What Happens on Halloween

They never worked. Long ago, Arthur concluded it was because Alfred was simply too dense for love spells. Still, that hadn't stopped Arthur from trying, hoping, aching for what he assured himself was a little revenge. The thought of America down on his knees begging for England's love was... enticing.

The first time, Arthur had tried one on the stupid git was after Alfred went independent. That had left Arthur real depressed and he had made the potion in a right mess of a state.

He had slipped it in the moron's tea during their peace conference years later. Didn't work. He'd watch so careful for a change, any alteration in Alfred's manner, but the boy had remained as loud, crude, and crass as ever.

Over the years, Arthur made the potions and spells whenever the git really ticked him off, which was often. He only ever attempted to slip them into Alfred's food and drink whenever the bloke really pissed him off which was also often, but not so often. They at least kept Arthur away from his black magic books. Not that he hadn't tried a few nasty hexes on the boy and even the cursed chair, that Russia had to sit in and break, but never had any worked despite what Arthur wanted to believe.

Two hundred years later and going, Alfred and he remained in a platonic relationship, not that Arthur wanted to go to the next level. Oh no, that wasn't it. It was just that it would be nice though to know Alfred was attracted to him the way he was sorta, kinda, maybe just a dash, to Alfred.

It hurt his ego that Alfred didn't seem interested in him. Sure, Alfred was drawn to him, brotherly relationship and all, but it wasn't the same. Arthur wanted more. He wanted a "special relationship" with America. One the world would really be envious of.

Yet even when he tripled the amount, his love/ lust spells didn't work. It was disheartening, to which his fairy friends would tell him, it's all for the best. love. Love spells are no substitute for real love. Not that he cared what America felt about him. That ungrateful brat.

This year Alfred was over at his place for their annual Halloween challenge. They switched it up every year. This year it would be at Arthur's and he was aching for revenge since Alfred had won it for the first time last year.

Thanks to Kiku's help, he thought bitterly. His heart had nearly exploded at being left alone in the room with Ivan. The last nation on Earth he wanted to be within a hundred kilometers of.

After he came home that year from his first loss, he had brewed his strongest love potion ever, swearing to make Alfred beg for his affections. Yes, he had cackled, Alfred would grovel.

Later, his better senses had taken over and he had planned to dispose of the potion and the tea packet he had put it in. Too bad, Arthur was forgetful and tended to misplace things. So he had put it aside somewhere and forgotten where, and over time just forgotten all together about it.

"So dude, this year's gonna be like last. Man, I got you so good last year! Shoulda seen yer face," the git laughed, slapping the table. Arthur bit his cheek to keep from snapping at him.

"As I recall," he said, "Kiku was the one who came up with that idea."

"Oh, he helped. Backed me up," Alfred said dismissively, "But man, my plan this year is gonna knock yer knickers off."

Arthur's eye twitched a little as he set the tea kettle down and reached into his tea cabinet. Let's see there's earl grey, some good black tea, his mind thought as his mouth said, "You know if you tell me your plans they will not be very scary."

He paused, noticing the edge of a tea packet at the very back by his tin box of earl grey. Now how did that get back there? He wondered, picking it up. It was covered in a fine coat of dust.

"Oh right, old man, your just scared to admit how awesome it'll be. Chicken," Alfred teased.

Arthur frowned, picking up the tea packet. Perfect, he thought, dropping it in Alfred's mug and pouring the hot water in.

"Oh, Al ~ your tea is done," he said, setting it in front of Alfre who had the nerve, the nerve! to crinkle his nose. Arthur had instructed his fairy friends to make knocking noises throughout the night, maybe he would have them do a little more to the American prick.

"Ugh, dude, get some coffee," Alfred grumbled.

"Just drink it!" Arthur snapped.

Taking a a gulp, he winced, and proceeded to chug it down as fast as the heat of the drink allowed him to. He complained, but he still drank it. Just like with Arthur's scones. One of the few things Arthur found really endearing about Alfred.

"Gah!" Alfred said, setting the mug down with a disgusted expression that made Arthur frown. "What gutter did you get that out of?"

"Same one you'll be in if you keep whining," Arthur retorted.

Alfred opened his eyes to say something back when his eyes suddenly lolled up and he tumbled over backwards.

"Alfred!" Arthur cried.

.oOOo.

"Alfred?" Arthur said, holding the larger nation in his lap. "What's wrong?" Was it the tea? He wondered, No, it couldn't be. "I should dial 911."

Alfred didn't seem injured, if anything Alfred's tiled floor look more damaged with a crack the size of his fist on it. Nations didn't injure easily, especially not Alfred. He was about to set the boy down and run over to his black, dial phone that Alfred always ridiculed saying Arthur needed to update to an "I-phone" when the boy's sky blue eyes fluttered open.

"Oh, Alfred," he said in relief, smiling at the younger nation. He found the boy's glasses on the floor nearby, unharmed, and leaned over, picking them up. He set them on Alfred's face and was going to let go when the wheat-blonde nation seized his wrist with such force.

"A-Al?" He said, taken aback as Alfred sat on his knees, staring at Arthur, his pupils dilated and wide. His nose was so close to Arthur. Arthur could feel his hot breath ticking his lips and chin. "W-What is it?" A blush crept over his cheeks at that intense gaze.

"You're hot," Alfred breathed, his gaze becoming half-lidded. "So damn hot Artie. I want you."

Arthur coughed, his eyes widening. His face went beet red, he scrambled backward into the bottom of his oak dish cabinet, Alfred following him on all fours until he had Arthur pressing painfully into it.

"A-Al is this some kind of joke?" He said, trying to laugh it off.

"I've never been more serious," Alfred said as his hands went to either side of Arthur, pinning him in. "All these years. How did I never see it? You're so beautiful. I need you."

These words were music to Arthur's ears. His mind was scrambling for why Alfred was saying them now. Has to be a joke, Arthur thought, in which case he would throttle Alfred.

Suddenly, Alfred's lips were pressed into his and his tongue, wet and hot, was exploring, caressing inside Arthur's. It was like a dream come true. Alfred's hands cupped his cheeks and Arthur moaned into Alfred's kiss, panting with desire.

"Alfred," he breathed, trying to regain himself. "What's come over you?"

"Only you babe," Alfred said, "And how much I love you. Every little inch of you."

Alfred's lips went onto his throat, kissing and sucking. Arthur groaned, clutching at the tiles, wanting Alfred to take him. Years of unmet desires were about to be fulfilled, but some part of his mind couldn't let go of why. Why all of the sudden?

Realization hit him like a sack of bricks. The love potion! That tea bag had been the love potion from three years ago. Oh, what have I done? He thought and then moaned as Alfred licked his collarbone and adam's apple.

No, no, this is still wrong, he thought, shooing away his lusty thoughts. He had to fight this. They had to fight this. Even if Alfred seemed willing it wasn't because he was actually in love with Arthur. It was the same as slipping him a roofie or an aphrodisiac. It was a form of rape.

Oh, you bloody fool! He bemoaned himself, attempting to push Alfred off, but Alfred pushed him down, pressing his hardness against his stomach. The American was so strong and that was going to make things very difficult. But why did it work tonight of all nights? He wondered.

He had let loose a sexy beast that wanted nothing more than to pound into Arthur until he was silly. Morality aside, Arthur wanted nothing more than to let him.

(Okay a short smut story. Next chapter after the holidays will finish it as Arthur tries to elude a lust-bewitched Alfred.)