Arthur groaned as their kiss deepened, Alfred's tongue exploring the inside of his mouth, his nails dragged across Alfred's back eliciting a loud moan from him. He felt a strong tug at his shirt before his chest was bare, his nipples already taut hardened impossibly more as Alfred's mouth was suddenly on one of them, his free hand playing with the other. His other hand was slowly, lazily almost, trailing down to Arthurs vital regions… It was agonizing, how slow his fingers were moving to the one area that craved Alfred's touch the most, then, right when he was about to reach it, he skimmed around it. Pulling down Arthur's pants so that they rested at his ankles, feeling pretty naked he pulled off Alfred's shirt, missing those soft yet strong lips for only a second as they attacked his again. Suddenly Alfred was pant less, trailing kisses down his chest to his abdomen, Arthurs back arched off the bed, Alfred's lips only inches away from his manhood.

Slowly, so agonizingly slow, did Alfred pull Arthurs boxers down, freeing his aching manhood, allowing it to spring up to full attention. Alfred's tongue started to lick around it, causing a pathetic whimper to escape Arthur's mouth, his hands fisted in the sheets as suddenly Alfred gripped the base and started to drag his to-

-BEE-BEEEEP-BEE-BEEEEP-BEE-BEEEEEP-BEE-BEEE-SMACK!

Cursing heavily under his breath Arthur rolled over and slammed his hand down on his alarm clock, goddamn what the bloody hell was that? Sitting up, he was immediately aware of his-ahem- 'little' problem…Glancing back at the clock he realized it was only seven in the morning, which meant Alfred was still asleep so he could sneak and take a nice cold shower.

Painfully he lifted himself off the bed, every muscle in his body aching and protesting with each move he made, grabbing his clothes as quickly as he could-which wasn't very quick mind you-he limped across the hall to the bathroom. Stripping off his pajama pants, then his boxers, England slide into the shower and under the frigid water letting it sooth the muscle pains he was having and err, other problems as well.

Shutting off the water, he found that because of the freezing water his muscles were having a bit more of a harder time cooperating then before the shower, though they were still freezing and he couldn't feel the pain. Slipping on a comfortable pair of jeans and T-shirt Arthur limped out of the bathroom and into the living room…to see the star of his very naughty fantasies sleeping on the couch.

Bloody hell.

Limping as quietly as he could to the kitchen, Arthur started to brew himself some tea, hoping that it'd calm down his nerves. Unfortunately for him, the smell woke up Alfred, which he hadn't noticed until the git shuffled into the kitchen and mumbled "morning" with a rough and goddamn sexy morning voice that sounded like pure sex. Mentally face palming himself, not to mention telling himself to get a bloody grip, Arthur managed a brief greeting back before busying his mind with making a perfect cup of tea.

Trying to walk normally back to the Living room was a challenge, but once he was out of sight from Alfred, Arthurs limp was even worse, and he found himself collapsing tiredly into the closest recliner. He heard some cursing from the kitchen, before Alfred reappeared and plopped down on the couch some emergency Mickey D's biscuits and burgers in his hands. Surprisingly, he even had a cup of tea and it looked like he was nursing his left han-ah, he had burned himself on the kettle. Dumb bloody git.

"Hey, Iggy, where do you keep your sugar? This tea seriously needs some sugar dude" Alfred suddenly spoke up, causing Arthur to jump and whimper softly from the sudden stabs of pain shooting down his back. Arthur glared at him, to which the American idiot was ignorant to until finally realizing he'd have to go find it on his own, teeth clenched in what looked like anger but was-unknowingly to poor Alfred-pain Arthur made himself more comfortable on the seat.

As Alfred came back into the room, Arthur had just started to drift off, considering the few hours of sleep he'd had, but no, the bloody arse had to be all cheery and loud!

"So, Iggy! I had like, the craziest dream last night!"

"Good for yo-"

"I imagined that you had kissed me and I had freaked out and thrown you off me! Then you hit the roof and the floor, but I went back to sleep…"

"THAT WASN'T A BLOODY DREAM YOU DUMB GIT!"

"It…wasn't?"
"NO! GADDAMN IT!"

"Then I'm so sorry! You looked like you were in a lot of pain! Are you okay Iggs?"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT! AND DO I LOOK BLOODY OKAY TO YOU?" *he sits up and glares at Alfred*

"Looks like I get to take care of you now! ~"

Alfred picked him up and carried him into his room, Arthur was sputtering insults and all sorts of threats at him the whole time, but the git just ignored him. Placing Arthur,-again- surprisingly, carefully and softly on the bed, Alfred gave him that really annoying but sexy grin, wait…sexy? Where the hell did that come from?

A few more mental face palms later…

Arthur was nice and comfortable on his bed, his head resting on Alfred's chest as he read to him some of Shakespeare's greatest works from an old book he had. Slowly…he started to drift off to sleep, his breathing slowed down and his eyes softly shut… But right before he fell asleep, he could've sworn the voice above him sighed in contentment and wrapped an arm around his shoulders..

Omg…this was hard... I REALLY hope you like it. It was fun to write! I got rid of my WB yay~