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Belong
By : Gothatheart
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Title: Belong

Fandom: Hetalia

Author: Madz

Rating/Warning: NC17 for graphic (really graphic) smut.

Pairing: US/UK

Disclaimer: I do not own or make money off Hetalia.

Summary: Those words might as well have been “I love you.”

A/n: Edit: Made more edits and changes because I'm a perfectionist. ^^;;
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    He wants to say that Alfred is his. Or rather, since he knows that he can’t just blurt such obnoxious words out loud — he is a gentleman, after all — he believes that Alfred is always his. Yet, every time he is with Alfred, whether they’re on a date, making out or having sex and he suggests uniting their two countries together, well, the results aren’t always…
    This time, they’re on a date. They’re in McDonald’s because it was Alfred’s turn to choose the restaurant. He just wishes that Alfred had chosen another place, like, In-n-Out or something, instead of his favorite fast-food place again.
    Unlike all the other times when Arthur simply says what he wants from Alfred, he tries to reason with him. After all, he’s not prone to making the same mistakes, at least that’s what he likes to think. “We’re already together as a couple. Why not be together as one country?”
    Alfred is giving him that look again. Arthur wants to think that it’s just the light playing tricks on him, but there is a certain flash of Alfred’s glasses and in that moment, he cannot see those lovely blue eyes; he cannot read his emotions.
    “What the hell is wrong with you?!” Alfred exclaims, slamming a fist on the table. There is fire in those eyes now, blazing, threatening to engulf all of Arthur. The entire place is silent. People are staring, wondering. Children are looking up at Alfred, the human representation of their country.
    He has never seen Alfred this angry in a long, long time, not since the—



    “You used to be so—”
    Arthur groans and buries his face in his hands in embarrassment. Here he is, always criticizing Alfred for being tactless and now…
    He stands up, but he doesn’t say anything because this isn’t Alfred’s problem. It is his. He looks at Alfred, hopes Alfred gets the message that they should talk outside, instead of here, with all those eyes judging, and leaves the McDonald’s.
    He crosses his arms together as if hugging himself, really, and takes one step and then another into the parking lot, gazing at the blue skies. There is a breeze and he finds himself closing his eyes, his mind somewhere else, remembering the rain, the blood and that final confrontation that had set them apart forever.
    “England?”
    A strong, firm hand rests on his shoulder and snaps him out of his musings.
    “Are you okay?” Alfred asks quietly. Arthur doesn’t want to turn around and face him because he fears that if he does, he’ll be forced into looking into those eyes again, so full of concern, like in the past when he had thought that he had failed in making Alfred his little brother.
    “Forget what I said,” Arthur mutters, shaking his head. “I wasn’t thinking.”
    He wonders if he should try to explain himself again. Chances are, he’ll fail, but then he figures, he has nothing to lose because in the end, with Alfred alone, he never had kept anything he had originally gained.
    “I just, I just wanted us to be together,” Arthur says with a sigh, shaking his head again. “In every sense of the word, I suppose.”
    “Oh,” Alfred mumbles. “Now that you put it that way, well, even then, I can’t.”
    “I know,” Arthur says and finally, he swallows his pride and turns around to face his past, opening his eyes. “Otherwise, there would be no point in you fighting for your independence.”
    “Yeah,” Alfred says with a nod, stuffing his hands in his pockets, walking over to Arthur. Now, they stand side-by-side, gazing at the sky together. “But you know, at least as people we’re already close, right?"
    Arthur snorts. “Like Germany and Italy?”
    “Yeah,” Alfred says and then he brings Arthur closer to him, wrapping an arm around Arthur’s waist. “’Sides, if I live with you, you’d probably treat me like your kid brother again.”
    Another snort. “No, I would not!”
    Alfred pulls himself back and laughs. “Uh huh, you would! See, one of the reasons I fought for my independence is…”
    “Is?” Arthur inquires, hands on his hips now, watching Alfred take another step back from him.
    “I just wanted to be your equal,” Alfred says with a soft, sweet smile that really strikes a chord within Arthur and leaves him breathless. Alfred turns around and starts walking away from him. He’s probably heading to his red SUV.
   Those words, Arthur thinks, they might as well have been “I love you.”
    Stunned, Arthur calls him back, holding up his arm, reaching out for him. “Wait, America!”
    Alfred looks back and simply smirks at him. “Come on, England. Let’s go. Keep up with me, old man.”
    “What?! What is that supposed to mean?” Arthur exclaims. He starts running after Alfred and soon enough, he finds himself sprinting. Alfred laughs at him and then it clicks; Alfred is trying to distract him. “You won’t get away with those words, America. Come back here!”
    When he’s near enough, he pounces on Alfred. They fall to the ground together with a thud and Arthur is on top of Alfred. He tries to catch his breath and despite himself, gets aroused at seeing Alfred so flushed underneath him, even if that’s probably from him running away from Arthur.
    Since he’s not really good with words, maybe this is his way of saying thanks. He leans down and kisses Alfred thoroughly, licking on those lips, demanding entrance and when Alfred yields, Arthur tastes him with his tongue, explores every bit of Alfred's mouth.
    Alfred groans softly and arches up, breaking the kiss as Arthur hisses at the delicious contact of their groins rubbing against each other. “Not here.”
    “Then where?” Arthur asks. He rolls away from Alfred reluctantly. Alfred points to his SUV. Arthur smirks inwardly. That poor, poor car. He pulls Alfred up and this time, he keeps Alfred close, one hand on Alfred’s backside as they head to the car.
    Once they get inside, with Alfred on the driver’s seat and Arthur on the passenger’s seat, Alfred backs the car up and drives off the parking lot, going into the road. Arthur watches him, thinking about all the things they will do.
    Since Alfred's favorite fast-food place is everywhere in his country, McDonald’s is not that far from Alfred’s house; they’re there in five minutes. Arthur can’t wait anymore.
    By the time Alfred parks in the back of his house and turns off his car, Arthur kisses him again. Alfred tries to resist him, breaking the lock of lips. “Wait, wait, let me push this back.”
    He growls in impatience, but keeps himself under control as Alfred unlocks his seatbelt, pushes his chair back and crawls into the spacious back of the car. He pushes the chairs back on this side as well and from one of the compartments, he pulls out a bottle of lube with a smirk.
    Arthur raises a brow this time, if only to minimize how stunned he feels at the moment. “I am not going to ask how or what—”
    “We were running out,” Alfred explains sheepishly. “So I bought some and yeah, I forgot to bring it back to the—”
    Arthur makes his way over the back and starts taking off his clothes. In all of those dates, they both never dress for the occasion, simply using whatever they always wear in the meetings. So he starts with the suit, then the shirt underneath and finally his pants. When he’s only adorned in his underwear, he looks up and sees Alfred still fully clothed, staring at Arthur with a hungry, all-consuming gaze.
    “Strip,” Arthur says, pointing at him, trying to distract Alfred.
    Alfred smiles at him, puts the lube aside for now and complies. Arthur watches Alfred take off that mysterious jacket with the number of 50 on the back, then his white t-shirt, but he doesn’t bother fully taking off his pants; he simply unzips it and pulls Arthur into a sudden, sizzling kiss.
    He pushes Arthur against the space below the back windshield of the car, slips his hand under the underwear and cups Arthur’s cock, stroking it. Arthur groans softly, briefly breaking the kiss, and explores the rest of Alfred’s body with his hands, running them over the skin of Alfred’s back, shoulders and his chest.
    Alfred distracts him again, pulling his underwear off and then continues stroking Arthur‘s hard length, circling the tip with his thumb. Precome leaks out from the tip. Alfred suddenly bends down and licks it off. Arthur shudders. He wants more of that mouth. He looks at Alfred. Alfred seems to read Arthur’s mind and covers just the tip with his lips. Arthur’s breath hitch in his throat.
    Alfred brings his lips all the way down, swallowing the rest of him, and then goes back up and does it again. Arthur groans at the pleasure of those lips all around him, of that wicked tongue licking at the slit and at those fingers massaging his balls. His hands grip tightly on Alfred’s blond hair, trying to resist the temptation and once again controls himself from thrusting into the heat of that mouth.
    “Let go!” he says and Alfred pulls back and then he comes— all over Alfred’s youthful face. Despite how uncomfortable it is, he sags below the back windshield again, feels all the bumps of the car and tries to catch his breath, gazing at Alfred. Come is dripping down his chin. He’s still hard. “Take it all off,” Arthur says, glancing at the pants and his boxers.
    “Alright,“ Alfred says with a knowing laugh and complies again.
    Arthur ignores the little verbal jab for now. He takes Alfred’s length into his hand and brings him closer. He rubs their cocks together, finds himself becoming hard again, especially at the sight of Alfred closing his eyes halfway, cheeks so red and lips so swollen from giving him a blow job.
    He grabs the lube with his other hand and stops teasing Alfred to remove the top, then he focuses on just Alfred and brings him off, pumping him faster and faster until Alfred comes all over his hand.
    “God, England,” Alfred says, panting, “you’re never really into foreplay, are you?”
    “Heh,” Arthur chuckles with a smirk. He pours some of the lube into Alfred’s length and his fingers.
    “So I’m topping today?” Alfred inquires with a smirk of his own. “Like yesterday and—”



    “Shut up,” Arthur mutters. “Do I have to prepare myself?”
    Alfred chuckles. He doesn’t say anything else and pushes one finger inside of Arthur. It doesn’t hurt. He nods at Alfred and then he pushes the second finger, moving the two fingers around. Arthur bites his lip from the uncomfortable feeling of being stretched. Alfred seems to have noticed this and pulls him into a deep, tender kiss. The pain lessens, pleasure taking over, even as Alfred adds the third finger.
    When Arthur feels the three fingers being replaced by something much bigger, he places his hands on Alfred’s chest and pushes him down so that he’s on top of Alfred. He groans again, at the feeling of taking all of Alfred inside of him, of being so filled. Though he doesn’t mind being top every now and then, he never gets tired of this. He never gets tired of looking at Alfred’s face, at how utterly lost Alfred is in the oblivion of pleasure.
    He can say something about that, but chooses not to and pulls himself up and down again, starting a slow, but steady rhythm. Alfred arches up, meeting him with every thrust. Arthur remembers what Alfred has said earlier and gradually speeds up, wondering if Alfred can keep up with him. Each thrust brings him with mind-numbing pleasure as Alfred comes closer and closer to hitting that spot.
    So when Alfred does, the pleasure is tripled, racing along Arthur’s nerves, and then he rolls away from Alfred again and reaches his release for the second time, making a big, sticky mess of the already dirtied car.
    Alfred climaxes after him and turns to the side, panting for his breath. He looks at Arthur with half-lidded sleepy eyes. “That…was awesome.”
    “Thank you,” Arthur whispers the words at last. Alfred will probably misinterpret those words and think he's referring to the sex itself, but it doesn't matter.
    For Alfred to grow up, to stand on his own, for his people's sake, his own and also to go through great heights to make Arthur see him more than what he used to be, perhaps, this is something that Arthur can be proud of and fully accept. If things have been different, Alfred will not be the person he knows today.
    It makes this all the more worthwhile. He truly wants to enjoy this moment, let it last for a bit longer and so he does, closing his eyes. He dreams, but not of the past. The new memories he has of Alfred pushes it all off, back to the dark shadows of his mind, where they truly belong.



    Fin.
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A/n: Well, that was the first time I’ve written an actual, full blown smut fic for Alfred and Arthur. Good lord, the power play was kind of fun. With the sex added in, this is probably one of my longer one-shots.
So yes, I never thought it’d be this pairing that’d force me out of my hiding in terms of writing smut. I mean, I’ve written smut before, with Gerita, but even then… it’s so rare of me to do this.
So yeah, reviews are totally appreciated.
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Belong	By : Gothatheart Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1760 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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