barely even twitches. 'S'crap,' He mumbles in his sleep. 'Feckin' nations feckin' everything up...'

stirs and his eyes open just a little but he ends up turning around onto his stomach. 'Feckin' everyone...s'annoying. Stupid gits...'

hums, his sleeping mind thinking. 'Alfred...? Who's Alfred? Alfie? Alfie is....funny. Alfie's my lad..'

lets out a contented sigh. That felt nice. 'Yeah...Alfie can stay. Give me Alfie. Feckin' Art'r trying to keep my Alfie from me..'

shifts his head into this person's lap and a vague smile graces his face. 'Art'r's an eejit. An' Alfie likes me better. Better than Art'r.._

better than Greg, better than little Wales...right?'

nods. 'Yeah. Cause he's smart. Not always, but still. He knows who's best.' He begins to winces as the sun comes out from behind a cloud,_

and he opens his eyes a little. 'Hmm?'

squints up and looks about him, confused. 'Uh...morn',' He stares. He could have sworn he had been dreaming about Alfie just a second ago,_

how weird was it he happened to be here? 'What're you doing here?' He asks, dazed.

lightly pats Alfred's hand, as if checking who's hand it was, then he smiles. 'That's kind of ye, Alfie, but you know better than to think_

I'm anyt'ing less than capable with all sorts of drink in me.'

relaxes. This kid was good. He squeezes his hand back, but encourages him to continue petting him. 'Ha, that's funny. You still think about_

me when you're off galavanting around the place? How thoughtful of ye, Alfie.'

reaches up and pinches Alfred's cheek. 'Ah, ye wee sook ye. I know, I know, how can you forget the glorious Ireland and his tremendous_

looks and best-of-British personality? I sometimes wonder why you ever left me.'

laughs. 'Ay, sook. You wee sweet-talking baby.' He forgets Alfred might have forgotten some British vocabulary after leaving. 'Right,_

if that's how you like it then nothin' wrong with it. An' you have to stop by me more often, it's as boring and feckishly tedious as hell_

around here with everyone getting hitched.'

arches a brow. 'Are you serious? I fly over the Atlantic and I'm still nowhere near your home! I've spent many dazing hours trekking about_

Maine having no idea how far I've gone and I wonder if I'm in little Matthew's country yet!' He laughs.

pats the lad's cheek in a patronisingly sweet manner. 'You're worth all the trouble in the world, wee man.' He laughs. _

'But call me 'old man' again, I'll smack yer pretty wee arse.'

laughs, and leans up. 'Mere, ye wee prick, I'll show you how able I am!' He grabs the American and over to his lap.

'Feisty is putting it gently,' He grab's Alfred's leg and pulls him awkwardly. 'Still trying to evade punishment, huh?' He gives him small_

sharp taps on the back and legs. 'Afraid ye might enjoy it?'

narrows his eyes at the implication, but laughs. 'A big boy, are ye? We'll see,' He successfully yanks his arse into him again and delivers_

a loud, firm smack across his grown-up ass. 'But if ye cry, you're running to someone else, not me.'

grins and has to admit the lad had gotten bigger since they had last had a tussle. But not big enough to beat him! He catches Alfred's_

wrists and wrestles from side to side with him, finally rolling over down the hill a little. 'I'll kiss anything better, but you have to_

ask for it first. Didn't I teach you manners at all?' He jokes.

laughs more, leading to him putting in less effort and he is pushed onto his back. 'You have to ask or else I'll give my healing kisses to_

someone else.' He uses his control of Alfred's wrist to make the lad hit himself. 'If it's a good enough kiss? If? You clearly don't_

remember my talents at all. What needs kissed better?'

very nostalgic at the nickname. He then winces as his hair is pulled. 'Wee arse-! I'm not kissing your feckin' feelings, I helped_

make you a boy, not some girl!' He smirks and then makes a kissing face. 'You said sorry, so I'll give.'

grins. What do you know? The American boy kissed him. He arches a brow. 'Steal a kiss? Now that you got from me. But your kissing_

technique is as sexless as Art'r himself.'

him a 'I highly doubt that' face. 'Oh yeah, Casanova? Well I think I can handle it just fine. After all, I'm the master, you're a mere_

amateur in my standing...unless you care to prove me wrong?'

to admit he's impressed by his bravado. He slips a hand under the American's jawline and draws him in further, deepening the kiss as he_

intentionally matches his roughness and his tongue claims dominance in his mouth. He gives a firm, solid shove, landing the younger nation_

on his back so he could climb on him.

grips onto Alfred's front in a fake anger way. He pulls away an inch. 'My skills are laughable to you, eh?' He growls against his lips.

'Mmm?' He quirks a brow, liking that response. 'I see, I wonder what other riding you like doing...' He's so glad Arthur isn't here or_

else he'd have received a frying pan to the back of the head for saying such things to America. He let's him bite his lip, but only for a_

few moments before he holds his chin in place and trails his tongue slowly over Alfred's bottom lip.

flicks his tongue across Alfred's, stealing soft, quick but deep kisses from him. 'I think-you'll have-to prove that.' He smirks. He pulls_

America's wrists up above his head and then presses down on him. 'Care to give me proof, Alfie?'

chuckles, liking the effect he was having on him. 'No time like the present. Besides...' He deliberately leans his frame into the_

American's lap. 'Who knows when we'll have the opportunity? You might chicken out later.'

finds his uncertain expression endearing and perhaps a little cute. He moves his nipping mouth to Alfred's neck. 'If I didn't want to...'

'Why would I be doing this? You think me idiotic, Alfie?'

about what he's saying as he licks and nibbles on a patch of reddening skin. Alfred wasn't the type of nation he'd first expect to doubt_

his own appeal. He was a good looking lad in his eyes. Ambitious and quirky too, something he liked about him. He softly grazes back to_

Alfred's mouth, kissing him sweetly. 'Then take it from the most attractive nations in the world, yours truly, any nation would be lucky_

to have you. And right now, I want a piece of you.' He grins and his hands work on undoing their shirts.

, thankfully, is never that subtle when it comes to flirting. He chuckles at his response, and pulls off all but their underwear. He tugs_

at Alfred's underwear and teasingly states 'Is it true you call trousers 'pants', Alfie?'

laughs at the silliness of the other's English. That was weird. He gently holds Alfred's neck, thumb grazing over his throat, and

helps him up to another kiss. 'Well, would Alfie mind that since I've got rid of his American pants that I now rid him of his British_

pants?'

laughs again. 'Underwear, Alfie, I want to see you naked.' His fingers lightly stroll down Alfred's arched spine and stop short of the_

waistband of his underwear, which he peels off with ease and skill. He tosses it away, not daring to look down until Alfred had shown his_

approval.

's thumb strokes Alfred's flushed cheeks, and lowers his lips so they brush across the American's so lightly he gets a tingling_

sensation of want. He hums and kisses him softly, gradually leaning down further and slipping in his tongue. His other hand cradles_

Alfred's frame as he moves him directly under himself and removes his own underwear. ((PP yesyes? ))

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