USUK: Hetalia Fanfic

Your Knight

Sorry this took so long guys!

Arthur awoke, pain throbbing in his skull. It took him a moment to remember where he was; he was curled up in his bed with the curtains drawn and the bedroom door shut. He shifted, only to feel dull pain in his hips and waist. It was then that he remembered the events of the night before, the only thing he couldn't recall is getting to bed. Arthur pushed himself up, groaning at the ache in his muscles, and rested his elbows on his knees to hold his head up and rub his temple. He noticed a sheet of paper underneath a pair of glasses on the nightstand. Arthur hesitated, then carefully lifted the glasses and set them beside the paper. He took the sheet and read the scribbled words.
Hey, Arthur,
When you read this, it means you're awake, obviously haha. So you're safe in your bed, I'm sorry about last night. You should come see me when you're dressed and I'll make you some breakfast, k? Hey, things are getting kinda blurry.. did I leave something at your place? xoxo
Love,
Alfred F. Jones

P.S. I have aspirin.

Arthur couldn't help but roll his eyes, and he found himself smiling at the paper. He forced the smile away and glared at the glasses. Alfred, you idiot.. Arthur thought and he crumbled the note up, tossing it in the waste bin. Arthur walked to his closet, frowning at his tee shirt and boxers. Then it hit him. Alfred took his clothes off for him..

"That perverted little-!" Arthur growled and snatched a pair of blue sweat pants from the closet, not bothering to change his shirt. He pulled on the pants and grabbed the glasses. Arthur stormed out of his room and turned left, jogging up the staircase. When he reached the door with gold numbers reading 1776, Arthur slammed his fists against it.

After a moment of consistent pounding, Alfred opened the door, a cocky grin lingering on his lips. He was dressed in red, white, and blue boxers and a white tee; his hair was a mess and he lacked a pair of glasses. He looked irresistibly handsome in Arthur's eyes.

"Hiya, Artie," Alfred chirped.

"It's Arthur, not Artie," the Brit corrected, his cheeks warming, and he pushed the glasses in front of him. "These are yours.."

Alfred's grin widened lazily, but his blue eyes showed no sign of surprise.

"My glasses, I didn't realize I left them at your place," the American took the glasses and put them where the belonged. He blinked a couple times and smiled at Arthur.

"I can see much better now, thanks dude!"

"Oh stop with the act," Arthur snarled, and Alfred's eyes glinted with surprise.

"You left them on purpose. You wanted me to come up here. You-" Arthur hesitated, his cheeks flaring, "You undressed me last night! You pervert!"

Alfred just smiled, not big and cocky like usual, but this smile was warm and his eyes were amused.

The American took the Brit by surprise, taking his wrist and pulling Arthur in the room. The door slammed shut before Arthur could cry out, and Alfred pushed him against the wall, pinning his arms over his head with one hand.

"You call me a pervert, but all I did was carry home a beaten tight-ass Brit who was drunk on too much brandy. I undressed you so you wouldn't have to sleep in clothes soaked in rain, vomit and blood. Other than that, I did nothing further than write the note and leave." Alfred looked into Arthur's emeralds with his own sapphires, piercing him with a look of frustration and desire.

"You've accused me of something awful, Artie, and you're gonna hafta' pay for it now."

Alfred leaned close to Arthur, who was as red as a beet, so that their lips nearly touched. He moved his lips, hovering over Arthur's skin so the hair on his neck stood on end, across his cheek to Arthur's ear. His teeth nipped at the earlobe and Alfred whispered, "How should I punish you?"

Arthur was in shock, and he struggled to move his arms, but the American's strong grip kept them against the wall.

"L-let me go, Alfred," Arthur breathed, hardly able to hear himself over his pounding heartbeat. This only made Alfred grin, not his usual way but in a way that almost frightened Arthur, it made his crystal blue eyes darken. Alfred stroked Arthur's jawline, then ripped his tee shirt up and pushed the flat of his hand to Arthur's nipple, digging his fingernails into his chest.

"Aa-alfred..!"

Alfred smirked.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you, princess?"

Arthur was getting irritated with this whole charade, so he twisted his red hot face into a scowl and snarled, "Get away from me, you bloody bastard!"

Alfred dipped his head to Arthur's neck and latched his teeth to his skin, making the Brit gasp. Alfred showed no mercy as Arthur squirmed under his grip, and his teeth deepened.

"Ahh! S-stop that!" Arthur protested.

Alfred released his bite and lifted his head to Arthur's.

"A-alfred.. I've never seen you act this way.. what's gotten into you?" Arthur asked.

"You.. I just want you, Artie.. I want all of you all to myself." Alfred reluctantly leaned closer to the smaller man's lips.

When Alfred pulled away, his hand releasing the arms on the wall, he took a step back, only to be pulled back into a kiss by Arthur.

Alfred tilted his head, wrapping his arms around Arthur, to deepen the kiss. Soon their tongues were dancing together. Alfred tugged desperately at the hem of Arthur's tee, which came off along with Alfred's.

The two with their mouths melding together inseparably stepped awkwardly to the bedroom, where the American overpowered the Brit and pushed him to the bed and crawled over him. Alfred had Arthur's pants off quick, which made Arthur tense again. The American's hand went to the hard lump behind Arthur's boxers, and Arthur panicked, pushing Alfred back and sitting up.

"W-wait..!"

Alfred pulled away and looked at Arthur curiously.

"What is it?"

"I.. I've never done.. this before.."

Alfred smiled at him, lowering his head to hide his blushing cheeks.

"Neither have I, Artie."

Arthur's face lit with surprise.

"Really? But I always assumed-"

"I've been waiting. I wanted one specific person to have my v-card," Alfred admitted. Arthur rolled his eyes at the American slang, but soon realized what Alfred was implying.

"You.. you waited for..." Arthur's soft voice trailed off, and he had to cover his face with his hands to hide the tears forming in his eyes.

"For you, Artie," Alfred finished with a tone hardly recognizable in the hero's voice. Arthur sniffled, and strong hands took his petite ones. The Brit looked up to Alfred; their eyes locked in a gaze of warmth and desire. Not the hot passionate desire that fueled the colorful blazes when their mouth were melded, their hearts were pounding, and their hands were roaming, but it was soft loving desire for the other to be theirs.

"Arthur Kirkland, I, Alfred F. Jones, am in love with you, for now and always. And no matter how much you push me away I will always love you. One day, I hope I can call you mine. Until then, I will treat you like a queen and stay by your side. I will be your knight, your hero."