A/N 1: Hi again, guys! I'm finally done with chapter two!
Warning: Slight smut!
Pairings: USxUK, AsaFem!Kiku, USxUkraine

Alfred sat on the cold, linoleum floor in abhorrence. The hero isn't supposed to cause the problems –he's supposed to make everything right! He forced Arthur to cheat on Sakura, the charming, quiet woman he met at the faculty Christmas party. Arthur had been so kind to him when he first started work last year and this is how he repaid him? He heaved out a long groan of self-approbation, and looked up. Arthur didn't stay around after the "incident." Alfred was actually quite pleased with this; he didn't think he'd be able to face the man so soon after. He reached over for his button-up and pulled on the rest of his clothes. The physics teacher left his closet, new gadgets forgotten, grabbed his satchel, and slung the brown bag over his shoulder.

The time in between leaving the dark school and arriving at his condo was a blur for Alfred. He found himself standing in front of his door, hand on the knob, wondering how he should act, what he should say. Would he tell her? The door suddenly flung open without his doing, and Alfred was flung into a slightly smaller body with a very large chest –the same chest his face was now buried in. He quickly raised his head out of the two mountains of softness with a very red face and scrambled away.

"K-Kat! What are you doing?" Alfred practically yelled at the Ukrainian woman. His face softened a bit when her white-blonde hair fell in front of her porcelain face when she ducked her head in embarrassment. She sat on the floor, hands planted in front of her and legs tucked under. The blouse she was wearing was dangerously close to ripping in the front from her extremely large bust. "Look, I'm sorry for knocking you over," Alfred said and kneeled down to help his girlfriend up. He pecked her on the cheek and gave her a fake smile, hoping she couldn't tell what wrongdoing he just committed.

"It is alright, my love. I was just going out for more buttons. I've got so many shirts to repair!" Kat replied with her cute accent. Her head cocked to the side when she beamed up at Alfred. He couldn't look at her innocent smile anymore, and averted his eyes in guilt. Katyusha sensed that something was wrong and reached up to take his face in her hands. "Is everything all right, Al? You don't seem your usual self."

"N-no, I'm fine. Everything's all right… Everything's… fine," Alfred said. He took hold of Kat's wrists and removed her touch. "Go do what you need to. Um… Do you want me to make dinner?" Kat looked skeptical from his small speech, but nodded nonetheless. She titled her face up with slightly puckered lips, waiting for a goodbye kiss. Alfred's gut clenched and he almost threw up in her face. He was panicking.

Kat felt her face getting hotter the longer she waited for her kiss. She opened one eye to peek up at Al and saw he was sweating, looking around the room in desperation. Kat thought they were long past the nervousness of a new relationship, as they were well into six months of being together –she had even moved in. She sighed and opened both eyes completely. Alfred felt hot breath tickle his Adam's apple and looked down at his slightly irritated lover.

"Goodbye, Alfred," Kat said a little bitterly before quickly leaning up to steal a kiss. Alfred was too shocked to return the pressure of her supple lips, but it was over swiftly. He couldn't help but compare the softness to Arthur's body. Kat felt silkier, smoother than Arthur's calloused and rough skin, but that's one of the many things Al really loved about him. He fell into a daze of Arthur's lusty body and felt his eyes glaze over. Alfred even missed the whooshing of Kat's skirt as she left to run her errands. Alfred stood there later, contemplating dinner arrangements, shrugged and decided on eating out. He picked up his keys and walked out of the condo to his 1988 Notchback Mustang that had some scratches with candy wrappers and fast food trash littering the floor.

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Arthur arrived home without incident –besides his backside hurting and feeling very dead inside. Sakura wasn't home yet, thank God. He walked through the large, Japanese style house to the bathroom to clean up. Arthur slowly unbuckled his trousers, too afraid of the consequences from earlier, but feeling too disgusting not to clean up. When he tried to bend over to pull his trousers off, the constant, dull pain doubled to be almost unbearable and he hissed in discontent. So, without bending over, Arthur slowly wiggled his hips until his slacks were around his ankles and stepped out of them, doing the same with his boxer briefs. When the pants were on the floor, he saw a great deal of the goopy, white substance that was smeared all over his arse and still slightly dripping out. Mixed in with the clear-white substance were small traces of blood. He and Alfred should use a better lubricant than saliva next ti –wait, wait, wait! They were not, under any circumstances, to do it again! There was no bloody way Arthur was even going to be able to confront the loud-mouthed American. He sent up a silent "thank you" to Saint Patrick that it was Friday and he could wait a whole weekend before having to see Alfred again.

Arthur heard the front door open and his head snapped up in panic. He quickly grabbed some toilet paper and wiped up all the evidence of his crime. As fast as he could with the pain, he bent over to pull his pants back on and was buckling his belt by the time there was a quiet knock on the bathroom door.

"Love, are you in there?" came the muffled voice of his Japanese wife.

"Y-yes, dear. I'll be right there," he called and limped over to slide open the door. "Hi," he whispered, taking in the sight of her beauty. She had shoulder-length black hair and wore a white blouse with a pleated, purple skirt that reached her ankles. The large wedding ring on her left hand sparkled brightly in Arthur's eyes, so much that he had to turn his gaze elsewhere.

Sakura's forehead scrunched in confusion. Her love was acting quite unusual this evening; usually he would automatically greet her with a sweet, chaste kiss on the lips and whispered words that made her heart melt every time. Tonight, however, he did neither of these things and she stared at his face expectantly. It was apparent that Arthur wasn't going to make the first move tonight, so Sakura reached up on her tip-toes and pressed her red painted lips to his, giving him a slow, long kiss. Arthur, for once, was very hesitant in responding, but eventually did.

Arthur could still discern Alfred on his lips and didn't want the taste of Sakura to intermingle with it. Yet, years of being together made him fall into the usual routine of kissing his devoted wife. Arthur's clenched hands moved from his sides to her waist without his knowing and the grip of her arms around his neck tightened. Sakura wove her fingers into his messy, blond hair and her body pressed very close to Arthur's. The leaning down he was doing to kiss Sakura was really killing his already aching lower back and he needed to take a breath anyway so he pulled away first. This left his small wife panting with a very cute blush dusting her cheeks.

"I love you," she whispered after she laid her head on his heaving chest. Arthur couldn't take the touch of a woman any longer and stepped out of her embrace, wiping the lipstick from his mouth. Sakura stared in slight confusion.

"The students were terrible today. I'd really just like a hot bath," he said in a resigned voice. Arthur turned on his heel and headed into the large white bathroom again. Once he was sure the dainty footsteps of his wife were a safe distance away, Arthur repeated the long process of taking his pants off. On autopilot mode, he filled the bath and eased himself in. The rough sponge bit into his burning skin with soap, but he didn't feel any cleaner. There were small love-bites all over his chest and hips –easy to hide – however, the small scratches on his arms were not. There was also the issue walking with a limp instead of his normal long strides.

He could end it all now, if he really wanted to: the painful backside, the aching in his chest that he didn't know was longing or guilt, the action of looking his wife in the eye afterwards. Arthur sank lower into the water until only his nose was caressed by the air. His hair floated around his scrunched face. One more inch and he would be submerged completely; he just had to stay under until he passed out and eventually drowned. Arthur couldn't lie; the prospect of leaving his complicated love life was very welcoming; he sank lower still. Yet, that little voice that was his conscience started scolding him. His nose was underwater for well over a minute now. Little spots of light appeared above the water; in his dazed and self-loathing state, they even looked like fairies.

The face of a blue-eyed American suddenly filled his vision and he felt like he was awakened from a long nap. He bolted upright, and inhaled as much oxygen as he could through his mouth and nose. He sat still, panting, and listened to his furiously pumping heart slow to dull thumps. Arthur, get it together, you bloody git! He raised his hand and brought it forcefully to his face where it made a stinging SLAP!

He didn't know how he was going to face Sakura again –should he tell her? Or keep it a secret? When he cheated on her with Francis Bonnefoy years ago, he told her right away; she was oddly okay with it. It was a little better that they were only dating back then, though. After he told her, she got very red-faced –he thought she was mad– and started giggling uncontrollably. She demanded details; he offered them with his face heating up. He hoped it would be compensation for doing the deed in the first place. The conversation ended with her having to rush out of the room to stuff toilet paper up her bleeding nostrils.

This time felt immensely different though. Alfred was… just Alfred. He wasn't promiscuous, like Frenchie; he was such an American boy, not a Japanese woman; he never got fat, no matter how much McDonald's he ate; he was genuinely nice and tried to look out for everyone; and the kids just seemed to love him. Arthur was also married this time. He was married to a woman. Someone he actually loved. He didn't love Alfred. Sure, he definitely had a bit of a crush on the man, but he had shooed away those thoughts too many times to count…

The bath water started getting awfully lukewarm and unsatisfactory for the Brit, so he decided to finish up and face his wife. There was one more dirty deed he had to do before getting out, however. Arthur painfully leaned his hips upward to snake a hand to his backside, where he slowly and carefully inserted a finger to his stinging entrance. Wiggling his finger around a bit had the remnants of Alfred's semen ooze out to the top of the bath water. There. Arthur felt at least a bit cleaner without the American's essence filling him to the brim.

But what was this loneliness that settled around his shoulders like a heavy, black cloak when he was standing beside the bath, watching the cooled, dirty water drift down the drain? The plush pink towel wrapped around his hips was warm, but he still felt his body shivering and trembling. He brushed off the rivers of lament that were hastening down his cheeks as water from his sodden, blond locks.

Arthur trudged into the cozy room that belonged to him and his wife once he composed himself. He chose long sleeves and pants and crawled into the too-big, pink bed sheets. Sakura was already lying on her side facing away from Arthur. He heard small slow breaths that indicated she was asleep. Usually he would cuddle up from behind, breathing in the scent of her cherry blossom shampoo; however, tonight he couldn't even stand to be in the same room. The Briton inched as far away from his wife as he could and faced the opposite direction. It would be many sleepless hours before he succumbed to his nightmares.

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Alfred sat at the small table in his beat-up condo. Kat should be back any minute now, so he decided to hold off eating his Big Macs until she arrived. He didn't even feel that hungry –which was odd since he always had pangs of hunger– just… what were these emotions he was feeling? Al certainly felt happiness, for he finally got to see and feel the beautiful Brit squirm under his touch. Yet, when he thought of the consequences that Arthur would face, his gut clenched and he felt like running to the bathroom to vomit.

He forgot his churning stomach when the front door squealed open to reveal his Ukrainian lover. When she laid her eyes upon him, the scowl on her face was replaced with a look of pure adoration.

"Pryvit, Alfred," she said. Kat's loving gaze dropped to the table strewn with McDonald's bags. "Ah, you and your beloved cheeseburgers." She smiled and took a seat next to Alfred at the small table and dug in before Al could reply. This was one of the things Alfred really liked about Katyusha: she understood his love of fast food and hardly ever complained when he wanted it. Save for the week he wanted it every day; she ripped him a new asshole for that. Helping herself to one of the many Big Macs in the bags, Kat stole a glance toward Alfred. He was staring at the bags with a goofy grin on his face. Soon, that grin turned to a pout and eventually to a full blown scowl. This scowl then slowly morphed into a sort of depressing look. Kat's heart thumped painfully when she saw that Alfred was upset, but didn't press him for answers. She searched her mind for things that would typically cheer the American up quickly and flushed. Katyusha quickly chewed the last of her burger and started planning.

Throughout dinner with Kat, Alfred's mind was filled the images of forest green eyes that glinted with happiness, but the more Al dreamed of these eyes, the more they slanted in anger. Not for the first time that night, Alfred's gut clenched in guilt. He thought of the pain Arthur was doubtless basking in: culpability, remorse, and to top it all off, he had also bottomed on the cold, tiled floor. The burger Alfred was nibbling on suddenly became quite tasteless and he dropped it on the pile of wrappers littering the table. He wiped his hands on his pants and stood, casting suspicious looks around the room, for Kat had disappeared. He was so lost in the thoughts of his dirty deed, he hadn't noticed her leave.

Alfred decided then: he didn't care much what Kat did anyways, and set off to the small blue bathroom. After grabbing a plush towel, turning on the water, and stripping, Al slowly eased himself into the hot, streaming water. He let the water soak his hair and run over his skin, making it turn slightly pink under the heat. The skimpy, clear shower curtain was thrown to the side, revealing the surprised and exposed American. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Kat, who was also naked, stepped into the shower with him.

"You don't mind if I join, do you?" she asked sweetly, eyelashes casting long shadows down her face. Her large breasts were pushed out more than normal, as if seeking the attention their owner so desperately pursued. Alfred's eyes bulged out, not helping but notice the roundness that made Kat's shirts always rip. He shook his head, to say no, he didn't mind; or to rid the image from his brain, he didn't know. He moved to give her more room and faced away from her, face flushing darker every minute. Alfred soon forgot about the woman in the shower with him –he really had to stop doing that – and his mind started flooding with large forest green eyes. The eyes bore into his very soul and gripped his heart in a vice grip, making it thump in intensely. Scenes from earlier flashed through his thoughts like a blushing, panting blond, a flushed, supple ass high in the air, and the whimpers of pain-pleasure that escaped both men's lips. He desperately wished Sakura and Katyusha away, not only for the hot sex but so they could wake up to each other, laugh together, and shower with each other without the confines of women. He felt a twitch of pleasure down below at the mere thought of a lust-filled Arthur waiting for him without a guilty conscience.

"I see you're not so… down anymore," came the lusty voice of Kat. He turned his head to stare at her; she was ogling at his trembling member while licking her lips like candy in front of a child. Alfred slowly turned around and Kat clashed her too soft lips with his slightly chapped ones. She ran light fingers slowly down Alfred's wet chest while feebly fighting for dominance with her skilled tongue. Alfred couldn't lie; it felt good to have Kat's breasts pressed against his chest with her erect nipples tickling his own. He couldn't help but feel extremely excited. Kat had him pressed up against the shower wall as she moved her wet kisses down to Al's neck. She reveled in the clean scent of him and the feel of his hair between her fingers.

The abruptness of Kat's assault left Alfred in a confused daze. He didn't know how to react or think. He just took it all in and stored it away for later, better examination. He imagined Arthur whispering naughty things in his ear and licking a path down his chest like Katyusha was currently doing. She knelt on the soaked, hard surface of the tub and stroked the insides of Alfred's quivering thighs. Kat breathed heavily onto his almost-hard member, and it twitched in an enthusiastic response. Al gasped in surprise when she seized the base of his cock and licked the tip teasingly. She felt him get fully hard and started pumping after taking a little more than the tip into her mouth. She sucked lightly, trying to get a reaction out of Alfred.

He started panting and clutched helplessly at her shoulders for support. Katyusha smiled for she had succeeded and took as much as she could of him into her mouth, avoiding her teeth like the plague. His heartbeat pounded in his ears as Kat's mouth sucked and her tongue worked around the tip and sides of his appendage. His head felt like exploding and he let out a deep groan as she picked up the pace. Alfred's breathing quickened a great deal and his shaking hands moved from Kat's shoulders to grip her hair in a fervent hold. He leant his head against the wall and pushed his pulsating manhood farther into her mouth. She was forced to open her otherwise useless trap even more and relax her throat. Kat knew the signs of completion and hummed around the intrusion of her mouth. She had his whole cock in her mouth and started massaging the happily hanging sack in between Al's legs, and he let out a loud moan. He was murmuring something breathlessly, cheeks flaming and knuckles white.

Kat's head starting darting so fast, she resembled a woodpecker searching for food –which was ironic in the least. Alfred let out one last moan before exploding into her expert mouth.

"A-Arthur!" he yelled as he came. Kat looked up with a bemused expression. Arthur…? Huh? Semen dribbled from her now empty mouth as the rest swirled down the drain, like Alfred's composure. He slid down the wet wall and dropped his head in his heads. Hot tears made their way down Al's cheeks as he sobbed, and Kat held him in her arms, still confused about his outburst.

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