Loved by the Island, Smitten by the Boot

Ch 9

The previous night's events were on a constant loop, forever playing behind the seemingly normal British gentleman's eyes. When he awoke and gently, but firmly, woke his partner up and peppered his face with butterfly kisses, the dirty thoughts and dirty actions seeped straight into his mind. While the two got dressed and had a quick breakfast the scandalous touches returned and sent invisible shivers up Arthur's spine. Even during a very heated and quick make out session while waiting for the car to come over did their early night intimacy come creeping back. Nothing was inherently wrong with these memories popping back into Arthur's skull now but he had about thirty minutes before he was out in public again and nearly an hour until he would be surrounded by idiots so he had to get it all out of his system.

"Feli—" Arthur mumbled in between desperate little kisses being placed all over his face. "We need t'get ready for the meeting..." The Italian whined and wrapped his arms tighter around Arthur's neck. Feli looked at him with eyes so beautifully brown they could melt the heart of any person, and pouted. "Don't look at me like that. The car will be here any minute and we have a responsibility to—"

"Ve. About the car..." Suddenly Feliciano looked guilty. Just a bit. He smiled slightly and slinked into himself a bit, not letting go of his British lover. "I may have sort of called and cancelled it. Hehe."

"You what?! You git! Now how're we supposed to get to the meeting—!" The Italian winced at the screaming, just slightly, and his arms began sliding off of Arthur's body. Of course the Brit recognized this immediately and squeezed the other a bit to keep him in place. Instead of shouting some more he sighed and pressed his forehead against the other man's, speaking in a much quieter, but still angry and disappointed voice. "Why on earth did you cancel the car? In fact when did you do that? I've been with you all morning."

"Well, ok, you see, it's the last day! And you're leaving on Sunday...that leaves us with, counting today...uhm two days. No three. You're leaving Sunday night. Right? That's what I remember Alfredo saying. Two and a half! And-and I really really want to spend as much time as possible with you before you go and leave me forever... So last night when you were asleep I called the car company and left them a message to cancel the car..." the words spilled out the Italians mouth and his tone grew increasingly exasperated. His lips pouted and tears welled up in his eyes. Arthur listened and didn't dare let go of Feliciano. In fact his hold on the fellow tightened once more as he pulled him closer in. God. The poor bloke had a point. Who knows when they'd see one another again. Sure Arthur could take a trip whenever he wanted, that wasn't the problem. The problem was the amount of work he was getting. Especially with everything going on in his home country. Not only that, Feliciano probably had as much work as he did! No country is ever really safe from intense amounts of paperwork at a moments notice.

Arthur's green eyes close as he rests his chin on the Feliciano's shoulder. He sighed quietly and thinks for a moment but Feli speaks again.

"Are you mad at me?" Arthur's heart ached. He ripped himself away from the Italian nation to look at him with soft eyes.

"Oh, darling, I could never be mad at you for doing something so stupidly sweet. It's not your fault you don't understand the severity of the situation."

"Ve, what situation? Really what would happen if we miss the last day! It's the last day! You missed a whole darn meeting because I said I was thinking about you!"

"Well if you were to miss it, as the host it would definitely be—"

"Lovino is there and he's just as much Italy as I am. So Italia is still hosting. I don't need to be there and neither do you." Feli looked smug, satisfied with himself and his awesome answer for everything. This response pulled yet another sigh from Arthur. He really couldn't say anything. His boss had explicitly told him to only bother him with important things and these meetings were nothing important. Just another way for every country's boss to exploit their very existence into furthering their career by hoping to get their unfortunate and forced employee to rub elbows with other personified countries and gain some kind of accidental top secret information. But really the only one dumb enough to reveal info so secret is Alfred but even he does it strategically, not accidentally.