The Way Things Are (UKUS)

New Year

I stirred in my sheets, my bare legs curled up for warmth, as the morning light filtered through the curtains. Vaguely, I could hear the hustle and bustle of the streets of New York outside my apartment window. My home, my heart.....my capital.

After the haze of sleep cleared from my mind, my keen eyes caught sight of the digital clock resting on the bedside table. Half past seven on the first of January, 2017. I rustled in the sheets again and thought about getting up but when the mattress creaked, it wasn't because I moved. I heard a groggy voice groan next to me and I lay very still, pretending to still be asleep.

"Mmm....Alfred?" I suppose my ploy hadn't worked since the voice next to me moved closer, "....you're awake now, yes?" I felt the warmth of another body move over me, hands rubbing my shoulders and making their way into my flaxen coloured hair as a hot chest pressed against my unclothed back.

"I'm...awake now Arthur," my own voice sounded cracked and husky in my ears from sleep. I glanced over my shoulder, my tired cerulean blue eyes met with shining, half-lidded forest green ones.

Arthur Kirkland, a man I knew well, leaned down to press tender kisses along my neck. I squirmed a bit under him before laying still again, eyes unfocused as my mind wandered and thoughts about the upcoming year played out in my head.

Centuries of our history to this day kept my mind occupied for a few moments as Arthur afflicted his affections against my skin until I felt a low chuckle rumble through his chest and he spoke softly in my ear, "Now, now~ What are you thinking about that has you so quiet and dreamy, hm?~"

I've always been a brave man, some would even say foolishly so, but I still found myself unable to muster the courage to say what was truly on my mind. How would he react if he knew I was thinking this way again? But he urged me with more kisses and whispers, his hands cascading down my shoulders and over my form....surely he knew that I was old enough. That I would be just fine if I were to have.....

"I was just thinking...." I began, steeling my voice to sound more confident than I actually was, "It's been over two hundred years now, Arthur. Can't I....be given my independence now? I think I can-"

"Alfred, stop." His voice wasn't charming or honeyed now. It was firm and commanding, as a parent to a child. "You know that's out of the question."

"But you gave my brother his freedom years ago! Why am I still put under your rule? Why won't you give me the chance to show you I-"

"Matthew never went against me like you did. He's always been loyal, Canada fought by my side when you tried to shove me out of your life!" Even after all these years, I could still hear a hint of anguish in his tone. I felt a small pang of guilt for bringing up a painful memory....for both of us. But still, I tried to make my case.

"But things are different now, I could make for a stronger Ally if-" I felt his hands grip my sides, rolling me onto my back to face him. His green eyes flashed with anger and frustration and I felt my confidence shriveling beneath him. My eyes were wide and fearful as I awaited whatever he planned on saying or doing to silence me.....but after a moment, his eyes softened and his thick brows unfurrowed. He ran his hands down my sides and along my thighs, edging them further apart.

Arthur's voice returned to its usual softness, his silky tone making me shiver, "Enough. There's no need for us to have this discussion." He leant down to press his lips against mine, moving them down my chin and along my neck. I gasped softly when his hips shifted ever so slightly and he eased his half hard erection inside me.

"Nngh...A-Arthur.....b-but....but-" My voice caught in my throat, sounding breathless and even whiney as I squeezed my eyes shut and clutched at the pillows beneath my head.

"Shhh....shh Alfie~ No more of- mmm~ -of that" Arthur purred into my ear as he began to slowly rock back and forth. My mind became fuzzy and unclear as his hands delicately massaged my hips and he moved freely inside me, still loose with his semen from last night. His teeth snagged the shell of my ear as I took to holding onto his shoulders and moaning desperately. His breath tickled my skin as he whispered, "My sweet colony~ My dearest subject~ I love you, you are mine forever....."