UsUk Let Me Make It Up

It was about four in the afternoon by the time England was halfway finished with paperwork. All his lights were off, the curtains pulled shut, and the only light came from a small black candle sitting at his desk. Today was the last day he had to work before the break for summer. Also, it was the day after Alfred had forced his independence from him. Letting out a soft yawn, followed by a sigh, he leaned his head down on his elbows and twiddled his pen between his fingertips. He couldn't focus. He couldn't think. He could barely breathe under his depression Alfred had caused. Slowly, he heard the door creak open, and the lights shone a white glare in his eyes. "Hey dude!" America said in his bubbly usual voice as he skipped over to Iggy's desk, "Why're you sitt'n in the dark? Gothic 'r somethin'?" Arthur stood to face his younger brother, who was surprisingly taller than him. "Practically," he replied in a depressed manner, "Anyways, why are you here, and bollocks that light is bright..." he put a hand over his eyes to block the glare. "I just came to tell you... That..." Al's voice suddenly got very serious, "I just wanted to tell you, I'm sorry if I hurt you the other day, then you having to go t' work the very next day kinda sucks..." "Well, shouldn't you be working as'well? And yes, you hurt me, wanker..." he leaned down to lift his trousers and expose a twisted ankle cast, but Al thought of a new way to say sorry... He quickly grabbed England's hips and pushed him face first over his desk. "A-America! What are you doing?" he squirmed under Alfred's tight grasp and beat his fists on the table in rage. "I don't think you truly accept my apology, so I'll just have to express it a bit differently. I don't know, maybe by 'doing it' instead of saying it..." by now, he was already pulling at his belt buckle and pushing his jeans down to his ankles, then tugged at Arthur's trousers. "A-Alfred F. Jones, stop this-this stripshow at once!" "C'mon, Artie! You never let me 'do this even when we were living t'gether! Let me make it up..." "B-But still..." Artie couldn't help but feel his outer garment slide down his legs and CLANG! against the floor. "We're still at my office, and you forgot to shut the door..." he motioned towards it, and Alfred released his grip as he stumbled over to lock the door. At the same time, Arthur took his opportunity to sneak away from the desk and out the window because he worked on the first floor. Unfortunately, his trousers tripped him as he was tip-toeing, and he hit the hardwood floor and was knocked unconscious. Before he fell into darkness, he heard Al run back over and jumped atop him. "You're a bad boy," he laughed seductively as he leaned down into Artie's ear and whispered, "I can change that..." England finally passed out, and when he awoke, he wasn't surprised he and Al were still lying there, but completely naked and ready to start. "Oh, good morning, Artie!" he said in a seductive voice, "That wasn't a long nap, but you woke just in time..." He ran his hands up and put one on his hip, then one on his shoulder. Al laughed lowly as Arthur winced highly. There was a reason why he quit letting Al do him. It hurt more than nest of hornets on his....

Luckily, England spotted his trousers, which were thrown on the tile floor like it was rubbish, piled up in a bunch with his phone hanging out of the back pocket. The small electronic lit up and buzzed, "God save our gracious queen, long live our noble queen. Send her victorious, happy and glorious. Long to rein over us, god save the queen." He smiled over at his phone and thought, "This is my chance to get out of here! Now if only I could reach my-" his thought was interrupted by a pain then sensational feeling in his rear. "A-Al," he stuttered and blushed deeply back at his partner. "My phone is ringing, let me get it!" The bigger male paused for a second, then flipped his hair and laid his glasses down on the bundle of clothes next to him. He released his grip on Arthur, inside and out, then the Brit crawled over to get his phone then was pulled back to where he was then back face down onto the floor. Thinking for a second, he looked at his screen and sighed. France, the one person he didn't want to talk to. "Hm, ya gonna answer it?" America teased and looked at his phone. "Hell no. He is the last person I'd want to spark up a chat with if I was, oh lets say, having sex!" "Well I'm sorry I like the way you squeal..." Arthur laid there and listened to hear the message, while Alfred did what he does best while in that situation. "Hello, Angeleterre," France left the message, "I just wanted to tell jou zhat jou left your jacket at zhe meeting earlier. I'm bringing it to your office now. I love you, bye..." he make a kiss notice with his lips and hung up. "Oh, oh dear," Arthur stuttered and checked the time on his phone, "If he walks in, I'll die of embarrassment." "Dude, he's not gonna walk in. I locked the door." "No you didn't, you just closed it..." "I did? Damn..." He looked up at the larger male on him, and the seme down at the male he was on. Or in. Lol. His phone went off again, and he answered this time. "Hello?" "Oh, Angeleterre, you answered." France again. "Francis, whatever you do, do-" "I just wanted to call and say zhat I'm in your hallway. Make yourself decent..." "That's what I'm saying. Don't come in, Al and I-" "Oh, and everyone else came with me because we're all going to lunch afterwards. Here we are, I am opening zhe door right..." "F-Francis, don't-" "Now..." he pushed the door open and stepped in slightly. Of course, there was screaming, crying, cursing, kissing, blushing, and of course, fucking. After all the craziness, they all met up at a coffee shop in England's hometown, London. Sitting around various tables, they all chatted about what happened. Except England. He sat at a booth all alone, muttering curses to himself as he sipped his Earl Grey. "Alfred. Artelluss crellasdro, fromastar cronass. Darmastro Aspecti martain.

Arastray, sardreyardor, malagastro-" he felt a tap on his shoulder then looked over to feel Al push their lips together and sit on his lap. "A-America, what are you doing?" he asked and nearly spilled his tea. Of course, Arthur can never seem to keep quiet, so it drew some attention from the others when he screamed. They cocked their heads aside to watch, and thought, "Here we go again..." "I truly am sorry for earlier in your office," he replied in a bubbly voice, "And you always sound like you never accept my apology." "W-Well, because you're never truly sorry." "Come on, I really am this time. Let me make it up..."