USUK/UKUS One Shots

The Crimson Queen (Pirate! England Lemon UkUs)

Warnings: Language, smut, sexual assault (not from Arthur and not graphic)

Summary: After accidentally traveling through time, Alfred finds himself in the Pirate Age, face-to-face with Captain Arthur Kirkland, and the captain is not pleased.

Word count: 5,651

Estimated read time: 30 mins. What time is it? If it's past 1 AM, go to sleep. The smut will still be waiting for you in the morning.

Alfred tossed his McDonald's wrappers into the trashcan when he entered Arthur's house. It smelled like tea, mint, and Arthur, making him smile.

"Arthur?" Alfred called, looking around. His boyfriend was nowhere to be found, so he shrugged and collapsed onto the couch.

He sighed, exhausted, and shut his eyes. The world meeting that morning had been long and boring. Then, he had things to take care of for his own country. Normally, Arthur would do the things he needed to do for the UK at the same time so that he could make sure Alfred focused and keep him company, but today he had to go help Ludwig with something, so Alfred had to do it all by himself. That wasn't good considering how quickly Alfred could get lonely.

"Bloody hell..." said a muffled voice from the basement.

Alfred opened his eyes. Arthur!

He sprang up and opened the door to the basement, hurrying down the steps. Arthur was messing with his magic (which Alfred said wasn't real) with his back to the staircase.

"Iggy!" Alfred cheered, going over to hug his boyfriend gleefully.

Arthur set a bottle he was holding down on the table and turned to accept the other's embrace. "Hey, Alfred."

"I missed you," Alfred said into Arthur's shoulder, inhaling his scent.

"You saw me three hours ago."

"I know, but I just love you so much."

A smile tugged at Arthur's lips. "I love you, too."

Alfred kissed him passionately, arms sliding from Arthur's shoulders to his waist. Arthur returned the kiss, surprised, but perfectly happy to oblige. They were moving quickly and soon Alfred was lifting Arthur onto the table and undoing the buttons on his shirt while kissing down his neck.

Arthur tugged at Alfred's number fifty jacket, urging him to take it off. He did, tossing it to the floor, but his elbow knocked one of the glass bottles on the table to the floor. It shattered right beside Alfred's shoe and a golden mist floated up, enveloping him.

Then Alfred felt a tug in his stomach and suddenly he was falling through the air and crashing through the unstable wooden roof of a house.

He groaned in pain, blinking dust out of his eyes. A woman and two children were huddled in the corner while a man grabbed a broken plank of wood and charged. Alfred yelped, scrambling up from the pile of debris and running out the open door into the streets.

The roads were cobblestone and people were all over, dressed strangely. Alfred didn't think much of it, though. His feet flew as he raced down the streets, dodging between people, crates, and the occasional chicken.

Spotting bunches of crates beside a dock, Alfred ran over and dove behind them. The man that had been pursuing him ran past, not noticing that he ducked into hiding.

Seagulls cried overhead and the air was smelled salty from the sea spray that crashed against the docks.

Alfred relaxed against the crates, thankful that he got away. He didn't know what he was doing here at all. He gulped, looking around. The buildings seemed very 1500s. The people were dressed like it was the 16th century, too. In his modern clothes, Alfred stuck out like a sore thumb.