Still Here

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. Because if I did yaoi would be everywhere!

XD :3 o/./o

Summary: Basically a fluffy smut about England crying while listening to Taylor Swift. When America comes in and finds him and tries to comfort him.

Arthur Kirkland the personification of England thought he would always be alone. Even when he was a young nation he was alone. His brothers didn't want anything to do with him, and the other nations thought he was crazy. The one time he thought maybe it would be different was when he found Alfred. The young America looked up to England with such admiration. He wanted nothing more than to make Arthur proud.

The as Alfred got older he wanted freedom from England. So, he fought for his freedom and won, leaving England alone again. After a while Alfred came back around to visit Arthur and Alfred was still his crazy care free self, acting like nothing happened.

So this is where we find old Arthur getting out of the shower on a rainy British day. He wasn't expecting company so he just put on his British flag boxers and a baggy white T-shirt. He went into his kitchen to make some tea. Once that's done he goes to his sitting room and turns on some music. After a little bit he puts his tea down and gets to dance to the music. Since no one was there he sings a long too.

So he starts:

Say you're sorry that face of an angel comes out just when you need it to As I pace back and forth all this time cause I honestly believed in you Holding on the days drag on stupid girl I should've known, I should've known That I'm not your princess This ain't a fairy-tale I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet lead her up the stair well this ain't Hollywood This is a small town I was a dreamer before you went and let me down Now it's to late for you and your white horse to come around

Maybe I was naïve got lost in your eyes never really had a chance My mistake I didn't know to be in love you had to fight to have the upper hand I had so many dreams about you and me Happy endings now I know that I'm not a princess This ain't a fairy-tale I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet lead her up the stairwell This ain't Hollywood this is a small town I was a dreamer before you went and let me down Now it's to late for you and your white horse to come around

And there you are on your knees Begging for forgiveness Begging for me yeah Just like I always wanted but I'm so sorry Cause I'm not your princess This ain't a fairy-tale I'm gonna find someone some day who might actually treat me well This is a big world that was a small town There in my rear-view mirror disappearing now And its to lat for you and your white horse to catch me now Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh try and catch me now Its to late To catch me now

He was crying by the time it ended because it reminded him of when Alfred left and then came back wanting to be friends. Of course he accepted, but it was never the same for him. He kept more distance from Alfred so he didn't get attached to him only to get hurt again. Then, he felt a pair of strong arms around his waist and a head on his shoulder.

"Why are ya cryin Iggy?" A worried America asked

"I'm not crying you wanker!" England exclaimed, "And don't cal me Iggy. It's England or Arthur."

"If you're not cryin then why wont you let me see your face." He replied ignoring the last half.

"Maybe I don't want to. Maybe I want to stay turned around." England said.

"Come Artie let me see your face." America whined trying to turn England around. He finally did only to have England put his head down. He sighed and cupped Arthur's jaw and tilted his face toward himself. He looked at England's face and gave a small smile.

"Don't give me that look you American bastard. I'm allowed to cry on my own time." England told him.

"I know, but why are you crying Iggy?" America asked again.

"None of your business, that's what!" England snapped.

"Okay you don't have to tell me, but can you tell me why you're not wearing any pants?" America asked humor laced in his voice.

At this Arthur turned red in the face and squealed, "Why would you say that you bloody wanker? I wasn't expecting any company!"

"Hehe it's alright Iggy I don't mind. I think you look pretty damn good. Got a nice firm ass." at this America grabbed England's ass and squeezed, "and nice legs too."

Arthur turned even redder and hid his face in Alfred's chest. Alfred smirked and picked Arthur up bridal style, causing England to squeal and turn, if possible, redder. America carried him upstairs to England's room. He laid England down and crawled over top of him.

"Get off you idiot. I want to get up and put on some proper clothes." England demanded.

"No I don't think I will." America replied. Then he kissed England right on the mouth.

At first England tried to fight and push America away. Then he slowly started to melt in to the kiss and he opened his mouth just a little. America took the invitation and let his tongue explore Arthur's wet cavern, finding every nook and cranny claiming it as his. After a few minutes they pulled away for air, but a thin line of saliva connected them. England put one of his hands on the back of America's head and pushed him back down for another kiss. Their tongues met for a battle of dominance which Alfred soon won. Arthur wrapped his legs around Alfred's waist and dug his fingers in Alfred's sandy blonde hair.

Soon America moved to England's neck licking and nipping until he found a sensitive spot to suck on, that made Arthur cry out in pleasure. Alfred sucked on that one spot until he left a nice dark purple mark. Alfred removed his bomber jacket and shirt, while Arthur removed his own shirt. Then America pinched one of Arthurs rosy buds and attached his mouth to the other. Soon he switched and gave the other the same treatment. He moved down Arthur's body kissing and nipping as he went. He got to Arthur's belly button and dipped his tongue inside to hear Arthur moan. Alfred started to play with the hem of Arthur's boxers, and at a teasingly slow pace he pulled them off. He kissed around Arthur's weeping member.

"Damn you Alfred." England growled before flipping their positions, "it's my turn now." He then kissed America very fiercely. While doing so he was unbuttoning Alfred's jeans and pulling them off. He kissed down America's neck leaving a nice mark of his own there. He traveled down Alfred's chest until he got to hem of his boxers. He took them off noticing how turned on Alfred was. He smirked before skipping over America's member and kissing milky thighs and coming back only to lick around the swollen organ.

"Arthur please don't tease me" America begged.

Hearing Alfred use his whole name made him cease his torture, and lick the tip. Encouraged by Alfred's breathy 'Fuck' he continued and took the head into his mouth. He sucked hard and then took all of Alfred in his mouth. Alfred's eyes went wide, he wasn't small in the least, so he looked down only to meet Arthur's eyes as he started to bob his head. Alfred groaned and leaned back closing his eyes in pure pleasure. He was soon close to completion and he tugged on Arthur's hair to get him to move away, but to his surprise England gave a really hard suck that sent him over the edge. He trusted his hips up so hard his tip hit the back of Arthur's throat, and came… HARD. He looked down thinking he'll see England spitting out the white substance only to see him swallow and lick Alfred's member clean.

America found this very hot and he pulled Arthur up for a passionate kiss. He flipped them back over and made his way down England to repay the favor. He cautiously licked the tip tasting Britain's salty juices. H found he liked the tastes and was sucking on Arthur for all he was worth. He put three fingers against Arthur's pale lips and pushed them in. Arthur enthusiastically coated the digits in his saliva, making sure he got them nice and wet. Once Alfred thought they were wet enough he brought one to Arthur's tight hole. He circled the pink pucker and pushed into that tight ring of muscle. He started to slowly thrust the first finger until all signs of discomfort were gone from Arthur's face. He the wiggled in a second finger and started to scissor his fingers prepping for something much larger. He knew he had found Arthur's 'sweet spot' when he screamed Alfred's name. He smirked and trusted all tree fingers into the one spot until Arthur was a quivering mess beneath him. He started to pump Arthur's member in time with his trust. He didn't think it was possible for him to harder but seeing Arthur's face when he came was enough to do it. After Arthur comes down from his high he removes both his hands causing Arthur to whine at the loss. He smiled and bent down to gently kiss Arthur.

"Are you ready Artie?" America asked sweetly, wrapping Arthur's legs around his waist. He put his tip at Arthur's entrance and slowly pushed in. He stopped when he saw tears in Arthur's eyes. He bent down and kissed them away while pushing all the way in. It took a lot to not start pounding England into the mattress, but he held back until his lover was okay. He started to slowly move when Arthur nodded trying to find that one spot. He knew he found it when Arthur gasped and sot up clutching Alfred's shoulders. He started to move faster making sure to hit that one spot every time. He could feel Arthur's nails digging into his shoulders sure to draw blood and leave marks.

He lifted Arthur up into his lap and started thrusting into the smaller man's body. He felt England push him down so he was on his back and Arthur was riding him. Alfred clutched Arthur's hips helping him move when he got tired. He loved every little moan that England would let slip, but didn't like how he would try t keep them in. So, he flipped their positions and pulled out until only his tip remained in and then slammed into Arthur hard. He was rewarded with a very loud pleasure filled scream from the Brit. Alfred kept slamming into Arthur until he felt him tighten around him. Then, cum shot out of England's member and onto his chest. Alfred went to pull out, but was stopped by England tightening his legs around Alfred's waist.

"No stay in. I want to feel you in side of me." Arthur moaned out.

From sheer sexiness of hearing those words exploded inside Arthur. He pulled out and watched as his semen drizzled out of England's puckered hole. He watched as Arthur took one of his hands and caught some of the cum dripping out of him on one of his fingers and put it in his mouth. Alfred laid down next to Arthur and brought the other man's back against his chest. H nuzzled the back of Arthur's neck and place a small kiss there.

"I think I figured out why you were cryin Iggy." America stated.

"Oh and why's that?" England asked contentedly.

"I think you were cryin because you missed me and you remembered when I left, but you know what Iggy? I'm not gonna leave again because I love you more than anything in the world."

"Well I guess I love you too you bloody fool."

Alfred wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist and they soon drifted off to sleep in each other's arms knowing they were loved.

The End!

:3 Just a random idea that came into my head! Oh Well. Please review. I love reviews they make me wriggle.