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Cepheus: America and England go at it. As simple as that, and no,
there isn�t really a plot :D

Enjoy!

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Rating: NC17

Warnings: Male x male, yaoi, penetration, voyeurism�ish :D

Disclaimer: I don�t own Hetalia.

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Of Mutual Accord

One�shot

America shifted in his
bed, uncomfortable with the different sort of softness of the mattress, and
looked at his side, where England was also laying wide awake, in his same
conditions, eyes lazily following the curves of the ceiling.

There was silence in
the room �something neither was used to, as both their countries were filled
with chaos, and lights and noise. It was so different, so unusual, that neither
could really sleep.

It was strange to
admit, but both America and England
kind of missed the chaotic surroundings of their cities.

They were sleeping in
the same room, bunked together on the low beds Japan loved so much �futons,
they were called� and as welcomed guests, their host was also sleeping with
them in a third futon, on England�s other side.

Japan, of course, had been
quite insistent on having them both in his house; after his self�imposed closure
from the rest of the world that lasted for centuries, now he was finally
warming up to the Occident, and America
wanted to use this opportunity and make an ally out of him.

England had been
mostly attracted because of the possibility to gain an ally (especially since
he had problems with the other nations, and needed support just as much as
Japan� as it had been made clear enough during their first meeting), but also
because Japan was filled to the brim with creatures he had never seen before
and that swarmed around him, happy that someone could finally see them.

Apparently, in his
isolationism, Japan
had not cultivated his friendship with his creatures and they had punished him,
making him unable to see them until he allowed his heart to open again.

Thus why they welcomed
England.

Alas, both the British
and the American had their reasons for being there, aiding Japan in his
hunger for a different culture and lifestyle.

The Asiatic Nation had
at first appeared quite reticent with some �innovations� the two had brought
along �and certainly America�s attempts to make Japan start eating hamburgers
had complicated things� but he was soaking up information like a sponge,
blushing and getting interested and excited at every little detail, so it was
truly a sight to behold.

That said, it had been
a long day, and both America
and England
had hoped for a tranquil, relaxing night. That had not happened, since the
futons were uncomfortably solid, and they were used to higher, comfier beds.

Their tiredness had not
prevented their usual banter, though, and they had insulted each other with
annoyance until late at night, when Japan had enough of their
information and had accompanied them to their beds.

America sighed,
allowing his eyes to trail up England�s profile �the other man was relaxed, and
even the usual crease of his eyebrows was not present; green eyes were still
looking upwards, tired but unable to close, vaguely dazed but still bright.

The sight�

This was like when he
had been naught but a young kid, not a nation yet. England
then had taken care of him, at least until America had been able to stand on
his own and leave, hurting him�

Alfred had been hurt
as well, but� this way he had grown stronger.

�Oi,
Arthur� America
grunted, wanting to make some sort of conversation to pass the time and stop
the wave of memories.

His thoughts quickly
vanished as England
shifted on the bed, turning his head and staring (not glaring) at him. �What?�
he replied quietly, mindful of the sleeping Japan on his other side.

America didn�t answer,
as the shift made the moonlight shine on England�s face in a way that took the
breath out of him �for how stupid and mushy
it sounded, he looked� almost beautiful. Clad only in the short pyjama Japan had given him (some sort of kimono� or yukata� or whatever word Japan had used), part of his chest
naked, mussed hair, he was�

Absolutely edible.

Now America had a
better idea on what to do to pass the time. A way better idea.

He sat up on his
futon, under the curious gaze of the other, whose eyes narrowed a bit as
America shuffled towards him, pulling the futon close to his.

�Hey, wait, what are
you bloody doing?� he hissed, definitely not in the mood for anything the
ex�colony could pull off, especially after the tiring day. �Don�t you dare come
near!�

Ignoring the older
Nation as he was used to, America hummed softly and took off the cloth string
that held together his own kimono. England let out an undignified
grunt at the sight of the naked skin underneath, and looked away, cheeks
flushing brightly.

�Alfred!� he growled
out, terribly embarrassed and with his stomach fluttering slightly. �What the
bloody hell are you doing?!�

�Well, Artie, I first
thought we could talk, but right now I have a better idea� America chirped, keeping his voice
low but still loud enough to convey just how cheerful he was at the moment.
�Lay back down and enjoy the ride, will you?�

England�s eyes widened
at the words and he attempted sitting up to shift as far from the blond idiot
in front of him as he could, but America was faster than him �he moved the
sheets away, uncovering England�s body, and grabbed his obi to remove it.

England squeaked, ashamed at
his own reaction, and grabbed the other�s wrist in a tight grip, growling. He
wasn�t liking the situation much. Risking to look away from America, he glanced to the prone form of Japan,
relieved to see he was still sleeping with his back towards them.

Brows furrowing in
anger, he turned around again. �Don�t even think about it! Did your brain
finally crack?! There�s Japan
sleeping here! You can�t really want to��

The rest of his
affronted speech was muffled by America�s
lips crashing onto his; England
gasped out at the feeling of the cool, soft lips move against his own, coaxing
a response from him.

For a second, he
allowed the contact, fighting for dominance almost unthinkingly.

His tongue darted out,
meeting America�s eager one almost shyly, then he growled, pushing the
American�s body away and growling at him �how dare�� America pushed him back
down, not leaving enough time for a heated reply, kissing him again.

A hand sneaked to
England�s legs, shifting under the kimono on the naked skin, caressing it with
heated fingers, whilst the other moved to grasp both of Arthur�s wrists,
holding them still; the British struggled, cheeks flushing even more at the
contact, both unwanted and deliciously needed, and at the embarrassment.

��stop!� he hissed
when America left his lips, only to shift to his neck, licking it and nipping
at the tender skin, eliciting a soft moan from Arthur�s traitorous lips. �No�
not here� not with him there�� he threw another alarmed look at the sleeping Japan.

Alfred chuckled. �Why
not?� his tone, low and sensual, sent shivers down England�s body, demolishing his
will. �Doesn�t this� excite you?� he
nibbled at England�s
ear. �We�ve had� a� hard� he pushed
his growing, naked erection against Arthur�s equally naked one, making the
shorter man gasp and writhe under him �day� so why not have some fun? Hmmm?�

For all that was
worth, England wanted nothing more than kick America in his �vital regions� and
yell at him, but a part of him that was growing� bigger� every second passing was actually agreeing with him.

Holy God, though,
wasn�t Alfred bloody damned sexy when he�

�But� Japan
is there�� though his voice didn�t hold the same conviction as before, Arthur
didn�t want to cave in this easily.

�If you�re quiet
enough� he won�t need to wake up��

England�s eyes
fluttered close when America started nibbling his way down to his chest,
pushing the kimono folds out of the way, grabbing the obi and using it to tie
Arthur�s arms above his head, unmindful of England�s hushed but heated
protests.

�Shh�
didn�t you want to keep quiet?� he chastised the man, smirking as he bit down
on one rosy nipple.

England groaned, arching his
body to have more contact, pulling at his tied hands with an annoyed growl.

He severely disliked
this submission of his �and he protested, biting hard on America�s neck the moment he had it
close enough.

Unfortunately, this
only served to excite the other more.

Soon, England stopped protesting, as America�s mouth
washed away any kind of will from him �gods, that mouth�

Nibbling, licking,
sucking, biting� Arthur�s mind short�circuited in pleasure, and could do
nothing but arch his back and try to keep his embarrassing moans and groans low
enough not to wake their sleeping companion.

America�s hands rubbed
at England�s inner tights, pulling them apart enough to settle in-between them,
grinding the now fully erect arousals together, hissing in delight and growing
even harder at the sexy mewls coming out of Arthur�s lips as the British moved
on his own to meet America�s thrusts.

Cheeks flushed by
passion and arousal, hair framing his face, eyes lid with pleasure and desire,
England offered a unique, delightful sight; America felt heat pool inside his
lower abdomen, and knew that by sight alone he was close enough already.

Groaning, he lowered
himself on England�s
erection, flickering his tongue out and lazily tasting the pre�cum leaking from
its tip, making the man under him moan, shivers racking his body.

Apparently, England found the
situation just as arousing.

Feeling his smirk
double, Alfred took in the engorged shaft into his mouth, one inch at a time,
mindful to let England
feel it.

�Ah�� Arthur felt wet
heat surround his vital region and threw his head backwards on the pillow,
groaning loudly and grasping tightly at the futon�s edges with his still tied
hands, arching his back and pulling his legs open even wider. It felt� it felt�

�Alfred� stop�� the
other man�s name was drawled out in a long needy moan, but the plead was
ignored and soon America was
offering his best performance to England.

The skilled tongue
that could roll around entire discussions and dance through complex subjects
was now wrapped around his erection, teeth that usually bit down hamburgers
were now nibbling at the tender, red skin, hands massaging the area around,
pressing on his balls and then underneath�

England lost it and came
hard, arching his back so much America
feared it�d snap, yelling out his release and riding through his orgasm with
painful intensity, whilst Alfred moved away quickly, gathering the white seed
in his hands and coating his fingers with it.

By the time a panting England returned to earth, his whole body
shaking in pleasure, America
had already pushed two fingers inside him and was stimulating and scissoring
the inner skin and muscles.

�Wa�wait�
Arthur pleaded, mind spinning as he tried to recover from his first orgasm, his
muscles clenching around America�s
fingers on their own. �Alfred, slower, wa�ahhh��

Once again his words
were cut, as America,
who was diligently working his way in, had found where the prostate was and was
now brushing his middle finger on it, mindful not to hit it too hard yet.

Arthur thrashed on the
mattress, feeling his arousal return full force at the different, deeper
pleasure that tingled inside him, making his fingers and toes curl and white
dance at the edge of his vision.

It was fast �godsofastandgoodand
�he groaned Alfred�s name again, repeating it over and over.

�I�m pushing in now�
Alfred warned, his tone wavering at the intensity of his own desire. His
fingers were trembling, showing how his self�control wasn�t as steady as it
looked.

But who could have
blamed him? The way England
was moving, he was about to come just looking�

Then he was going in �the pleasurable heat surrounding his
erection, pressing against it, enclosing it, and he hissed, stopping halfway
through in order to breathe.

It was�

Holy mother of� it was
tight and deliciously �good.

Neither was by then
paying attention to anything that was not each other, both too lost in pleasure
and heat to even care.

America moved, going deeper
in and eliciting groans and yelps (both of pain and pleasure) from England,
whose tied hands tried to be freed �and in the end he managed to loosen the
knot. The moment his arms came free he tugged America down, smashing their lips
together again and resuming the dominance battle.

�More� he pleaded,
licking at Alfred�s lips and meeting the other�s tongue, sucking on it. �More,
please� Alfred��

All of his reluctance
had been won over, and dignity had left him �what was left was the simple,
sheer pleasure with a twinge of pain that satisfied his masochist inner self.

America chuckled, voice rasp
for his own desire, and locked on England�s lips again whilst
slamming in hard.

England yelled, white
exploding around his visual, but the sound came out muffled thanks to the lips
covering his own, the tongue sneaking inside, dominating his, and the body over
his own pushing back in again, and again and�

�Alfred!� he tried to
yell, unable to think of anything but that single name.

America kept ramming inside,
groaning in synch with England
as the other man�s nails raked his back, and strong tights wrapped around his midsection,
to pull him closer.

Everything blurred
into heat and darkness and pleasure as they kept moving, Arthur meeting
Alfred�s thrusts mid�way, lips locked, his erection being pressed between America�s chest
and his own, prostate continuously stimulated and brushed and hit�

His orgasm hit
suddenly, building over in a rush and leaving him breathless.

Arthur gasped out,
eyes rolling behind heavy eyelids and body shaking and trembling, hands
clutching at America�s
back with such intensity that blood trickled down, seed covering his stomach.

America kept moving,
willing away his orgasm and gritting his teeth, not wanting to end it just like that, and closed his eyes,
knowing that one look at England�s pleasured face would make his control shatter.

Arthur, coming down
from his second orgasm, tingling all over, yelped at the feeling of the other
blond man still moving inside, keeping up his prostate�s abuse whilst nibbling
at his neck.

�Al�ah.. Alfred� �s
enough��

Of course America
simply grunted in reply, completely ignoring him.

�Alfred� please� ah� please�� he trashed his head from one
side to the other, but America didn�t stop, his pace even speeding up, slamming
inside him, striking at his prostate every
single time� �Ahhh Alfre�hnnn�

Alfred shifted his
whole weight up, pushing more strength in his thrusting and moving one of his
hand down, grabbing Arthur�s spent member and coaxing it back to life, smirking
at the insults Arthur managed to grind out between his groaning and panting.

�I�ll� make you� pay� England groaned, sweat rolling down his chin,
unable to do anything more than rock at America�s pace. �AH!
God� please��

This time, America allowed orgasm to wash over him,
stilling his movements and striking on England�s prostate one last time,
keeping there enough for his lover to come together with him.

Alfred let out a
shivering groan, sweaty hands holding onto Arthur�s body like an anchor as he
rode his peak, releasing deep inside the other nation�s body, feeling him
quiver and gasp underneath him as he dry orgasmed.

Finally spent, America
fell down on England, gasping and trying to make the world stop spinning around
him; his quality time with his once brother were always intense, but there was
something exciting in doing it next to a sleeping someone�

Slipping out of
Arthur, feeling some of his juices leak out as well, America groaned in satisfaction.

�Hmm� we should
sleepover with someone more often� he murmured, leaning down lazily to kiss
Arthur�s neck. �Besides, this way I can lay a claim and� Arthur?�

America blinked in surprise
when, looking up, he found England
unresponsive and asleep, head rolled to a side, a trail of saliva running down
his chin.

Chuckling, Alfred
shifted upwards and licked it away, kissing the fainted man on the mouth. It
was in times like these, when England
was so unprotected and relaxed, that America truly admired him the most.

Such a strong nation,
no matter how many battles could be fought where he had to ask for help� England always
managed to stand back up again�

Not trusting, though
�until now, until America
came back to sweep him away�

�It�s just another way
to love you, even though you might not believe me if I were to tell you� he
muttered, clinging at him possessively and moving to the side, preparing to
fall asleep as well. �To protect you I�ve grown stronger� so that I could be
able to see this side of you� so that no one could claim you before I could��

Knowing he would
probably pay for his behaviour of the night, but not caring the least, America cuddled next to Arthur, smiling and
drifting into a sleep filled with dreams of hamburgers and England smiling
at him with warmth and care.

The room fell into
deep silence again, as the two previously awake occupants finally slept away
their fatigue.

The third figure,
mostly forgotten by both, shifted uneasily, head propped up on his hands.

�So that�s what France�san called� voyeurism� Honda thought, cheeks
flushed but eyes wide and bright. �Uncouth,
but� interesting��
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