"Hey there Arthur, what's new dude?" American said to a disgruntled Britian as he burst through the door to his office.
"I am not a dude, you rude American!" England all but yelled at him. He was being distracted from hsi work that his boss had assigned him and now he would be farther behind in work.
"But dude, I'm bored! Talk to me!" the American whined.
England glared at him. "I'm busy, America..."
"With what? Can I help you? Can I do stuff?" America said, jumping from his laid back position in the armchair and sat on edge.
England sighed. "I suppose..."
"Cool what are you doing? What can I do?" Alfred said, standing up and walking over to the elder. His tie had become undone and hanging down when he lent down over the bench. England looked up and a smile started forming on his face. "What, is my hair off?" England just shook his head and motioned for America to come closer. As he lent forward, the British gentleman grabbed his tie and pulled him forward to kiss him smack on the lips.
America smiled into the kiss and kissed him back as England stood up and pushed him against the desk. "You know that I love you right?" England muttered against his neck, kissing him down his neck and sucking his sweet spot.
America moaned and whispered sexily, "I love you so much Arthur..." Arthur smiled and began to unbotton his American lover's shirt. America pulled off his shirt and sat up on the desk. England smiled and pulled of his shirt and jumper, Alfred running his hands down his chest and abs.
"Jeez, you are ripped..." he said softly. Arthur smiled and grabbed America and layed him down on the desk, shoving off the folders and pens that littered the desk. America smirked and began grinding his hips into his lovers hips. He smirked wider when a bulge began to form in Englands pants.
England noticed a similar bulge in America's pants and pulled away, much to America's dismay, and unzipped his pants and teased the growing erection.
America moaned and pulled the hand away, England staring at America through confused eyes. America cupped England's face and kissed him deeply, England wrapping his arms around his neck and tilting the American's head back. He smiled and began to kiss him back, when his phone went off. England groaned and reached to his phone, America pulling up his pants. England looked at the caller ID and gasped. "America, its the Holy Roman Empire. How did he get a phone?"
hey guys. so welcome to kinda smut usuk. As I was lost on how to write a ship that I don't like, I got some of my friends to help me write. thanks to CeraCero, Monatheyaoifreak. CeraCero editted and Monatheyaoifreak decided to write some of the ehem more... descriptive parts. Yay!
