Leaves scattered and danced hastily around the two, as the air suddenly seemed to get a lot colder.
"Look… I have no idea why that loser-I mean- Romano decided to come to the woods for you, but it's really starting to piss me off. You're supposed to love me, right? Because…"
Scotland looked away, blushing severely and looking quite sincere and honest to England.
"Because I love you…"
Those last three words were like a cold ice shard slowly jabbing its way into England's unwilling heart. Didn't Scotland realize that he didn't wish for things to end up this way? His true desires would be to run away with Allistor and not have to face the day's challenges and to just be with the one he truly cared for.
"Allistor… Do you want to know the real reason why I decide not to reveal our previous status together?" He glanced meekly at the taller man, watching closely as the other's eyes widened a tad and how his red locks bounced a bit when he nodded slightly.
"Well, it's due to the fact that one of my brothers has a huge crush on you and I couldn't bear the thought of having things at home rough and uncomfortable. Plus, I don't really get why he would feel that way, since you always snore when you sleep, and smack when you eat, and yawn inappropriately whenever America or France talk about nothing at all…"
Even though the blonde did not want to admit it, those things he listed about his "brother" were to him, undeniably adorable and irresistible.
Scotland had figured that out easily when he couldn't help but spot the red color spreading across the other's face.
"Arthur…why are you rejecting me so? You know we have chemistry. You know it will hurt you to continue this charade any further. You can't deny it. The feelings…are…there…" The tall ginger whispered the last phrase barely audible as he leaned in hesitantly to kiss the only one in the world that matters to him more than anyone else. And to his surprise, Arthur didn't move out of the way, but actually welcomed the much needed reassuring speech and kiss that followed after.
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The smell of fresh strawberries enveloped England as he awoke from his somewhat peaceful rest. For a moment, he almost wondered where exactly he was located, fearing the worst instantly. But then realization hit him like a rock and he saw Allistor sitting at a desk, typing rapidly on his laptop.
Memories of the two wrapped up in the bed sheets finally hit home and he discovered why it smelled of the sweet fruit when he saw the bottle of lube resting on the table nearby.
His face blushed and he cursed himself for being so easily taken and seduced like how he was hours ago. Especially since he had the audacity to sleep right after the questionable events.
The never ending shifting in the bed alerted the man on the laptop to turn around quickly in his swivel chair.
"Hmph. So, you're up. So tell me... Was the real reason why you slept with me was because of your love for me," He paused a bit, allowing the faint blush that crept mysteriously on his features to fade away.
"Or because you were so horny that I was only used for your so-called pleasure? I guess that's what all sluts do, right, Arthur? So, who's next? You move around with different people all the time! I doubt any of the other people you "dated"" He air-quoted that word to show his annoyance and jealousy, "matter to you anyways. You know what; I guess you're just like me. Cold, heartless, sadistic, and borderline insane. No wonder you happen to be so drawn to me… Even if we are newly related… Ha! You sick bastard!"
At that remark, the "bastard" in question had already got up, with at least his pants on, and roughly slapped the man who had the balls to insult him in such a vulgar manner.
"How nice of you to notice how much I like it rough! Now… where were we?"
Before Arthur even had a chance to notice where this situation was heading, Scotland had already ceased the other's face and began to kiss it. Honestly, Scotland was not very surprised when England tried to fight back, but he released the kiss and started it over again, liking the reaction of lust that overcame the other's face.
Not before long, two tongues battled each other for sheer dominance, not one of them quite in the middle of winning, but the both of them drowning in pleasure. Arthur was slowly about to submit to the other, and Scotland's wandering hand soon made its way to the blonde's open fly. England flinched when he felt a cold hand make contact with his groin, and did so even more when he heard his cell vibrate.
In total guilt and shock mode, England moved away from the other and retrieved his cellular device from his back pocket, sighing in relief since it was still there. The name "Gilbert" graced the screen, and with a grimace, he flipped open the phone to hear a shrill greeting from the leader of Prussia himself.
"Hey! Where are you, Iggy-chan? The meeting started two hours ago! Something up? You're never late! You actually tend to get here an hour earlier. And the weirdest thing of all is that the only ones not here are you and Scotty! That just amplifies the rumors about you two even more! Are you guys' together right now? Or am I interrupting you two swapping spit?"
The obnoxiousness was utterly getting on Arthur's nerves and he wondered why he ever made the faithful choice of dating him.
"I-It's not like that, Gilbert! It's honestly a rare coincidence!" Actually it's not. Even though to anyone else, Scotland looks like he couldn't care less about going to meeting, but looks could apparently be deceiving.
Prussia stated loudly, "That doesn't sound very believable to me, Iggy-chan! ~ Anyhoo, come here already. We'll be on break in ten minutes so that you two can sneak in undetected. Bye~"
Gilbert hung up abruptly, staring at the amused and curious faces that were yearning to hear the whole conversation instead of the tidbits Prussia was saying. Being the prankster that he is, he decided to completely interrupt the whole meeting by talking rudely in front of them all. There really hadn't been any gossip going around so he figured that this seven minute call would be enough to amp things up a bit.
And by the stony and envious expression on the usually so calm Kiku Honda, he knew that hell would soon break lose.
Meanwhile, Romano was literally having a mental breakdown and was contemplating all of the scenarios that could be the reason that his ex-boyfriend wasn't in attendance. No! This can't be! The fact that those two would be together? What if Scotland's forcing him right now? And that Arthur's actually enjoying it? "A-Ah…. Allistor…again…" "Mwahahahah take that, Romano!" I would just die… With a heavy sigh, he slammed his head against the table and muttered incoherent words as a few nations by him asked if he was breathing well.
"Yo, Mr. Honda? Weren't you, like, in the middle of saying something?"
Black hair jumped slightly when Japan remembered the prepping he did the other night and how he repeated his speech at least ten times to make sure he wouldn't make a complete fool of himself. Too bad that couldn't be avoided.
His mind kept wandering to the blonde that actually took time out of his usually hectic day to attempt to at least comprehend his language, instead of nodding and pretending to understand. One word, England, could completely send him in a whirlpool of happy flashbacks between the two. So instead of reminiscing on these moments, the Asian man stuttered greatly, trying to remember where he left off and what exactly he was intent on discussing.
"Ahh…Hai! Do you remember what I was elaborating, perhaps?"
He directed the question to Poland, the young man who asked him the somewhat grammatically correct question.
"Hmm? Oh, I have no clue! Wasn't really paying attention. You do tend to drone on, no offense," stating Poland, oblivious just as everyone else, to the anger boiling inside the stressed Japanese man.
Luckily, he managed to keep his facial features looking calm and unaffected. When asked how he did this, he would simply say that it's an ancient Japanese secret.
Thanks to Japan's unlimited amount of luck, Greece got up from his seat and resumed what Japan was lecturing about, whispering for Japan to take a short break and calm down. His cat loving friend must have detected the amount of stress that was coursing through his body. So did China, but hey, nobody believed him, since he claims to be over 100 years old.
At a quick pace, the short man exited out of the meeting room and headed for the bathroom. He bent down and guided a clear liquid to land promptly on his face. The water did wonders for calming him down, but his worries never did wash away. Were England and Scotland sleeping together? Japan wondered about that particular subject, not really paying close attention to the time…
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After the short phone call he received from Prussia, England wanted to convince Scotland to go with him to the meeting. "Come on, Allistor! It's not like you have anything better to do!" His futile pleads did nothing for the blonde and the red head continued to stare blankly at the monitor screen.
"Yes, I do. I plan on watching large quantities of porn. Do you mind?" The one-track mind of the Scottish fellow searched for dirty videos of redheads and blondes doing it. Hopefully, I can find some really sexy bondage, he thought. Sadly, Arthur doesn't really like that stuff. What a shame, really.
After some thinking, Allistor smirked and asked the other what he would do for him in return if he decided to obey him.
"…What do you want me to do?"
"Wear whatever I tell you to."
Scotland's answer came unhesitant, knowing that his step-brother would easily give in.
"Fine, as long as it's not dirty! Man, I've never been this late before! Just what exactly do you think will happen to my precious reputation?"
As they walked swiftly outside, uniforms on their lean and fit bodies, Allistor answered, "You'll be fine. None of that truly matters. Most people only pay attention to you because you're damn sexy. Plus, when you're sometimes nervous up there, you tend to look turned on. I've noticed that it's caused boners… Didn't you wonder why they held their papers and books near their groin? Well, now you know, chap! No need to thank me. Just tell me what size you think you wear in women's."