~~~Arthur~~~

Alfred finally feel asleep.

Bloody hell, his body feels amazing against mine!

I am glad I was able to enjoy myself.

I decide to head out into the living room. I put on some pants and look out the door of our room. I begin to head out smiling happily.

I love you, America~ I smile like an idiot even more due to my happiness.

Francis is laying asleep on one of the chairs. He looks so...so...

Beautiful.

Oh, no, Arthur! You have a boyfriend whom you love. Let the past stay in the past. I sigh heavily and stare at the masculine body laying on the chair. I head over and gently touch his face. Truly beautiful... I lean down close into him. And those even more beautiful lips...

Before I even have anytime to think, I notice that I have put my lips against him. Oh no!

What have I done... I stand up and back away slowly. I look at him for a second silently and dash away.

I would have been successful in my escape attempt except for the fact that a hand was holding me back from the arm.

Francis' hand to be exact.

~~~Francis~~~

Arthur is looking out of their bedroom door. I don't want him to know I am still awake. And I don't want to talk to him now either. Not after he has been with that American.

I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep.

I hear his delicate footsteps walking across the room.

However, they suddenly stop. Right next to me.

I begin to feel the warmth of someone next to me. The warmth gets closer. WHAT? What is Angleterre doing?

I begin to think rapidly that he must be just putting a blanket on me. That's it! He's just making sure I'm war-

A great warmth spreads across my lips.

He's kissing me!

Mon dieu! He is kissing me! Angleterre is kissing me! I momentarily freak out. I get snapped back to reality when he steps back and stands silently for a moment.

He begin to dash away.

Oh, no! Your not getting away from me! Not after all this time.

Before I have time to even think anymore, I grab his arm and stand up with wide eyes. I smirk and then replace my expression with a sweet gentle smile.

"Where do you think you're going, Angleterre?"