This is a sort of extra chapter containing lemon, I don't want to make people read it and I apologise for mistakes but the next chapter is up straight after this. Have a good day.

"Listen to me you British bastard. I always knew you were arrogant and stubborn, but can't you read the atmosphere... no, of course you don't."

The Brit was actually half asleep, in fact, his eyes were half lidded and his breathing was heavy. Yet this did nothing to stop the American on placing his hand next to his head. Tilting his head, he lowered himself until they were barely bumping noses. And before Arthur could register what was happening , Alfred smashed his lips against his own. Capturing them in a searing kiss, one which was engraving itself into his memory. It was suffocating, the lack of oxygen caused him to start panting and when he managed to open his mouth to inhale, Alfred decided to plunge his tongue into the cavern. Not being able to comprehend what was going on and if it was still a dream or not. The English man still welcomed the fingers which grazed their way under his shirt. Rewarding the younger man with a whimper. No, he didn't care if it was, he would accept it anyway.

Finally opening his eyes (he never actually realised he had closed them) he gazed into the azure eyes, they were endless, filled with raw emotions of anger, lust and dare he say it, love. And with that their lips dragged away from each other. This didn't stop Alfred from capturing Arthur's lower lip and softly nibbling on it before releasing it.

For Arthur , this was all a dream, something which would never happen in reality. But to Alfred it was reality, it was real and he wasn't letting go of it. No, both were refusing to let go.

Deciding for the both of them, Alfred rushed with steady hands and unbuttoned his own shirt, exposing Arthur's hands. He then proceeded in lifting Arthur's dress shirt over his head, a little help was given by the male underneath by arching his back while the shirt glides off his body. Again, they were sent into silence, small pants could still be heard between them. Yet neither cared. They were taking in each other appearances, after all it has been too long. Too long of fantasizing.

More so, Alfred took the first move again, going straight below Arthur's jaw line. Leaving Arthur to feel small heated pants of breath there before he was not with small bites filled with a mixture of pain and pleasure. From the brisk movements, the hands which were still placed on Alfred's torso were dragged down his abs to his lower stomach. Dipping into his v line. Leaving a track of red lines in their path. This of course caused Alfred to release Arthur's neck and grit his teeth.

"Gentle now England, we wouldn't want me to be too dominant now, would we?" His eyes were daring, even with what he said, he showed no hesitation in going through with it anyway.

England only turned his head to the side and whimpered, sending a half lidded side glance. Which of course did nothing to help America's arousal.

Dipping his head back down, Alfred started peppering Arthur with kisses. Down his back, nipples, chest and down to his stomach, nearing the boarder of his pants. Before he gazed up at the other male. And once again, azure eyes clashed with emerald. No this wasn't the time to be teasing.

Dragging up himself back up to be level with England, he gave an intense state. Only for Arthur to reflect his with confusion. And before the latter could question, his mouth had a whole other reason to open. Alfred dropped his hips to Arthur's and slowly grinded, testing the waters. This caused both males to groan in want, the heat too real, and the sensational power was too pleasurable. This was just what they wanted.

"Hngg, Al, Alfred, please."

Nodding the younger blonde agreed.

Quickly stripping both from their underwear, the friction only grew between them. The heat from the lower bodies touching was too much, and if they weren't too careful then one of them would come too quickly.

Reaching out, Alfred was trying to search for some sort of lubrication before a hand came out to join him, pointing him towards the second draw. And there it was . Looking back in surprise the young male sent a questioning look.

"I get lonely."

Neither wanted to hang on much longer to that sentence, no this wasn't the place.

Gently, America lubed his fingers and Arthur before gently inserting one finger. For Arthur the pain was right, hot and raw. Yet there was a strange sense of pleasure to it all, one he found himself succumbing to.

Adding another finger, America felt Arthur start to ease up and allow his fingers to pass easily. Soon enough, he deemed England to be ready.

Placing both one head next to Arthur's head he place the other one on his check before, sliding himself in. Even with the preparation, Arthur still felt pain when Alfred entered as he was far larger than what he was expecting. But this was accompanied by white hot pleasure. His back arched and he had no control over his body, specially the moans he released. Although Alfred was quieter, it didn't mean he wasn't struggling. No, he let of harsh puffs of breath. The way Arthur was clenching him, he wouldn't last very long.

And just like that, moans of names or mumbles of sweet pleasures passed through the air, followed by the sound of skin against each other. They were soon brought to their release, as Alfred caught hold of the back of Arthur's head and dragged him into a sweet kiss.

And just as fast as it started, it ended, Alfred took himself out and rolled to the side of Arthur.