"Bloody wanker!" I've knocked on his door three times now. He told me to come over and to be quick about it, but he isn't even ready himself!
Alfred hurried to the door and opened it, smirking at the Englishman before letting him inside and closing the door behind him. "I didn't think you'd remember the way here." He said with a huge smile, walking towards the kitchen where he had been cooking.
"I'm not the idiot here" Arthur mumbled, knowing Alfred couldn't hear him. Arthur went to the living room and sat down, it didn't look as messy as usual. Did Alfred clean it for him? Pfft, no way...
Alfred resumed cooking and looked at the recipe before him, which was labeled 'English tea'. He smiled impishly, preparing the tea and finishing off the meal. He plated up the fish and chips and poured some tea, adding a small tablet to one cup with a sly grin. He walked into the living room and placed the meal down, making sure to keep the drugged cup nearest to Arthur without arousing suspicion.
"Wow" was all Arthur could say. Alfred had prepared his favourite meal, and a nice looking cup of tea. He picked up the tea and took a sip, it tasted a bit odd, but he just assumed it was because it was made by someone else. "Thanks Alfred, this was really thoughtful of you."
Alfred smiled and started eating, trying to act inconspicuous. He started talking about random things, something about Russia, just trying to act normal.
Finishing the meal between the two of them didn't take long, and the tea was downed rather quickly. Arthur started to feel warm, and sweat glistened his forehead, "Alfred, is it warm in here, or is it just me?" Arthur asked, he felt just fine before.
Alfred looked at him curiously. "No, why?" He resisted smirking, gazing at the Englishman with curiosity to see what would happen next. He got up and took the plates away, smirking as soon as his back was turned. He went to the kitchen and washed up, glancing into the living room occasionally.
As soon as Alfred left the room, Arthur looked down at his lap. He had a growing erection, and he didn't even know why! *he must've spiked my tea, he ate everything else himself. I thought it tasted odd* Arthur thought to himself. He started to wonder what was going to happen next, and he would have paled if not for the increasing redness of his face.
Alfred lazily walked back into the living room, standing at the back of the couch. "So, Iggy. I actually asked you here to talk to you about something." He noticed Arthur wasn't looking at him and had his legs crossed. He smirked. "I wanted to talk to you alone." He lowered himself a little, so that his mouth was near England's neck. "About certain things."
Arthur didn't even look at Alfred, even when he used his most hated nickname. But when he was so close to his neck, breathing on him and ticking him slightly, he had to cough slightly to hide a small groan that had escaped. "And what exactly did you want to talk about, you bloody wanker?" He tried to stay mad, but his anger was slowly dissipating due to the drug in his system.
Alfred chuckled and got even closer, almost touching Arthur's neck. "Why don't you turn around so we can talk face to face?" He asked, purposely aiming for his neck.
Arthur swallowed dryly. He slowly turned around to face the American, not really sure whether he should or not. He looked into his gorgeous blue eyes. They were so close, mere centimetres apart.
Alfred waited impatiently, trying to make him make the first move. He didn't want to push it too much. He smiled invitingly and moved a tiny bit closer. "I just wanted to see you, really." He whispered. "I needed an excuse." He stared into Arthur's deep emerald eyes.
Of course he was waiting for him. And how dare he use those smooth ass lines! "You fucking wanker." Was all Arthur said before forcefully pressing his lips against Alfred's. He wrapped his arms around his neck to bring him closer, and prevent him from breaking the kiss.
