USUK/UKUS One Shots

Treaty (Lemon Turned Fluff- UkUs)

Warnings: Language, smut, rough sex

Summary: America decides to be stubborn over signing a trade agreement/treaty. England changes his mind. 

Word count: 3,700

Estimated read time: 25 minutes. Look at the clock. Is it 2 am? Don't read this. Just go to sleep, you need your rest. 

Arthur handed the informational papers to Ivan, who took one and passed the rest down to Matthew, who passed them to Francis, and so on. 

The nations were gathered to discuss a trade agreement that Arthur had thought up, so they were all sitting at the conference table, aside from Arthur (who stood at the front by the board). 

The papers circled their way around to each person. When Arthur saw that everyone had one, he continued. 

"This is going to make trading by sea much easier and the ports less chaotic. I know that's especially been an issue for you, Japan." 

Kiku nodded. "Yes. The dockworkers are severely overloaded." 

"Exactly. This will take off a fourth of the work." 

Peter nodded excitedly. "This looks so cool! Can I join?" 

Romano glared at him. "You're not even a country." 

"Am too!" 

"Guys, stop bickering!" Arthur told them. "So, what do you all think?" 

Ludwing nodded seriously. "This is a good plan. I'm willing to sign." 

"Me too!" Feliciano chimed, following in Germany's footsteps. 

Across the table, Alfred pushed the paper away. "I don't like it." 

"What?" Arthur asked, "What do you mean you don't like it? It's going to fix so much!" 

Alfred shook his head. "It's stupid." 

Arthur sighed in frustration. Sometimes his boyfriend got like this- all huffy and defiant. It was just the way Alfred was. He always wanted to be making his own decisions and didn't want to follow the crowd, reason and logic be damned. 

"America, it's a really good deal. You're going to get benefit from it, too," Yao told him. "You should sign it." 

"I don't wanna," Alfred stated, crossing his arms. "It's not even going to do that much." 

Here we go again. Another meeting with Alfred being stubborn. 

Arthur didn't express his exasperation, though, instead trying to coax him into listening. "Babe, come on. You and I both know that this is a good treaty. Why don't you like it?" 

"I don't want to cut back on imports." 

"By 2%? You do realize that's barely anything, right, love? And yet, it'll save you millions in debt." 

Yao scowled and muttered under his breath, "Debt you're never going to pay back." 

Alfred shook his head. "I'm not signing it." 

"America, cut it out," Ludwig groaned. "I wanted to talk about tariffs after this. You know it's been on the agenda for a week and your fits keep pushing it back." 

"It's not a fit! I just don't want to sign it, and you can't make me!" 

Arthur rolled his eyes. So much for coaxing. "Will you please stop being a child for two seconds and sign the treaty?" 

"No. I'm not signing it." Alfred stood up, pushing the rolling chair back with his foot sarcastically and leaning with his hands against the table.