Hetalia One-Shots

UsUk : Gardening

  It was a hot summer day and Alfred was dying under a parasol trying to cool himself off with one of Arthur's magazines. He slumped back in his chair and sighed loudly.

"Oh stop complaining already!" Arthur said, putting his hands on his hips and standing behind the American.

Alfred cranked his neck backwards to look at his boyfriend upside down. "But it's really hot at your place England!" he whined.

He looked closely at Arthur, noticing his cheeks were red from the heat and small beads of sweat running down his face. Alfred was still wondering how he could even move and do gardening in a heat like this.

"I still have to plant a couple flowers and water them and then we can both get a nice cool shower, how does that sound?" the British man proposed.

America's eyes lit up instantly. "Oh hell yeah!" He watched as Arthur pulled on the edge of his gardening gloves before going back to work. He turned around and walked near a couple of potted plants. He bent down taking hold of the rim of a pot. His shorts lifted up due to the movement, revealing more pale skin of his bottom.

Alfred lifted his head and turned around resting his chin on the back of the chair his mouth slightly agape. He watched the curves of Arthur's body as he struggled to lift the ceramic container. He followed every movement of the small man's ass as he walked.

He lifted his eyes to look at his face once more. His red cheeks brought out the color of his green eyes more and his wet skin shone in the sunlight. He looked godly.

"Damn it Arthur, how can you be so hot?" Alfred mumbled to himself. "No wonder your country is burning..."

"You know, if you helped me I would be finished sooner," England stated, not having heard what the American had said. He crouched down and grabbed  his shovel starting to make small holes for his plants.

"Whaaaat? You do realize that if I go in the sun I will literally die, right? How can you even be moving and putting physical effort in what you're doing? What are you? An alien? A cold blooded freak?"

Arthur laughed. "You git, I'm not an alien or a cold blooded freak, stop talking nonsense. I'm a bloody country just like you so it shouldn't be that hard for you to stand a little summer heat. Come on, go get the hose and water these plants," he finished, pointing to a patch of flowers and herbs.

Alfred let out yet another sigh and got up heading towards the hose. As he got hold of the tube and turned on the water he had an idea. He smirked evilly and crept up behind England.

"Hey Artie~," he chanted mischievously. The small blond turned around.

"What- no! No! Don't you dare!" he warned, scrambling on the ground. America pulled the trigger and water gushed out, landing on Arthur.

"You cheeky sod!" England exclaimed, getting up and jumping on the taller country. He tried to reach out to the hose but Alfred held it high, laughing.

Arthur was clutching Alfred's collar and frowned, looking at the blue-eyed nation straight in the eyes. He then relaxed his expression and slowly pulled Alfred closer, bringing their lips together.

The American kissed back lowering his arms and wrapping them around Arthur's waist. England snaked his hands down, grabbed the hose and pulled the trigger, splashing America and himself.

Alfred launched back in surprise and looked at Arthur completely taken aback. He then smiled and said, "Well played, well played." The Brit simply shrugged with a sly grin.

The tall nation unwinded the hose and set it aside, grabbing Arthur by the waist again and pulling him close.

"We're done here, now let's go shower," he stated, lifting England in the air and setting him on a shoulder, making him face behind him.

"Wha-what? No we are not! And put me down! I still have to plant my orchids!" Arthur protested hitting Alfred on the back lightly.

"Nope, I've had enough here and I want to take a cool shower with you now," responded America.

"What? With you? I never said we would shower together, you wanker!" the older country stammered, his face becoming even redder, but this time in consequence of embarrassment.

"Well, we will," Alfred declared, already halfway through the backyard.

"Oh, piss off!" Arthur hissed aggressively but then sighed in defeat. "Fine, but you'll have to make it up to me..." he murmured.

"Yeah yeah, whatever! But now, fun time," America answered licking his smirking lips.

"Oh dear..."