D. Just a collection of short one-shots varying in length that I wrote whilst holidaying in France. ^^ Enjoy. This one has a make-out scene in it btw.

Random one-shot #4 ~ UsUk (America x England) (HP/APH)

"I hate that god-damn Gryffindor so bloody much!" Arthur Kirkland complained to his half-brother. "He's so annoying and a show off and the most idiotic wanker I have ever met!"

"Heh, ye say tha' like ye dinnae have a secre' crush on the eejit." Alistair teased the blond.

"I do NOT have any such thing!" Arthur retorted, punching the ginger in the arm. "For one, I am NOT gay! Two, even if I was gay, which I am NOT, why would I like Alfred F***ing Jones!"

"Aye? Are ye gonna continue lying to yerself yer whole life, Art? Everyone apar' from ye an' Jones know yer crushin' on each other! Heck, I already though' ye were bangin'"

"You know what? Sod this! I'd rather be a death eater than date that American superhero wannabe!" With that, Arthur stormed off. The Brit was so angry, you could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears.

"Ya know, if Artie wasn't such a stick in the mud, he'd be pretty cool!" Alfred F Jones told his best friend.

"You mean that limey bastard Kirkland?" Questioned Tony, looking at Alfred with confusion. "The Slytherin creep who seems to really hate your guts?"

"I'm sure he doesn't reeeaaally hate me! Cuz I'm the hero!" Alfred boasted. "And just because we're in different houses doesn't mean we can't be friends!"

"Are you sure? This IS Kirkland. He's never had friends, I doubt the limey fruitcake even wants one!"

"Stop calling him that, you don't know that he's gay! Plus, doesn't he always hang out with that ginger Scottish dude?"

"Alistair is Kirkland's half-brother. And you haven't picked up on all the hints?! He does f***ing embroidery! He's nearly always checking you out and-"

"Wait, wait, wait. You're lying about Art checking me out! He was only pointing out that I had food on my cheek!" Alfred countered, he was sure that Arthur didn't 'like' him. But being friends would be awesome!

Artie did have a really hot accent, and he was pretty fit for someone who didn't do much exercise, plus he looked like he was a good kisser- NO, STOP THINKING GAY THOUGHTS ABOUT ARTHUR! Alfred F Jones was completely straight, plus even if he was gay, which he WASN'T, Arthur would turn him down before you could say Potter Puppet Pals.

"Anyway, I have to get to my Astrology class now, Alfred. See ya later!" Tony waved goodbye to the American as he exited the common-room.

Arthur splashed some water onto his face in the public bathrooms. No matter what he did; he couldn't stop thinking about what Alistair had said earlier.

"I'm not gay, I'm straight. I'm not gay, I'm straight. I'm not gay, I'm straight..." The more the blond murmured this to himself, the more he doubted it. "I... Maybe Alistair's right. Maybe I am g-"

"Artie! There you are! I've been looking all over for you!" Great, the last person Arthur wanted to see right now.

"Piss off, you twat." The British boy dried his face on a towel, not daring to look at Alfred.

"Aw, don't be like that! I know you like me really!" Arthur jumped, Alfred was right next to him now.

"N-no I bloody don't! I-I hate you, you wanker!" Arthur backed away from the American. Face red like strawberry jam. Unfortunately, Alfred hadn't picked up on the fact that Arthur was trying to get away from him.

"C'mon! I just wanna be friends!" Alfred kept walking forwards as Arthur did backwards.

"I don't."

"Sure ya do! Everyone wants friends!"

"Friends are over-rated."

Soon Alfred had Arthur pinned against the wall. The sapphire-eyed American was oblivious to the emerald-eyed Brit's mad blushing.

"A-Al-Alfred... Could y-you move p-please...?" Arthur's eyes were tightly clamped shut, refusing to look at Alfred, in fear of doing something stupid.

"Huh?" Alfred noticed how close the two of them were. "Oh. Ohhhh. Would you like me further away, or closer?" He teasingly whispered into Arthur's ear, seeing how tight Arthur's trousers were.

"B-bugger off." Arthur snapped back, tilting his head away from the other blond. "I'm not gay! I'm just British!"

Alfred started nibbling on Arthur's ear, the Brit's blush growing rapidly. Arthur's hands reached up to grab the American's hair, in an attempt to pull him away. Instead he grasped that weird cowlick that wouldn't flatten down.

As soon as Arthur's fingers touched Alfred's cowlick, the American was instantly turned on. He attacked the other's neck, planting chaste kisses along the jawline, sucking and biting when he could. These actions elected pleasing moans from Arthur. Alfred grinned as he claimed his lover's lips, who was all too keen to let Alfred's tongue explore the cavern of his mouth.

Arthur tasted like earl grey tea and fish & chips. There was also a hint of something bitter, but Alfred couldn't work out what it was.

Shortly, the English boy got tired of being dominated, and began to fight back. The two playfully fought for dominance, which Alfred allowed Arthur to have. Besides, the American wasn't going to let Artie top him in the future.

Arthur had never thought that coffee, hamburgers and sweets could be such a brilliant mix of flavours. But somehow, Alfred made the taste almost addictive. Arthur's tongue investigated the mysterious cavern of Alfred's mouth.

Suddenly, Arthur felt the green and silver tie around his neck loosening, as Alfred attempted to undress him.

Breaking the kiss, Arthur muttered between breathes. "Not here... Your... Room? Or... Mine?" Alfred gripped the Englishman's hand.

"Doesn't matter, I'll go anywhere with you."