:'D So U-umm yeah...Fanfic was having trouble with the uploading part so it actually took longer than expected -shot-

So this is the last Chapter WOOHOO 8D

Finally done!

Please ENJOY the smutty-ness of it all. ^^"

Chapter 6

It's THE END

The brat has game.

He kept his voice low as he with stood the attacks from the predator. Alfred's over-sized t-shirt was no barrier. It was pressed on hard, and England was getting pissed off than ever. This side of America, this 'dark' side was turning him on. The item was wet and hot, making even England himself salivate.

What's he up to next? He wondered while he was bitten on. Then the question popped up,

"Had enough?"

Excuse me? Had he heard correctly? Is the great America, acting as if he was a three year old child. He let out a chuckle, thus confused the man as he released the tension on the ear.

"You never cease to amaze me, Alfred." A smirk crawled upon his face.

Alfred stopped all movements as he listened to the sentience, Ah, England, cocky as ever.

He leaned up now putting all wait on both knees. His face was blank for a few moment's but swiftly it changed into a smirk that seemed to mentally clash with England's

"Hope i never do."

He'd leave that for England to ponder upon. Slowly like a predator stalking a prey he leaned forward a bit, his glasses barley sliding down his nose, blue eyes stared down at green ones. If it was a battle England wanted, he would get one. No more childish games. Alfred gripped both of England's leg's lifting them in the air so the British man was well on his back; his hips now in the air, Alfred smirked at this.

He tilted his head as he stared at the marvels that now were exposed, all of them that is. Slowly he licked his lips as if greedily wanting to devourer the sight of such things

"Mh. Funny, looks like it's grown a bit?" he teased at the other.

Swiftly he bent his head down, making sure to hold England's ankles in a firm grasp as his tongue slowly trailed up the shaft of his groin. Blue eyes watched the face of the other as he slowly and painfully teased the member, sliding his tongue under the slit, and back around.

His eyes widened. What caught Arthur off guard was the tremendous strength Alfred put into lifting his legs.

Was he really that light?

Straining to see in the dark, he saw the figure's eyes gleam. He watched as the head of his partner slowly moved down. Shutting his eyes quickly he braced for the impact. A wet sensation found its way sliding all over his groin. His erection grew by the seconds.

He over heard the comment about 'it' growing, and huffed out in anger. Like this was a good time to play around. His train of thought was cut by the cold saliva that dripped onto his torso and downward.

"Baka Alfred! Hurry up; I'm not as patient as I used to be!"

These words shot out of his mouth like a loaded gun. He quickly bit down on his lips. The force was so hard that the taste of blood lingered into Arthur's mouth. A sweet salty taste that tasted all so familiar.

Alfred chuckled and looked up at the impatient male beneath him

"You were never patient, Arthur."

But what he saw next wasn't a pleasant reminder. He could see the faintest bit of blood on Arthur's bottom lip.

Blood.

A swift image of Arthur covered in blood and crying whipped through his brain. His body became tense and eyes became wide. For a second he probably looked like he was in serious paint. Alfred bent down making Arthur's leg's hang over his shoulder's as his arms released them and slammed down right above Arthur's shoulders.

"Don't do that."

His voice was slightly harsh but his face expressed more pain then anything. Swiftly he looked away then looked back his whole being changing, he now smiled and smashed his lips to Arthur's forcing his tongue to lap the blood up making sure he got it all.

He pulled back and licked his lips "...i don't need to be the cause of another scar." This dripped with guilt. But god damn did he mentally smack the shit out of himself for saying so.

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.

Hero's didn't pull this bullshit. Once against he changed his look, as a silencer he bent down taking England's throbbing member into his mouth. He didn't much care for the taste of precum he has decided, it was salty, but had an odd good...taste to it? Skillfully, though he didn't know where he got the skill from, he lapped his tongue over the tip, then tended to the slit, then moved his way down the shaft to one of the balls gently taking one of them in his mouth and sucking.

"M-mhh..." Arthur exclaimed as he fought the sudden kiss.

"W-what are you doing?" He pushed away. With his released hand he wiped away small drops of blood. He stared blankly, forming his hand into a fist. 'Idiot,' he though 'What was I thinking..?" His mind faded away to the time of war and revolution.

The bloodshed and tears. All those lives just wasted because of an unjust unreasonable fight. Closing his eyes, Arthur dropped his head slowly facing the bedside. He could feel his cheeks swell like a hot tea kettle. Possibly catching a glimpse of this Alfred relentlessly went back to getting the attention from the Englander.

A hand made its way gripping tightly onto the bed sheet fabric. He gasped out for air as he felt himself leaking out into Alfred's mouth.

"A-alfred...I-i I'm going to com-"

All he could think about was the war as he bobbed his head up and down, face blank, mind deep in though.

War, war, war.

The pain, war, scar's, war, tears, war, endless nights, endless days, war.

England's face.

The memories that so painfully burned into his brain that woke him up in dead sweats and left him gasping for air, which so greedily sucked up his dreams and invaded them with no mercy. No wonder he was so damn tired all the time. No wonder England was so tired all the time, so skinny as well. His soldiers, his people, his country, all in grate pain, all affected by something so...so...pft. The scar's if left on his back, the burns, all a constant reminded, all there when he looked in the mirror.

Sometimes they hurt the scars. But what hurt worse were the never ending memories of the event. The never ending hate and guilt it brought. Alfred's thoughts were interrupted but a burst a liquid in his mouth. Instinctively he pulled back as the rest released on his glasses, bottom lip, and left cheek. He chocked on the remaining cum in his mouth, a surprise none the less.

His cheeks were dusted with a light pink, but his mind was else were. Rarely did he revert back to the old times, because if he did, he'd be a drunken mess. Alfred slowly licked his lips tasting the cum and sweat of his own, he stared at the cum through his glasses.

Arthur lay there; helplessly on the bed trying to think straight. As he breathed out he saw the beads of sweat that trickled down Alfred's chin. He strained his body trying to force himself to get up. Slowly grabbing onto the stunned America he licked the stains of loose sweat.

The salty mixture almost tasted like tears. Was Alfred crying? He felt his partner tremble while he was embracing him. Shutting his eyes he placed his head directly on the other's shoulder he reassured Alfred with a hug.

Snuggling into the warm embrace he stayed in this position for a few minutes. Regaining his composure he cleared the lump in his throat. Meeting the gaze of the American he licked off the excess liquid that covered his face. He chuckled slightly,

"Pfft- What am I going to do with you America? Even till now you just a messy child..." His words broke off into a whisper.

Alfred was surprised by the sudden grip of the other. He numbingly stared down at the bed. Then snapped out of it when a slick wet tongue ran across his chin.

He closed one eye and made a form of a pout and frown combined. Alfred watched as England's head lowered onto his bony shoulder. Alfred smiled lightly and placed a hand on the other male's back, which was hot and lightly covered in sweat considering it had been pressed against a sheet, but sooner than later he wrapped both hands around the male, resting his chin lightly on England's head. Though it couldn't be seen he was smiling.

Alfred lifted his chin up once the British male's head came up, green eyes meeting his, and endless field on untold secrets. Alfred closed his eyes allowing England to gently lick off his own liquids.

"You didn't hav-"

But swiftly he was cut off by the other male's words. Alfred stared at the male for a slip second, then his face became warm and sweet, he chuckled lightly and smiled tilting his head as sweat dripped down his brow "You think so?"

What he really wanted to say was 'what are you going to do with me? ...love me.'

But the words couldn't find there way out of his heart and out his mouth.

He just smiled.

Arthur became drowsy, his eyes felt heavy as he fought his inner self. N-no! Don't go to sleep now...He slurred these words in his mind; rocking back and forth he found rest in Alfred's warm arms. No wonder when Alfred was little he liked to cuddle with me at night.

I guess this is what it feels like to be warm and safe. His hand dropped as he was lulled to sleep.

Alfred's softly ran his fingers through England's messy hair. It was soft, and it kind of smelled good. Alfred noticed the drifting male beneath him; he smiled and held the smaller male close, securing himself around the fragile body. Alfred's eyes popped open as a reminder of his 'situation' throbbed. He whined mentally at the fact that he had never gotten to release. He shifted uncomfortable but managed to make it so him and England were side to side and lying on the pillows comfortable.

Alfred closed his eyes and bit his lip trying his best to forget about multiple things. But nothing seemed to ease away.

The bed shifted slightly, disturbing England as he tried to sleep soundly. W-what's happening? He thought, though his eyes were shut closed. Making no effort to open his eyes he let out a grunt toward America.

"A-america, you oh-kay?" He words didn't come out as clear but made there way to Alfred's ear.

Alfred nodded his head, even if England couldn't see. He griped his tight pants, which obviously had no mercy for his ever still throbbing member

"Y-yah." he managed to let out with a small sigh.

Release, release, i need fucken release or my dick's gonna explode.

Alfred licked his lip as he closed his eyes, the pain becoming awkwardly unbearable.

"Bathroom." He managed to spit out.

His eyes wide with fear. He actually for a second believed his dick would explode. Slowly leaning over to kiss England's cheek, he moved his hips away from Arthur as much as possible, thus making his body at an awkward turn, which made it harder to scoot over to the exhausted British male.

Slowly Alfred kissed the top of Arthur's forehead, smiling for a second, but retreating off the bed.

Once his feet hit the cold hard floor he unzipped his pants and smiled, letting his head lean back as he enjoyed not only the nice cold air but the slight release is pressure. He slowly wobbled to the bathroom. Slowly, very, very, slowly.

He rustled in his sleep. He thought he dreamt of Alfred. Was it really a dream? His forehead felt so warm as he nuzzled against the soft pillow. The thought made his heart flutter out of his chest.

'Damn, I must be really drunk or this has got to be a very convincing hallucination.'

He chuckled to himself quietly as he ignored the awkward sounds coming from the bathroom. It could be just the wind. He didn't want to ruin his dreams. So he nodded back, his head dropping on one side. His head felt oddly heavy as he went back to sleep.

THE END

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I know the ending was kinda cut short B| Believe me...I wanted to do some much more.

LOL so as you can probably guess Alfred got to 'release'. Though it's not in here...IDK why.