Summer Love (Hetalia USUK)

Alfred

I let him go and wondered how to end the summer.

"Artie! Let's do something to end the summer!"

"Well what? and don't call me that."

"I don't know... I said that to get you coming up with ideas as well.", I said blankly. I suddenly jumped up, which surprised the Brit, as he was sitting on my lap. "We could do an end of summer party!"

"No."

"But parties are fun! Got something against them?"

"Yes, I have many things against parties."

His dad joined in the conversation, "Parties aren't that bad, Arthur, just a little loud is all."

"A little loud? Music is blaring loud enough to make you deaf, stupid teenagers are doing stupid things they'll regret, usually there's alcohol whether the people hosting the party want there to be or not, and alcohol does not sit with me well.", Arthur said, his face deepening in color at the end. Just to be annoying and to embarrass him, I asked, "How does alcohol not sit with you well?" I smirked, knowing his dad already knew.

"Yes,", his dad observed, "I don't believe you've ever had alcohol, Arthur."

"No, I did once. And Alfred, you know that alcohol doesn't affect me in a positive way."

I smirked again, "I thought that was a positive way! Meanie."

His face went red and he simply said, "No parties."

I ughed and sighed. "Fine,", I thought aloud, "What about a trip to a water park?"

"That sounds better..."

Arthur's dad got up and got ready for the night shift he was starting at work. "See you two tomorrow morning."

We both nodded and I wrapped my arms around Arthur, resting my chin on top of his head. He crossed his arms and pouted.

"What?"

"I've... I've never been to a water park."

"Never? Not even swimming?"

He faltered, then said, "I can't uhm..."

"Can't what?"

"Alfred, I can't swim."

"I'll teach you."

He looked thoughtful for a moment and then hesitantly agreed. It was getting late, so I got up carefully and carried my boyfriend upstairs. We got into his room and I changed in front of him into just shorts. When I took my shirt off, I could feel his eyes raking across my body. I smirked and went a little slower. He was staring at me, practically drooling.

"Like what you see?", I smugly asked.

He blushed as red as a tomato and asked, "What? S-See what? What was I-I looking at?" He turned around and I shook my head, then resumed changing. As I 'wasn't' looking at him, I could see him turn his head around, still interested. I got into bed next to him, and then he got up and started to change.

I kinda knew then why he was looking at me. I glanced at his body, but couldn't look away. He was muscular, but not too much. He had a subtle six pack with small V-Lines, and I suddenly wanted him. The scars on his torso ruined it a bit, but hot damn! He was gorgeous. His blonde hair moved a bit as he changed into just shorts as well, and his emerald eyes were... just wow. Those were what I liked best about him, his eyes. I must have been noticeably staring, because he turned around and started to walk towards me with this cocky look on his face.

"Like what you see?", he smirked.

I chuckled and blushed lightly. Then I pulled him closer to me, kissing him tenderly. He kissed back with a passion, which surprised me. I deepened the kiss by tilting my head and practically sticking my tongue down his throat. He enjoyed this, and I could tell by the boner he was getting. I moved my hips slightly, and he moaned a bit. He wanted more, but I couldn't give him that, as we were both probably still a little sore.

He licked my lips for entrance, and I allowed him in. He explored my mouth, and even though it sounds weird, it kinda felt good. He copied what I did, putting his tongue near the back of my throat. He put his fingers in my hair and twirled my cowlick with them.

I instantly felt sharp movement in my pants, and I blushed a deep red. He kept kissing me passionately and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I blushed again, not knowing why I was all the sudden.

Much to my disappointment, he pulled away for air.

"We can't again... That would be... Weird.", I told him.

"Alfred Jones, afraid of something weird?", he asked playfully, trying to hide the disappointment in his tone.

I shrugged and pulled him closer to me as a response.