USUK: Hetalia Fanfic

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Hai, loves! This is a USUK fanfic (duh) and it's my first fan fiction so please be kind to me. Let me know how you like it!
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Arthur woke up to white light searing through a crack in the shades, the light landed right on his closed eyelids. He stirred and attempted to swat half-heartedly at the light. Upon defeat, the light still taunting his eyes, Arthur rolled over and flopped his arm across the mattress. The Brit paused, noticing the mattress beneath his arm did not feel like it usually did. He stirred again and groggily lifted an eyelid, and to his surprise, a blurred figure rested beside him. His eyes shot open, and he jolted upright, startling the figure.

"Ah! Dude, chill!"

The figure came into view as a blond man dressed in an American flag tee shirt and dark jeans, gawking at Arthur behind glasses with wide blue eyes.

"Alfred!" Arthur exclaimed. "What on earth are you doing in my bed?!"

"Calm down, Artie, I didn't do anything wrong. I was just waiting for you to wake up."

"How long have you been in here?"

"Since six a.m."

Arthur spun his head to glance at the clock, which read 10:54 a.m.

"You've been watching me for five hours?!" Arthur yelled.

"Oh, don't get your panties in a bunch, I think you look cute when you sleep," Alfred winked suggestively at Arthur, who turned a bright pink. The blushing Brit jumped from the bed and shot a finger at the bedroom door.

"Out! Now!"

Alfred blinked at Arthur, his cheeks turning pink, and fought back a smile. Arthur was about to ask why he was smiling, when he noticed a breeze hit his legs. He was only in boxers and a white tee. Arthur could feel his face glowing red, and he shouted at the American, "I said get out, you git!"

Arthur snatched Alfred by the wrist and tugged him off the mattress, shoving him towards the door, but the stubborn American retaliated by taking both of Arthur's hands and pinning him to the wall.

"What the blimey do you think you-Mm!" The Brit's protests were silenced by Alfred leaning his lips softly into Arthur's. His body tensed, and his face boiled scarlet, as well as his ears and the back of his neck. Arthur was too stunned to fight back. Alfred broke the kiss and gazed into Arthur's grass green eyes. Alfred's cheeks were the shade of Arthur's entire face, and hot desire glimmered in the ocean blue of his eyes.

"A-Alfred.. what-" Arthur was cut off yet again by Alfred's mouth on his, this time one if his hands released a wrist to cup Arthur's face. Arthur let his free arm dangle by his side, unsure of what to do.

"I've wanted you for so long.." Alfred whispered through the kiss.

That seemed to do it for Arthur, and he wrapped both arms around Alfred's neck, leaning into him. Alfred invited his tongue to invade Arthur's mouth, which the Brit didn't seem to mind. With Alfred's strong arms closing in around Arthur's thin waist, they both stumbled back and collapsed on the mattress. Arthur held himself up, his knees at Alfred's hips, still locked to the American's mouth. Alfred helped Arthur pull his shirt off, as he did with his own, and he grabbed Arthur by the waist. Arthur leaned closer, the feel of their bare skin against each other making him tremble. Arthur's head was spinning and he felt like this was a dream. Alfred had been the idiotic, yet uncannily charming, American hero who shouldn't have paid a second glance at Arthur. But he had. Arthur got more attention from Alfred than anyone else did. He tried to ignore it, tried to ignore how attracted he was to the stupid American. He should've seen this coming.