St. Georges\'s Day

Ok so the 23rd is England's Birthday and as he is one of my fave characters I feel I should give him a special gift for his birthday. So I'm writing what should be a (series of) one shot. Enjoy.
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Arthur sat in the sitting room of his house. It was April 23rd, St. George's day, his birthday. He was sipping a cup of tea that had small wisps of steam wafting off the top. Frowning he sets the cup back into its saucer and onto the table beside his plush seat. He looks around the room at the various trinkets and artifacts from throughout his history. There were a few old paintings of some of his favorite rulers, mismatched furniture from various eras that seemed to go together regardless, and flanking the mantle of the fire place were a pair of book cases. Only a few of the shelves on the cases contained books, old copies that showed they were well loved. The other shelves held mementoes. There was a model ship in a bottle complete with a skull and cross bones on its flag, a small and worn stuffed rabbit, a wooden cross, but the object on the shelves that caught the Brit's attention was a simple crown woven of flowers. Dried and preserved with all the care in the world and shielded within a dome of glass. Tears prick at the green eyed nation's eyes and he violently swipes them away, tearing his gaze from the dried flowers. They had been a gift from the one that Arthur held most dear but seeing them on this day only made the pain of loosing that one even more painful.
"Bloody git! Even when you're not here you can make me angry with you." He swipes away at a few more tears before picking up his tea service and heading for his kitchen. He pours out the tea and rinses the pot and cup setting them tot he side to dry before wiping his hands on the tea towel.
Leaving the towel on the counter the sandy blonde makes his way up to his room, not caring that it was only mid afternoon. After all, no one else seemed to care for the day so why should he. The bloody frog hadn't even called to harass him for being a another year older. Not that he wanted that but at least it showed that someone remembered him.
Just as he reaches the top of the stairs he hears a knock on his door. He pauses for a moment, looking over his shoulder curiously at the front door, just as he is turning back to continue to his room, thinking it must have been his imagination, he hears a loud pounding followed by the door nearly collapsing into his foyer. Arthur cringes at the resounding bang. His eyebrow twitching at the following 'Oops.' Slowly he turns to look down the stairs that lead to the front door, scowling at the blonde standing in the now open doorway looking sheepish while still holding the position of knocking.
"Alfred." Twitch.
"Uh, hey Artie. I'll, uh, fix that." The American points at the door hanging half off its hinges and nearly embedded into the wall.
Twitch, "Alfred, get in here and shut the door." Adding after a pause, "Gently."
"Er, right." Alfred steps into the house and pulls the door from the wall and sets it back in place in the door frame. "I really am sorry about the door Artie, I just don't always know my own strength."
Arthur had made his way down the stairs and into the foyer, arms crossed and scowl etched on his face as he watches the other blonde fix the door as best he can for now. "Why are you here Alfred?"
America turns and faces the Brit with a look of confusion on his face. "What do you mean why am I here? Today's your birthday right?"
The scowl on his face becomes flustered as a blush dusts his cheeks at the reminder. "I know that! That does not explain why you are here though. You've never come by before for my birthday."
"Huh? Well course not Artie, I didn't know when it was. But France called me earlier today and told me it was your birthday. So of course as the hero I came right over to wish you a 'Happy Birthday!'" Alfred lets loose a grin as Arthur's flustered expression replaces his scowl, his blush deepening. "Though I don't understand why France wanted me to put a bow on my head before I came over. That would have been kind of stupid looking, huh?"
England sputters at the mental image of Alfred with a bow on his head as he came through the door. 'France you bloody pervert!' "Yes Alfred, it is a good thing you did not do that." Sighing he takes a few deep breaths before turning to head into his sitting room, motioning for the other to follow. "Would you like something to drink, it is a tad early for dinner."
"Naw, I'm good." Alfred plops himself on the sofa, spreading out to occupy the whole thing. "So... It's your birthday. You don't seem to be doing much for it." Alfred looks around the room to see if maybe there was a party hiding somewhere behind the odd bits of furniture.
"Not everyone enjoys a loud obnoxious party to celebrate the passing of another year. " Arthur sits on the plush chair he had occupied earlier.
"Huh? Well how about I at least take you out somewhere for dinner then. Its the least I can do. I didn't really have time to get you a good gift before getting here. So you pick the place and I'll treat you."
Arthur scoffs, "I suppose you're going to insist on doing so, but as you said I get to choose where."
Alfred smiles and nods and the Brit stands.
"Give me a moment to get myself ready and then we can go."
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Half an hour later found the pair waiting for a table in a rather cozy Indian restaurant. Arthur was trying not to look offended at the American's obvious relief that it wasn't a proper British establishment, he had been the one to choose the restaurant. It was one of his favorites, though he didn't get to eat there very often, he never felt comfortable eating here by himself as most of the meals were served family style and it was just strange to come alone.
They were shown their table and Arthur quickly ordered tea for himself while Alfred asked for a coke. once they were left alone they began looking over the menu.
"So, what's good here?" Arthur looks up from his menu to glance across at the other blonde.
"It's all rather good actually."
"Hmm." Alfred looks over the menu a little longer before closing it and shooting a smile at Arthur. "Why don't you just order for me?" He rubs the back of his head sheepishly. "I'm not really sure what half the stuff on there is supposed to be, we don't really have many Indian places back home."
Arthur lets out a sigh, but smiles despite his irritation. "Certainly. Do you prefer beef, pork, chicken or lamb?"
"Beef."
Arthur nods and not long after the server is back with their drinks and Arthur is ordering for the two of them. They make small talk as they wait for their meal to arrive. When it does the pair dig in and the meal is quickly consumed. Finished Alfred calls for the check and pays before they leave.
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They arrive back at Arthur's and he lets them back into his house.
"So am I to assume you'll be staying the night or do you have a flight back to Washington tonight?" He seemed to grow sad saying the last half of that sentence but kept himself composed.
"Naw, I'm staying the night. Don't have anything happening till Monday, so I don't have to leave till tomorrow afternoon."
Arthur almost doesn't stop the sigh of relief at the other's statement, but catches it at the last moment.
"I'd best get the guest room ready for you then." Arthur heads up the stairs and Alfred watches after him, hesitating before springing up the stairs after him. He grabs the Brit about the shoulders in a hug, resting his chin on the shorter man's shoulder when he catches up to him.
"I got a better idea, why don't we just share a bed?" The Brit tenses, "I mean I did show up rather suddenly and its not like we haven't shared a bed before."
Arthur sputters, a burning blush blooming on his cheeks.
"Th that was different, you were a child then."
Arthur didn't need to see Alfred's face to see the confused look on his face. "Why does that matter?"
"That, it, it just does! Grown men don't share beds."
Alfred blinks and pulls back from Arthur, his arms loosening their grip. "Sure they do. Mattie and Gilbert share a bed all the time. I mean I don't think we have to, you know, be naked or anything."
It took Arthur a moment to realize who Alfred was talking about before the flustered flush changed to one of slight rage.
"Alfred remind me in the morning I need to have a talk with your brother."
"Um, ok. But what does that have to do with the two of us sleeping together?"
And Arthur was back to flushing in embarrassment.
"Alfred we are not sharing a bed and that's final!" Surely the boy was messing with him, there was no way he didn't understand that aspect of life. Sure he was young, eager, innocent. 'Bloody hell.' Flushing a darker red and pulling away from the taller blonde towards the guest room door, he can't help but ask. "Alfred, are you a virgin?" Why was he asking that question? What possessed him to ask that of Alfred of all people?
Arthur tenses expecting a resounding no in answer to his odd question.
"What are you asking me that for?" There is a pause and Arthur feels Alfred shift closer to him. "I'm not a big fan of virgins unless its my turn to be the DD when Matt and I go drinking. Then it can be kind of fun drinking them."
Arthur finds himself having to reset his brain at Alfred's answer to his not so innocent question. It just wasn't possible. How sheltered was the boy? Surely he wasn't still a virgin.
Arthur turned dumbfounded to face the grown man behind him. At the genuine look of confusion on the other's face Arthur couldn't help but let his jaw drop.
"You're serious, you're bloody serious!"
Alfred scratches the top of his head, still confused. "I am?"
This was becoming too much for the Brit and he could feel the blush coming back to his cheeks as images of Alfred in not so innocent positions began flooding his mind. It would be so easy to get what he wanted, but no. He couldn't. This was Alfred, his sweet innocent little Alfred. Who was no longer so little. Damn his libido!
As Arthur seemingly argued with himself Alfred was growing concerned for the other blonde as his face seemed to have gotten rather red rather quickly. With out the other noticing, another concern for the taller blonde, Alfred moved closer to Arthur and was settling his hand on the other's forehead to feel his temperature.
As soon as his hand touched Arthur's forehead Arthur nearly yanked himself back, spluttering at the contact. Leaving Alfred once again confused.
"Hey Arthur are you ok, you look kind of flushed. You might have a fever."
Groaning Arthur brings his hand to his face and holds it there. "I'm fine Alfred, I just, We should go to bed. You can sleep in here." He motions to the guest room before making his way to his own room.
Alfred watches him leave before stepping into the guest room.
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Later that night Arthur found himself being awoken by a sudden crack and bomb of thunder. It seemed that a storm had blown in during the night. Just as Arthur was about to turn over and go back to sleep the creak of the door opening catches his attention.
"Arthur?" The soft voice is trembling slightly and Arthur almost does a double take when he realizes who it is.
"Alfred, lad. What are you doing here?"
"There's a storm." The trembling voice had gotten closer. "I, I thought I'd be the hero and make sure you weren't scared by the thunder."
Just then a flash and another rumble of thunder cuts through the night. Arthur now feels a pair of trembling arms wrapped around him and turns to see the American with his eyes squeezed shut and it looked like he had been crying. reaching up an arm Arthur wraps it gently around the younger man's back, his other hand going up to softly stroke his hair.
"Alright Alfred, I'll let you keep me safe from the storm." Even though he knew he was the one doing the protecting he let Alfred keep his pride by bending to his belief that Alfred was protecting Arthur.
They sat like that for several minutes, Arthur continuing to stroke Alfred's head and to hold him in comfort, before Alfred tensed. The tensing confused Arthur so he stopped his ministrations to glance down at the other.
"Alfred, is everything alright?"
"Nn, yeah. Just whatever you did felt kind of funny."
Arthur gave the other a strange look before going back to what he had been doing to calm the other down. It seemed to be working again and then once again Alfred tensed. Curious about what was causing the odd behavior Arthur ran his hand threw the other's blonde locks again, this time watching his hand as it went. He noticed his thumb rubbing a stray lock of hair that seemed to stand up against gravity as Alfred once again tensed, this time followed by his breathing coming out in shallow pants.
"Arthur?"
Arthur stops himself from investigating the lock of hair further at the strained tone to Alfred's voice.
"Arthur, I feel really warm and funny. Not like when I get sick but..."
Arthur looks at the hair again before grabbing it gently with his thumb and forefinger, giving it a gently tug.
A strange strangle gasp comes from the man curled into his side followed by sharper pants. Another pull lets loose a moan and causes Alfred to look up at him, eyes glazed and face flushed.
"Arthur?" It's clear the other is confused but Arthur can't help but feel the need to kiss the other. He fights it for a moment but the look on Alfred's face is too much for him and he finds himself pressing his lips wantonly to the other's. Confused and surprised Alfred gasps and soon finds Arthur's tongue invading his mouth. Still feeling strange from Arthur's actions on the stray strands of hair he finds himself unable to fight back as Arthur dominates the kiss. Eventually the elder of the two pulls back slightly and looks into the eyes of the American. Confusion shines through the glossy pools of blue and Arthur begins to feel guilt for not restraining himself better.
"Arthur?"
"I, I'm sorry Alfred. I I shouldn't have done that." Arthur looks away, shame clear on his face at what he had done.
Alfred sits up a bit and brings his fingertips to his now swollen lips as he studies the smaller blonde. Now despite Alfred's lack of knowledge in regards to certain aspects of life he did know that you did not kiss someone like that unless there were deeper feelings involved. Now Alfred himself had never been kissed like that before, sure Francis and Feliciano had kissed him before but those were kisses done in greeting. What Arthur had just done was something Alfred registered as being the kind of kissing couples did. So why did Arthur look so upset?
"I I actually kind of liked it." Why had he said that? He wanted to cheer the Brit up, but that was, True he liked it but he didn't want to tell Arthur that!
Arthur whips his head around to look at the other in shock. He liked it!
"Um, well, yeah. Course I liked it." Alfred makes an attempt at his hero's grin, but it falters with the unsure look in his eyes.
Arthur gently takes Alfred's shoulders and looks him in the eyes, a blush darkening his cheeks. "Alfred, would you let me..." Arthur couldn't bring himself to say it.
Alfred seemed to know what he wanted to ask though as a light dusting of pink soon covered his cheeks. The younger blonde slowly moves closer and the elder gently guides their lips together. During this second kiss Alfred lets his hand settle on the Englishman's hips, his thumbs making gentle circles. Arthur meanwhile had wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. He darted his tongue out and flicked the other's lips, asking for entrance that was granted. He tangled his fingers in the golden locks of his partner and inadvertently ran his fingers once again over that stray strand of hair. The reaction was instantaneous, Alfred gasped at the gentle contact and both felt him buck his hips lightly. They broke the kiss and looked into each other's eyes.
"Arthur, what was that?" Alfred is panting again and Arthur lets his eyes travel up to see his forefinger pinning the hair down.
He shifts his grip to now hold the hair between his thumb and forefinger once again, "It seems to happen whenever I touch this." He gives it a light pull causing Alfred to gasp again and become more flushed than before.
"Arthur, stop. It feels funny."
Hearing the request Arthur begins to let go of the hair, but the look on Alfred's face has him grabbing it again, causing Alfred to moan.
"Arthur?"
Arthur ignores the panted plea and leans forward to kiss the sunny blonde once again, with a tug on the hair he is met with no resistance. He pushes his tongue into the other's mouth and pushes him back onto the bed so he can crawl over him. Still twisting and tugging on the hair he moves from the younger man's mouth to his jaw and down along his neck. There he bites down gently leading to a mewl from the man beneath him and a buck of the other's hips.
"Arthur, what...?"
"Hush love, you like this don't you?"
Arthur runs his free hand along Alfred's side lightly, still teasing the hair with his other hand.
"I, Arthur it feels strange."
That response cause Arthur to pull back and look the younger man in his face.
"Alfred, haven't you ever even touched yourself before?"
The glazed look in Alfred's eyes does not fade as he shakes his head. "What do you mean? Arthur?"
Arthur looks down at the one beneath in utter confusion. Surely he knew about sex and all that goes with it, but maybe. He didn't know how it could be possible but somehow it seemed Alfred was far more innocent than Arthur had even imagined. 'I can't do this. I have no right to do this to him.' But the ache now in his own groin wouldn't let him stop his ministrations on the younger.
"Just relax Alfred. It will feel good very soon." He leans forward and kisses Alfred as he brings his free hand between them and palms Alfred through his boxers. Arthur is a bit surprised at how hard the one beneath him is, and how large he feels, but dismisses it as he presses further against him. He deepens the kiss and slips his free hand under the waist band of Alfred's boxers, removing the obstacle and sliding it off his partner's hips. Breaking the kiss he takes his hand from Alfred's lock of sensitive hair and, panting, removes his t-shirt leaving him nude beneath him. Arthur drinks in the site like a man stranded in the desert finding an oasis. He quickly divests himself of his own clothing before pressing back against the warm body beneath him. He begins to kiss, lick and suck across the tanned skin of the man pinned below him. Light touches with his fingertips has the other moaning and mewling, aching for more.
"Arthur."
Alfred through all of this just laid there absorbing the touches and caresses. Yes he was confused but Arthur wasn't wrong when he said it would feel good. He feels a pleasant heat pooling in his abdomen, tightening like a spring preparing to be sprung. With one more touch from the man above him Alfred feels that spring snap and release all the built up tension and he releases between them, crying out.
"Arthur!"
Arthur pauses again at the cry from Alfred before he feels the sticky warmth between them. He looks down into the face of the younger blonde, brushing a few strands of hair from his face. Alfred is panting heavily and his lids are only half open. Arthur takes in the prone features of his partner before he feels a twitch from his own nether regions and pushes into another kiss. He reaches out a hand for his bedside table. Opening the drawer he gropes around in it before pulling his hand back and closing the drawer. In his hand now is a small bottle of lubrication. He pulls back from the kiss and pours a small amount of the lube onto his fingers before spreading it over them and lowering his hand to Alfred's puckered entrance. He rubs his fingers around before pressing one slowly into the ring of tight muscle. Alfred jerks and tenses beneath him, half lidded eyes opening slightly.
"Arthur, what are you doing?"
"Shh, hush love. It will feel good soon." He pumps his finger in and out slowly then adds a second finger, watching Alfred's face for any signs of discomfort. Alfred winces slightly at the addition, whimpering slightly. "It's alright love, just relax." WIth his free hand he reaches up and strokes the stray hair sticking up from Alfred's head and instantly feels him relax around his fingers. He begins to pump and twist his fingers, scissoring them to stretch the other and prepare him. Before long he adds a third finger.
By this time Alfred is moaning and mewling beneath him once more and Arthur takes his hand from the hair to his stiff member, pinching it to prevent him from coming again. He pulls his fingers from the other's entrance and takes more lube and coats his own member in the slick liquid. Then just before he is about to move to press into the other a thought occurs to him. Leaning over tot he bedside table once again he pulls out a ring. Alfred watches him in a haze of lust and confusion.
"Arthur, what's that?"
Arthur takes the ring and begins to fit it over Alfred's cock. "It's to help you learn a bit of control." The ring in place around Alfred's cock Arthur moves himself to his tight hole. Pressing his tip against the ring of muscle he pushes forward. Slowly he moves, watching as Alfred's face tightens in pain at the intrusion. He leans down and kisses his tears away, whispering kind words and encouragements. Finally Arthur has pushed himself all the way in and holds himself steady as Alfred adjusts to him.
"Nngh, Arthur."
"Shh, I know love."
A small buck of the other's hips is all it takes for Arthur to begin pulling out before pushing back in. The slow push pull continues for a few minutes until Arthur feels his cock brush against a small bundle of nerves that has Alfred's eyes and mouth widening in a silent scream of pleasure. He strikes the same spot once again, speeding his thrusts. Soon he is pounding into Alfred's prostate and he can feel himself getting close A few more strokes and he reaches around and rips away the ring from Alfred's cock. The sudden removal of the cock ring causes Alfred to tumble over the edge, spilling his essence between them. The tensing of his ass from the sudden release is all it takes to push Arthur over the edge as well and he spills over into Alfred's dark hole. He manages to keep himself from collapsing onto the one beneath him and gently pulls out before rolling to lay beside the taller blonde.
Arthur wraps his arms around Alfred and pulls him close, he can already hear Alfred's soft snores. Suddenly Arthur realizes what he just did and tenses up in shame. He glances up at Alfred's sleeping face. 'Does he even know what we just did?' He shakes his head and moves to get off the bed. 'No not what we did, what I did.' He stops with his legs off the edge of the bed and holds his face in his hands. He prays that somehow Alfred won't remember this happening, but knows that its just wishful thinking. Standing he gets up and heads to the washroom. Coming back with a warm damp clothe and begins to clean Alfred of the mess before glancing at the clock. It was already 6 in the morning. Not seeing any point in trying to go back to sleep he goes back to the washroom and takes a quick shower.
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After he had gotten dressed Arthur had pulled the covers up over his lover and headed down to the kitchen. He had thought he would make breakfast for Alfred and hope it would him to apologize for what he had done. Then he had remembered that Alfred was always complaining about how terrible his food was. So that was out. Perhaps he should call Francis and ask for advice or help. Help seemed like a good option, especially if Alfred woke up and did remember and was angry with the Brit for taking advantage of him. His hand froze over the handset for the phone. Francis wasn't really the best person to call for this. Then Arthur remembered another blonde. One that looked very similar to Alfred. Blinking he wondered why it was suddenly so easy to remember his lover's brother now. Pushing that thought aside for now he picks up the phone and dials the Canadian.
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Argh! Shot me now! This was supposed to just be PWP for Arthur's birthday but now suddenly it has plot and I think it will be at least a second chapter. And that's only because my god look how long this one chapter is... I suck at plotless smut don't I. Please review.