Giving Up The Gun Chapter 7, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

"Ugh..." I walked in my house Thursday, flopping on the couch. God was I tired! I'd been taking tests in every class. I'd been selected, along with quite a few other people, to take an advanced placement exam. Seeing how easily I'd taken the exam (or so I hoped), I would be taking AP English next year.

Today, my mother was out with Alfred's, shopping or something; Alfred had some sort of appointment to go to; that being said, I was all alone.

I wonder..." I said to the empty room. "What kind of appointment would dear Alfred have to go to, the doctor...?" All sorts of images began to go through my mind; Alfred at the doctor's office, shirtless while getting his back checked... Alfred slowly undressing, getting the rest of him checked out thoroughly...

I smacked myself in the head with my bag, then I went upstairs to take a nap. I slung my bag to the floor by my door, kicked off my sneakers, and laid down. Sleep took me quickly.

"Oh, Alfred..." I groaned. He gently nipped at my neck, his hand sliding down my side. I shuddered at the touch; his hands were kind of cold. I reached up, entangling my fingers in his hair. He kissed his way down my bare chest, his hand travelling to my tightening pants. I blushed slightly, sliding one hand from his hair to his muscular back. He toyed with my perked nipples, suckling and nipping in a way that drew low mewls from me.

As his mouth made its way down my chest, I felt my restricting pants becoming uncomfortable. I squirmed slightly, trying to wriggle into a more comfortable position.

"Arthur...~" Alfred whispered in my ear. "Patience..." He blew gently, and my face burned. His hand cupped my small problem, beginning to massage and making me groan louder.

I couldn't help the gasp that came out of my mouth as he dipped his tongue into my ever-sensitive belly button; this caused him to chuckle and do it again. After toying with the skin in that area for a bit, he continued lower.

As his warm lips pressed against my burning length, I moaned his name. I was so close...

And I woke up. I sat up, yanked my pillow over my face, blushed and groaned. Why did I have to wake up now? As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I mentally slapped myself.

"For the Queen's sake...!" I hissed into the softness. "I shouldn't be thinking of him this way...!" Even though I said this, I knew I'd already fallen. I''d fallen hard.

Noticing that my, er, problem wasn't just in my dream, I groaned. My jeans compressing my throbbing length, I sighed. I decided since I was having such troubles, why not just have some fun with it?

I wiggled out of my jeans and briefs, feeling relieved that the prison walls were down. Slowly, I stroked my length. I groaned, doing it once more. As I was doing this, images of Alfred flew through my mind. Alfred shirtless, Alfred hovering above me, Alfred stroking me, Alfred kissing me, Alfred sucking me...

"Nghhh..." I groaned, my fingers toying with my sensitive skin. They made their way toward my head, rubbing and massaging my length until they arrived at their destination. Once there, I toyed with the leaking slit.

"Ahh... Alfred...!" I moaned, my face flushing slightly. "D-do that again..." I continued toying with the tip, massaging and sliding my fingers over it. I was so close I could've screamed. But a loud knock at the door downstairs made me freeze.

"Yo!" A high pitched giggle could be heard. "I'm back!" I couldn't spit out a single word for a good minute.

"Ah- I uh... J-just a sec, Al!" I prayed he couldn't hear my voice shaking. Good lord was I close...

"I'm gonna come in!" The door opened. Shit, meant to lock that... I thought. "I got somethin' ta ask ya!" I heard him enter, probably going straight for the couch or headed to the kitchen.

"Khh..." I pressed my face into the pillow, pumping myself. After a good minute or so, I came hard. And mostly on myself. "Alfred...!" I cried involuntarily, praying he hadn't heard me.

After a second of retrieving my breath, I got up and quickly changed, cleaning up any traces and discarding them in the laundry.

"What's with the new clothes?" As I came downstairs, Alfred cocked his head to the side, his eyes curious.

"I uh, was cleaning and got covered in Windex. You scared the crap outta me when you knocked so loud, y'know." What, did you expect me to just out and tell him the truth or something?

"You must be wicked clumsy then!" Alfred didn't seem to notice my slight stutter at all; I was forever grateful for his naivete.

"So anyways," I changed the subject. "You said you had a question for me?" At that, the bridge of his nose tinged pink. He rubbed the back of his head, looking off to the side.

"Er, well... I was kinda... But not really in... Uh..." Alfred coughed, looking at the floor. "I-I'm no good with words... B-but I wanted to uh... I wanted to ask you if... I uh... I was uh..." The pink darkened, spreading to his cheeks. "I wanted to uh... Damn it, speak Alfred speak!" He yelled at himself.

Then he took a deep breath, and in one big rush exclaimed, "Arthur I wanteda ask you if you wanted to go to the dance with me tomorrow night!" Then, after he'd gone back to staring at the far wall, he continued. "I mean, not as a date date or anythin', but as buddies or somethin'?"

I couldn't help the slight chuckle that slipped past my lips. "Oh Al, of course I'd like to go to the dance with you!" He looked at me then, grinning.

"Pick ya up at six!" Alfred's eyes glittered, and it took all my strength not to grab him and kiss him right there.

We spent the rest of the day playing videogames and devouring the remnants of my chip supply for that week.

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The following evening, Alfred and I walked into the dance. There were balloons everywhere; all in different shapes and sizes and colors. The pounding music had everybody dancing. The place was in full swing.

I was grabbed from behind suddenly. I yelped, turning to see who it was. I immediately recognized the glowing red eyes.

"Yo! Wanna dance with the awesome me?" Gilbert grinned, and I sighed. "C'mon, it'll be fun!"

"Didn't you come here with a date?" I could see an aggitated girl standing behind him. He then seemed to remember her, and he turned around.

"O-oh hi Elizabeta! Th-that was just-" He attempted reasoning with her about what had just happened, but she just smacked him and walked away. He went after her, and I watched as he left me alone with Alfred once more.

"So Artie!" My brow twitched at that aweful nickname; Alfred didn't notice. "Wanna dance?"

"I can't dance." I replied, and he laughed. He grabbed my hand, tugging me toward the DJ stand.

"Follow my lead!" He exclaimed, swaying his hips and clapping to the beat. I did as told, imitating him. "Like this~!" Alfred laughed, grabbing my hips. He swung them gently, in time with his own. Nobody seemed to notice, or care, in the darkness of the gymnasium. I copied him, loosening up. "There ya go!" He exclaimed, returning to his dancing. I just tried to copy whatever he did.

After a few songs, Alfred began to whine about being hungry. We went to the consession stand, and he bought what looked like fifteen chocolate bars. I bought chips and a bottle of Cola. We sat on a bench outside the gym, munching. He kept looking first at me, then off to the side. I watched his fingers fidget with the wrapper on his seventh bar, slowly opening it. I wondered what was on his mind, but before I could ask I was grabbed from behind once more.

A girlish giggle came from behind me, and dainty hands covered my eyes. "Guess who!" Came a bubbly voice. I smiled, placing my hands over hers.

"I know it's you, Lilli. No need to ask, I'd recognize that giggle anywhere!" We laughed, and she stepped in front of me. She twirled, showing off her dress. Her hair was tied back in a small ponytail, the purple ribbon securing it.

"Yo, Arthur~" Vash walked over, smiling. He shook his head as Alfred held out a bar of chocolate to him.

"Damn, you two look great!" Alfred grinned, his eyes sweeping over both their outfits. They blushed simultaneously, muttering thanks. As the song changed in the gym, Lilli's eyes brightened.

"Let's go dance, Vash!" She grabbed his hand, smiling and tugging him along. He sighed and nodded, being dragged back into the raving mass of people. I felt kind of bad for him.

That is, until a certain American beside me recognized the song. His face lit up, his mouth in a small 'o' of recognition. "Let's dance!" He looked at me, his eyes begging.

"Ah..." I didn't know what to do. His eyes got all sparkly, and he whimpered a couple of pleas.

Next thing I knew, I was jumping around with Alfred, him half-forcing me to by gripping my hands. He screamed the lyrics, along with every other person in the room.

"It's a party in the USA!" Alfred hollered, pumping his fist in the air. He was having a good time, and it was rubbing off on me.

"Yea-a-aah! It's a party in the USA!" We yelled in unison. Alfred laughed, and I joined him. I was feeling kind of high off the adrenaline coursing through the room. Everyone was jumping around and having a good time, and I was feeling the effects of it. Then, the song changed to something I knew all the lyrics to.

"She says she's no good with words but I'm worse~!" I sang, and Alfred replied with the next line. We swapped off until we reached the chorus, and we yelled the lyrics together. All others were dancing vigorously, shouting the lyrics over one another.

After that, a slow song came on. People paired off, and slowly I felt a hand wrap around mine. When I turned, Alfred's glowing eyes were gazing at me. My heart fluttered.

"May I have this dance, madame?" He said teasingly, bowing slightly. He then slid his other arm around my waist, his fingers twisting themselves between my own. My heart raced, and I wondered vaguely if he could tell. We half-danced, and Alfred rested his chin on my head. I blushed, glad my face was secluded from his sight. Wait a minute, I thought. Has he always been this tall...? But at that moment I didn't care; I was in his arms, and I was happy. I mentally slapped myself for sounding so much like a lovesick schoolgirl.

The song ended much too soon for my liking. We separated, Alfred not meeting my eyes. He then muttered something of needing the bathroom, and with that he fled.

"...What's his problem?" I wondered aloud. I then wandered to the far wall, leaning against it. As I stood, my mind wandering, I heard a heated discussion. Unable to help my curiosity, I poked my head out into the hall. I wasn't all too surprised at who it was.

"I don't care! You were straight up flirting with him!" Elizabeta stamped her foot. "Sometimes I'd swear you were gay!"

Gilbert looked rather stunned for a moment. Then I saw the beginnings of an idea flash across his features. "Me? Gay?" His tone was coy, slightly seductive.

"Are you deaf?" She didn't seem to notice the change in his attitude and voice. "That's what I said, isn't it?" She stamped her foot again, her little heel clicking on the tiled floor.

"Well..." Gilbert smirked. She looked at him, waiting. "Would a gay dude do this?" He grabbed her wrist, pulled her close, and kissed her. Her eyes widened in surprise, and her cheeks flushed. Slowly he pulled away, a small 'smooch' sound echoing as their lips parted. She stared at him, shocked.

Gilbert quickly looked away from her, a light blush dusting across his cheeks. He looked almost like he wanted to apologize, but before he could speak a word a hand had wrapped around the back of his neck. Blushing, Elizabeta pulled him in and kissed him deeply. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and I took that as my cue to let them be.

At the end of the night, Alfred walked me to my door. He leaned in close, making me blush slightly. "I had a lot of fun..." He smirked, looking my face over. "I still think it's cute when you blush, y'know." His lips brushed my cheek, and with that he was gone.

Guys, I'm SO sorry I left you the way I did! Fanfiction was being a b**** and would NOT let me upload anything! To make up for it though, I'll post today and tomorrow thoughh! I have up to chapter ten written, so be looking forward to that |D /shot