Neither I or Raven own Hetalia, if we did their lives would be a living hell ^^'(Or would they be fine having passionate sex all the time?)

A/N Thank you guys for the support on this story and I hope you continue to enjoy reading it!

"Get up!"

Arthur opens up an eye, squinting into the rain. The other eye is swollen shut. He has no idea how this pains me.

"Get up!" I hold my blade high. I refuse to finish this.

"Why Alfred?" Weren't you content?" he asks, his good eye full of confusion.

"For a while," I look away.

"Why not now?"

"You cling to tight. I'm older, Arthur! I've grown up!"

He struggles to his knees, red collar plastered to his throat. Blood mingles with the rain pouring down his beautiful face. He looks defeated. "I remember when you were little. Those were the days, eh?"

"Yes, I remember," I whisper thinking back to when Arthur was my hero, not my captor.

"That time Francis took you? Do you remember? I was so scared!" He laughs at himself.

I laugh to, but it's bittersweet. All those times seem so long ago. Arthur saved me, found me. He took care of me when no one wanted to. I love him with all my heart.

"Come home Alfred. I miss you."

"I miss you too, but I can't."

"Why the bloody hell not?" Arthur's emerald eyes flash with fury. He grits his teeth, pushing off the ground with his bayonnette to stand.

He starts to fall again, wobbling on his own two feet.

In spite of myself, I find my hands reaching out to steady him. Even more surprisingly, he lets me.

"Alfred?" he looks up at me, a question mark on his face.

I hear my sword clatter to the ground, but all I notice is that one word, that one pleading, hopeful, wistful word. It rushes through me making it hard to breath. Dang, he is so close! I could kiss those beautiful lips if I just moved an inch.

"Alfred," he whispers against my lips, closer now. Is he reading my mind? No, he can't do that. Then why is he getting closer?

"I want you," he twists his fingers through my hair and kisses me. Hard.

I melt against him. Holy ww! He's good! Like liquid chocolate, or maybe the British equivalent of hamburgers and fries. Fish and chips? Heavy on the salt.

"I need you," he whispers.

I can feel my heart shifting with his touch. I want him, need him too. But freedom? How much more do I need that? Was every battle fought in vain?

"I must have you," Arthur says in a husky voice.

Suddenly, I snap out of my trance.

I shove him away from me, landing on my butt in the process.

"'Have' to? I'm not your prize Arthur! I'm not a street or road! You can't claim me and put a sign out saying 'Arthur's stepping stone only'!"

"I didn't mean it like that!"

"Yes, you did! You always mean what you say."

"Not when it hurts my love."

"You love?" the phrase sounds foreign on my lips. He hasn't called me that since Lexington.

"Yes! You're my love. Not Francis, not anyone else. Just you," he pleads with me hands spread.

"But..." my mouth hangs open and shut like a fish. I don't know what to say.

"No buts! There's no question in my mind. You have to come home."

"I can't," I bite my lip and look away. Tears spring into my eyes making it hard to swallow that lump in my throat.

"Please," Arthur cries kneeling down in front of me. He takes my hands and presses his forehead to them. He sobs right there in front of me.

He doesn't even try to hide it.

"I am so sorry," I whisper pulling him up with me. I kiss him passionately on the lips, then turn and go.

He doesn't try to stop me this time..

I find it ironic that Raven gave me this chapter to put up as a congrats on us graduating ^^(ha, in your guy's faces!)

Oh and sorry it's not exactly a sex chapter, she chickened and I'm the one stuck writing it(already have some of it, don't worry)

But yah, read and review what you think so far 0.o

Is there actually a plot finally forming in all of this, find out next time!