"That's odd," Arthur finally set his book down.

"Hm?" Alfred asked.

"I would have thought that Francis and Matthew would have come over by now," Arthur ran his finger through Al's hair as his head lay resting in his lap.

"Eh, Mattie had said he was going to have to make it up to Francis somehow for hurting him while not wanting to turn back," Alfred yawned.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, they're probably having sex or something. Mattie said he really, really, really liked it," Alfred nodded. "Hey, how come we don't have sex?" Al picked up his head. Arthur blushed.

"Do you even know what that is?" Arthur asked, aghast.

"Yeah, Mattie explained it to me."

"Oh," he blinked.

"I mean, unless you don't love me. Then you don't have to. Mattie said it was only between lovers," Alfred shook his head and sat up.

"No, no, love," Arthur knelt down and pulled Alfred into his lap, having him straddle his legs. "I absolutely adore you. More than I thought possible," he softly caressed Al's face and ears. Alfred shivered and he was slowly pulled down into a kiss. The doorbell rang, Arthur sighed heavily and pulled the two of them up. When he opened the door to the office, there on the ground was a nice, neat little pile of Alfred's clothes, jacket and glasses, along with a little letter.

"What's it say? I can't read it," Alfred asked, staring at the words while clutching his jacket.

"Oh, just a letter from the Society, saying I've been accepted into their ranks," Arthur raised a brow at it and went to go place it on his desk.

"That's totally cool," Alfred smiled as he followed him.

"Not really, I'd much rather spend my time with you. You look positively delicious," Arthur smirked and crossed his arms.

"Uh, what?" Alfred asked nervously.

"Didn't Matthew tell you how humans eat one another?" Arthur stalked closer and closer to Alfred as he backed up into a corner. Alfred shook his head, eyes wide as he clutched his jacket even tighter to his chest. Arthur reached out and pulled him into a heated kiss. "Alfred, I love you," Arthur chuckled as he rested his forehead on Alfred's.

"I love you too, Arthur."

Lawls. England, you're horrible. No wait. I'm horrible since I actually wrote it. Crap. DX

And I foresee future reading lessons. I had the random thought of, hey, America totally can't read can he? He was a rabbit speaking whatever it is rabbits speak... wait then how does he know any English? (To which I studiously ignored from then on. Obviously he needs to know English if this story was to even exist.)

Eh, thus concludes my random thoughts for the moment. :P

I hope the story was acceptable and to your liking if you bothered to read this far. :3