pants and socks off. He was only wearing underwear when he crawled to Alfred, though he was hugging a pillow to cover his body while he looked slightly away.

"W-Well.."

Alfred wanted to fall face first into the pillow for a moment. Why had Francis packed those…? His attention was quickly diverted to the way his angel moved. How could any one person be so beautiful and still be so uncertain of themselves? Alfred sat up, trying for a moment to ignore what was going on between his legs, and waited patiently for Arthur to come back to him. He caressed his angel's face, pulling him closer. Between a series of soft kisses, he lightly took the pillow away and let his hands roam across Arthur's chest. He pulled back enough to look into those green eyes.

"You're the most alluring, tantalizing man I've ever met," he spoke tenderly as he wrapped his arms around Arthur's neck, "I love you."

Although Arthur had gone so far as to bloody him up earlier, it didn't matter. He'd still be there for his angel, even if Arthur had a knife in his hands next time. Pain or pleasure, it would never change how Alfred felt for him.

Arthur was like a doll; he didn't move. He was cold unlike Alfred, whose body was warm. When their skin touched, it was like the melted together. He bit his lip, hugging around his belly. He felt fat. And ugly and not worthy enough to be together with Alfred like this.

"A-Alfred, don't look at me," Arthur mumbled.

Damn Alfred, that bloody idiot. It was clear that how Arthur had acted when they first meet, wasn't like him, it was now Arthur was himself the most.. And he was scared.

Alfred's hands slide down to Arthur's. He wasn't entirely sure what was wrong. It hurt him that it seemed like he was being shoved away. He leaned in so that he was close to his angel's ear.

"Trust me," he breathed, barely above a whisper.

"O-Okay.." Arthur smiled softly. He was right; he shouldn't fear this so much. Alfred loved him and his body. He pressed a kiss on his cheek before he nodded, "All right then."

Alfred nuzzled against his angel's cheek and nipped at his ear before he lowered himself back to the bed. He wondered if it had hurt when Arthur had fallen from heaven. The thought sent a fair blush and a small smile across his face.

Arthur blinked as he saw that blush and laughed, "What's up? What are you thinking about?" he asked with a gentle smile before he kissed his cheek, nuzzling close to him.

"Just wondering if God ever gets lonely," he said turning his head so that he ended up kissing Arthur's lips briefly, "After all, his most beautiful angel is here with me."

Arthur raised a brow before he laughed.

"I am no angel, Alfred," he said and kissed his nose, "I have no wings and no halo".

The punk nuzzled into him as he chuckled.

"Denial," he grinned, then bucked his hips upward; Alfred's problem was becoming very distracting with his angel so close.

Arthur bit his lip in response.

"A-Alfred.." he whispered, looking into his eyes.

Alfred's eyes shone with adoration and something edging back toward lust. One of his hands came up to caress the other's cheek once more.

"You're going to hurt your lip, Arthur," he said softly before he leaned upward to kiss the Brit.

Arthur sighed and kissed back before mumbling, "I have no idea what to do... I feel like a doll. I can't move... A-And.. Yeah.."

Alfred's other hand snaked between them and started rubbing Arthur's member through his shorts.

"Don't think about it," he suggested with a kiss.

Arthur shivered and shut his eyes. A whimper left him as he bucked his hips forward.

"A-Aah... A-Alfred.." he moaned already.

Hearing Arthur call his name that way sent a shock of adrenaline through him. Alfred's face flushed further as he smiled. He moved his hands to his angels' waistband and tugged at them lightly.

''A-Alfred...'' he whispered. He slowly cupped Alfred's cheeks and kissed him deeply. His hips started working against Alfred's as few low, embarrassed moans escaped him, "Ah... Ha..."

Alfred moaned into the kissed and a slight shiver ran down his spine. Arthur felt so amazing. His hips arching into Arthur's as he lost himself in the feeling.

Arthur didn't think as he rubbed against Alfred. It felt too good, too good for anyone to understand. Just being with Alfred like this was amazing. He panted as his hips started to get tired.

''I-I want you in me.. I-inside me… Alfred!'' he moaned.

In some vague part of Alfred's mind, he realized that while he desperately wanted to comply to Arthur's requests, taking him dry would hurt his partner. He rolled over again, pinning Arthur to the bed, and kissed him softly.

"I won't be your winter," he murmured with a smile, "Wait one minute."

Arthur's eyes widened. So many thoughts rushed through his head now; so many feelings. He was happy, finally. Alfred made him happy. He made Arthur want to give him everything in the world, no matter what.

When Alfred left him to the box, Arthur looked adoringly at him. God, he was beautiful... handsome. He was flawless; his chest, belly… everything. He had a farmers tan, really. He looked like he had been photo-shopped because it was impossible to be this beautiful.

Alfred got up and walked over to the box that Francis had packed, wondering if he would find what he needed now. As luck would have it, the snob had packed a small bottle of lube. This made Alfred wonder what Francis was thinking when he sent this box along. He unwrapped the braces and bandages on his wrists, giving them an experimental twist. The ibuprofen had nullified most of the pain; a dull, almost nonexistent ache was all that remained at the moment.

Content with this discovery, he walked back over to Arthur and sat down between his angel's legs. Alfred paused to admire the pale man before him, then leaned down next to his ear.

"You said earlier that I would have to deserve this," he whispered as he nuzzled against the side of Arthur's head, "This is the last night you'll spend alone. I'll wrap you in my arms and I won't let go. I'll be everything you need me to be. Though the years and months may vary, I will always love you."

Alfred soon came back and he spoke. Arthur couldn't help but tear up, now crying. He couldn't cope all these amazing feeling and he wrapped his arms around him tightly before he noticed Alfred's wrist.

''A-Alfred? Your wrists...''

Alfred kissed away the tears, "They're fine, Arthur. Are you..?"

He was more concerned about his angel than himself. Alfred's pain tolerance was fairly formidable; his worry was that this was too much emotionally for Arthur.

Arthur lowered his brows. ''Don't be foolish! I am fine, but Alfred.. Your wrists might get worse, damn it,'' he said, kissing Alfred deeply.

Alfred smirked into the kiss. '…he does care,' the thought shouldn't have been surprising. Still, it had caught him a little off guard. He'd been propping himself up on his forearms to attempt to prevent too much harm to his wrists. For what he was planning, however, that was about to change.

He gently pulled away from Arthur's embrace so he could lean back a little and put a finger on Arthur's lips. Moving down to the waistband of his angel's underwear once more, he pulled the offensive material off, pausing for a moment so he could move out of the way.

Arthur smiled softly at first. God, those touches was amazing. They burned into his skin and he could feel them afterwards. Alfred's finger traced down his body, and then started to remove his boxers. A feeling like an electric shock rushed though him.

Suddenly, Arthur froze, once again but not like before, this time it was embarrassment. He had forgotten to shave, but only his trail of hair from his member to his navel. A little trail of blonde hairs was showing and Arthur's face was turning into a dark shade of red.

Arthur's blush was contagious, spreading to Alfred's face; his was more out of uncertainty and nervousness. This was his first time and he was nearly clueless. If it hadn't been for a few magazines Francis had given him years ago… he didn't know if he would have been able to do this.

Alfred situated himself back between Arthur's legs and was about to make his move when everything went completely out of focus. The room took on a hazy look as Alfred wavered slightly, and then slumped against his angels' chest. His head felt like someone had taken a baseball bat to it as he slipped into unconsciousness.

Arthur's eyes widened while he tried to breathe properly, then moved away from Alfred and made him lay down.

"O-Oh god!"

The punk got his boxers on and Alfred's as well, in case he needed to call the doctor. He was breathing. Of course he was, but Arthur had always been a little to overprotective. He ran his hands through his hair, taking a deep breath and shook him gently.

"Alfred?" Damn it, if it was because of the pain by his wrists, he was so damn stupid. Still… that bloody idiot. "Alfred?"

Alfred groaned in his sleep as Arthur shook him; the action had sent a sharp pain through his head. Little did Arthur know, it hadn't been his wrists at all. Sure, they were still sore and slightly swollen. Unfortunately, cracking his head against the floor twice earlier that morning was what had about done him in.

He bit his lip hard before he ran to the toilet to find some pain killers, just in case. He also got him a glass of water before he came back. He put it on the night stand and gently kissed Alfred's cheek.

"Alfred?" he tried again, stroking his cheek slowly.

It was several minutes before Alfred opened his eyes again. He had no idea what had happened, but Arthur looked worried. The telltale red mark on his lip suggested that he'd been biting it again. Profound relief washed over him as he reached up to touch Arthur's hand.

"Sorry," he mumbled drowsily.

Arthur sighed, "Oh dear.. What happened? How are you feeling?"

The punk helped Alfred sitting up, stroke his cheek again before kissing his lip. He reached over, grabbed the water and handed it to Alfred.

Alfred winced as his angel helped him up, "I dunno… I think I just blacked out. My head hurts a bit."

The American nuzzled into Arthur's touch and returned the kiss before taking the glass. After drinking about half of its contents, he leaned into Arthur's chest. He handed the glass back to his angel, who put it on the table.

Arthur stroke Alfred's hair slowly, gently, with a smile, "Do you remember anything?" He wanted to do if he knew anything about that they were going to have sex.

A fair blush settled across his face as he stammered, "O-of course."

A knock at the door cut off anything else Alfred had planned on saying. He buried his face into Arthur's chest to hide his horror as a French accent called through the door.

"Salut, mon amie," Francis said cheerfully.

Arthur panicked, kissed Alfred's head. He covered him in the blanket before getting dressed quickly. Damn, how embarrassing it was. He and Francis had been in a relationship and they actually never got out of it probably. He walked to the door and opened it.

Alfred hid in the pillow, trying to keep calm. Why had Francis shown up?

Francis' smile faded slightly when Arthur opened the door, "Allo, Arthur. Where is Alfred?"

He looked over the punk's shoulder and noted the American's clothes strewn haphazardly on the floor. Raising an eyebrow, he looked back to Arthur, wondering what had transpired since yesterday.

"What do you want?" he leaned against the door, a little frown appearing on his face, "Alfred is sick and does not wish to talk."

Francis had grown... a lot, just in a year, but why did he want to talk with Alfred? And why did his smile fade like that?

"So-?" he waited for an answer.

"Oh, vraiment?" Francis asked with a sly smile, "That's not what I heard from Zach."

If was possible, Francis thought that Arthur had become even more handsome. It irked him horribly that the punk had clearly chosen an American over him. This wouldn't do.

"I see." The punk just said.

Francis.. Bloody hell! He wanted to punch himself for thinking this thought. He was handsome, bloody handsome. Maybe he loved Alfred, but it didn't mean other people couldn't be handsome. Why Francis though? He looked back, stepped out and closed the door to the room.

"Want to go anywhere and talk?"

Alfred sat up as the door closed. He felt his heart sink when he heard Arthur's question. This couldn't be happening, could it? He grabbed Arthur's pillow, hugging it to his chest, and leaned back against the wall. A silent tear streaked down his face. Was he so easily replaced?

Francis nodded, "C'est bon. There's a coffee shop a few minutes away, if you would like to go there."

Clearly, Arthur and Alfred weren't as close as Zach thought if the punk was so willing to leave.

Arthur knew this might be hard for Al, he was feeling like shit, but he wanted Francis to leave.

"All right," he said, grabbed his phone and texted Alfred.

"Al, I am going to a coffee shop with Francis, don't worry. I will be home soon and I will bring some coffee home to you… I will try to figure out why his here and have a talk with him, all right? I have a CD recorded of me singing, you can listen to me. It's in the drawer.

- I love you

'This might do it,' Arthur thought and left with Francis.

Alfred heard his phone go off. He ignored it until the footsteps disappeared down the hall. Dragging himself off the bed, he meandered to the annoying tech to find around ten unanswered text messages from Matthew and the last one from Arthur. The ones from Mattie ranged from the usual 'hey, how are you' to 'Al… please say that wasn't you running across campus.' With a sigh, he texted Matthew back.

'Yeah, it was… I'm fine. Don't worry about it, Mattie.'

Alfred read Arthur's message and felt the dead expression on his face fall away. He wandered over to the mentioned drawer to find the CD. After he'd collected it, his speakers and CD player, he wandered into the bathroom for a shower. The melody and the hot water soothed away the day's anxiety.

Francis led the way down to his car and offered to drive them to the coffee shop. The weather looked as though it might rain soon, despite the clear skies the reports had predicted.

They drove off to the café. The clouds where dark out here and he wanted to be home with Alfred when it started to rain. He wanted he hug him, listening to the rain. He then looked at Francis and then away. Alfred was filling his mind. Every thought, everything reminded him of Al…

They soon arrived to the café and Arthur got out of the car, rather quickly. Faster out, faster inside the café; sooner done and sooner home… "So, here we are..."

Francis kept moderately quiet during the trip and watched Arthur fidget in his seat. He wondered what was bothering the punk, but refrained from asking just yet. He eyed the punk as he got out of the car, noting how quick he was to get this meeting over with.

"Is something wrong, Arthur?" Francis asked as they walked in. He ordered a black coffee and a croissant for himself.

Alfred eventually got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist before venturing out of the bathroom. He pulled on a fresh pair of boxer and retrieved his pj bottoms from the floor. Once he was decent, Alfred straightened up the dorm a bit. He found his glasses under Arthur's bed. A small smile graced his face as he put them on. He finished unpacking his stuff and settled back down on Arthur's bed, still listening to his angel's CD.

Arthur shrugged. He ordered a cup of tea for himself.

"Nothing," was all he said before trailing down to a table, pulling the chair out and sat down.

And then, it started raining. The only thing he could think of was to get home to Alfred and cuddle up to him, feeling his warmth.

"Why are you asking?" he looked at Francis

"You're still full of shit, Arthur," Francis laughed lightly as he sat down across from the punk, "You seem distracted, mon amie. In truth, Matthew sent me. He was worried about Alfred. Something about seeing him running across campus last night. Zach told me earlier that the two of you had been fighting."

Francis watched the punk carefully, hoping those green eyes would give him away.

Alfred stared out the window as it began to rain and wondered when Arthur was going to come back. He missed being held by his angel. Picking up his phone again, he texted Mattie for a while, then looked back out at the rain. He picked up Arthur's pillow, burying his face in it, and inhaled. Within a few minutes, he decided to go to sleep. Alfred placed his glasses on the bedside table and nuzzled into Arthur's pillow. A pang of loneliness swept through his as he pulled the duvet over himself and looked at his phone again.

'I miss you,' he texted Arthur, then slipped off into dreamland.

Afterward: Hey guys! A few of you have pointed out that the story is a bit confusing.. it'd help if we knew how it was befuddling you. Thanks to everyone who's reviewed, added us to your favorites or followed our work! You guys are awesome and I hope you keep it up.