~AN~ Hello, again! I have another of this already? I must have too much free time...oh well! XD

Summary- The other nations have noticed America has started wearing these weird, colored bracelets. What do they mean? The nations are determined to find out.

~Disclaimer~ I do not own Hetalia.

Color of second broken bracelet- Pink

Meaning- wearer is willing to give a hickey

Slight pairing alert: America/England or Alfred/Arthur

Warnings: Maybe slight OOC-ness...? drunk!America

Last minute note: This moment happens during the winter, about 3 months after the first bracelet incident.

Arthur could not believe this was happening, but maybe there always was a first time for everything. What he could not believe was Alfred had drunk more than he did this time. It was always the other way around. England huffed and walked up to the bar where America had passed out about 15 minutes ago.

"Alfred."

No answer.

"America."

Sitll nothing.

"BLOODY WANKER!"

Alfred emitted a highly unattractive snort, then sat up quickly. The shorter blonde glared at the other man. Arthur did not have time for this. He could have been sitting at home, doing some embroidery, having a nice chat with Ms. Fairy. But no. America claimed that since he was in England, he had to have the beer. So, obviously, England had to come with him, or the stupid wanker would have lost his way in the snow. Just his luck.

"We are leaving. Come on." America's eyes seemed to focus for the first time since waking up from his alcohol-induced slumber. He gave Arthur a dopey smile.

"Hey there, Iggy. How are you this morning?", the taller blonde slurred. England rolled his eyes and glared at Alfred. Arthur grabbed the taller blonde's hand, pulling him out into street. Alfred stumbled horribly, even if he had only walked about 10 steps from the bar to the street. All the ice on the sidewalk was not helping. The shorter blonde did not let go of the other's hand until they had reached said shorter blonde's house. The Brit angrily unlocked the door and pushed the drunk American inside. After hanging up his winter coat, Arthur found Alfred sitting on the floor of the living room, looking at those colored bracelets he had started wearing. England did not like those bracelets, at all.

"Hey, Iggy. Which color bracelet do you like best?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"I want you to come closer, you can't see the colors well from over there."

England grumbled but complied. America motioned for England to sit next to him. After, Arthur was settled next to Alfred on the floor, the taller blonde took off one of the bracelets. The pink bracelet. America offered the offending accessory to England, who said he did not want wear it. Especially if it was pink. That was an insult to the Brit's pride as a man. But, Alfred persisted. Arthur was not having this. The smaller blonde ripped the bracelet from the other's grasp and broke it. Alfred said nothing, but looked at the broken bracelet in England's fingers. Then his drunken gaze drifted upward to Arthur's neck. The Brit was not expecting what came next. One moment he was sitting upright, the next he was laying on the floor, with America on top of him. This was not happening.

"Alfred, you stupid prick! Get off me!" America did not listen though. He began nuzzling the Englishman's neck. Then, to England's horror- or was that excitement?- Alfred latched on to his neck and sucked, hard. Arthur gasped.

"America! I said get off!", but his voice lacked its earlier conviction. It sounded more like, 'America! Keep going!' Alfred did not seem to be stopping his ministration anytime soon, and England was starting to enjoy it. A lot. The Brit had to bite his lip to keep in the moans that had bubbled up in his throat from coming out. For god sake, Arthur, it is just a hickey!, he thought to himself. But, it was Alfred. The man he had always wanted to have a moment like this with. It was over all too soon for the Englishman. The taller blonde pulled away with a loud smacking noise. England whined at the loss of contact, then blushed in embarrassement at how needy it sounded. America was sitting up, though he was still straddling Arthur. The Brit was waiting for what should have come next, but it did not happen.

"2 down, 14 to go!", the American shouted, then stood and staggered to the couch, landing on it with a soft thud. The Englishmen was furious. How could Alfred do that? To him? Not only did the Brit have a hickey most likely the size of Russia in a very noticeable place on his neck, he had a small problem that was starting to hurt. On his way to the bathroom, England reminded himself not to give America any asprin for the headache he was sure to have tomorrow, and leave all the blinds open to let in as much sun as possible.

~AN~ That was long! But it was pretty fun to write! This was my first time writing a slightly sexual moment in my life and my first try at USUK! I feel accomplished! I hope I didn't disappoint any USUK fans who have read or might read this fic in the future...XD