DISCLAIMER: Axis Powers Hetalia and it's characters do not belong to me.

Authors Note: Ha ha, this is honestly the first real piece of fanfiction I have probably ever written. An' definitely the first piece of shonen-ai fanfiction I've ever written. Hetalia is just so full of adorable couplings I can't help myself. So I am likely gonna be writing a lot for this series orz;;;

This particular fic did a complete 360 from what I planned to write. It took on a life of it's own as I was writing really and probably for the better. This just means I'll have to write it another time XD;; This takes place when the Axis an' Allies are stuck on the same island (more akin to what happened in the Anime rather than the Manga)

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Story: Stuck on Pleasure Island

Setting: An island

Coupling: America x England

Rating: T (for suggestive scenes and some use of strong language)

Word Count: 2,083 +/-

Summary: Arthur is stuck on surveillance duty when a rather playful Alfred comes along to distract him from his duties.

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Beaded sweat poured down the face of a particular less than enthusiastic Brit. He absently dabbed his damp forehead with a chaste-white napkin groaning loudly. He had been watching the others –Germany, Italy and Japan- for going on to two hours now. It was his turn on stake out duty and aside from wandering the shoreline and their general ass-fuckery, there was absolutely nothing interesting going on with the Axis Powers. For some reason unbeknownst to him, both the allies and the axis had managed to get shipwrecked on the same deserted island in the middle of God-knows-where. The absurdity of the whole situation made him fervently wish that he were back at his house nestled in his armchair enjoying his afternoon tea.

It is not that he disliked being on a tropical island; it was just being stuck on an island to spy on the Axis (clearly because of his astounding covert expertise) was not quite what he had in mind for a tropical vacation. Watching the three prance about carelessly was starting to drive Arthur up the wall. They weren't yet aware of the Allies presence on the island so a sneak attack was still possible. As his general irritation had yet to plateau, a sneak attack was the only thing he looked forward to being stuck on this damned island.

He peered reluctantly through his binoculars from his make-shift lookout just as the group of bumbling idiots disappeared behind a huge congregation of palm trees and vegetation cutting off his view. Normally he would be expected to follow but it was way too hot. "Bloody gits can't stay put! I'm not moving from this spot," Arthur muttered to himself. Besides, the likeliness the group of misshapen men would happen upon on their camp was slim to none. Setting aside his binoculars he leaned back against the tree whose shade he had concealed himself in sighing. He fanned himself with the collar of his shirt. Even though he was in the shade, Arthur was not at all used to this kind of sweltering heat. Trying to find some relief he unbuttoned the first few notches from his shirt.

His fingers stopped short when he heard an appreciative whistling sound from the bushes. "Hey, don't stop on my account!" a chuckle came from the came from the same direction. Arthur's blood boiled, he knew exactly whose voice that belonged to. He stormed towards the general direction of the sound pushing back the shrubbery to find a grinning America starring up at him, "Hello Iggy!".

"How long have you been there?!" the other nation demanded ignoring the greeting.

"A while, I thought it would be fun to see how long I could hide out here before you noticed me".

The pompous face smiling up at Arthur filled him with the unexplainable urge to sucker punch the younger and knock out a few of those pearly whites. He just barely suppressed the urge by turning away and clenching his teeth muttering something about smashing in Alfred's face if it hadn't been so hot. "Ahh~ now my body is all sore from hiding out like that," Alfred groaned. Arthur could hear rustling behind him as the other pushed himself off the ground. "It's your own fault, playing international spy at your age isn't cute Ameri—" Arthur began turning himself to face the other. His words stopped short and his train of thought dissolved at the sight before him. Alfred had pulled himself out of his hiding spot stretching out his body. Only as he did this did Arthur realize the younger was only wearing his bomber jacket over his very bare sweat-glistened chest.

The Brit's mouth hung open in as he quickly sputtered, "A-A-A-Alfred! Where's your shirt?!".

"Hmm?" the other raised a brow, his right hand on his shoulder as he stretched his left arm back, "I took it off and left it at the camp".

Arthur noted that Alfred's abs flexed as he did so. He hadn't realized how built the younger was. The thoughts swirling in his head were beginning making it hard for him to tear his eyes away much less stop the blush rising to his cheeks. He settled on staring at the ground as he continued to reprimand his former colony. "N-No! I mean why aren't you wearing a shirt!".

Alfred frowned scratching the back of his head, "Isn't it kind of obvious? It's way too hot out here with one on. I should be asking why you aren't shirtless".

"Because it's immodest" the flustered blond quickly retorted tearing his eyes from the ground to stare him down (trying with much difficulty not to allow his eyes to move further than the other's neck).

Alfred couldn't help but laugh heartily at his comrade's over-blown reaction. "Oh come on, you're over-reacting we are both guys. Here, let me help you out of that". He leaned over fastening his hands on the remaining buttons of the flustered nation's shirt. Arthur found himself more than flustered at how easily and expertly the buttons were undid by the usually fumbling idiot.

"L-let go you bloody pervert!" Arthur shouted in protest holding fast to his remaining buttons clamping his shirt shut.

"Stop being unreasonable and take it off!" Alfred persisted, his trademark stubbornness kicking in as he tried to force his fingers past the other's obstructing hands.

"No chance in hell" Arthur growled permitting no access. After all, he could be just as stubborn as Alfred when he wanted to.

The Brit tried twisting his body a little to wriggle out of Alfred's grip, but America did not relent as he held on tightly still trying to force the fabric apart. At this point Alfred was leaning so close that the flustered Brit could feel his warm breath fan over him. Arthur didn't know how much more of this he could take, the other was getting too close. It was getting too hot.

"Alfred!"

"Arthur!"

"Bloody he—let go!"

"No!"

"You're pulling too hard!"

"Then you let go!"

"NO!"

Placing both hands on Alfred's chest Arthur forcibly shove him away. The force of the push was strong enough to cause the to stumble and lose his balance. His hand shot out to instinctively grab onto whatever was nearby to steady himself which just so happened the fabric of a fleeing –or at least he was trying to- Arthur's shirt. The two fell over with a loud KER-THUMP followed by a tearing noise.

Arthur's mind was flooded with so many things at once as he tried to process the situation he had just literally stumbled into. The first thought was anger; for the tearing sound meant the insufferable American had ruined his only shirt. Next was embarrassment from having been so, so… manhandled. But the most distracting thing of all must've been the burning contact of the younger's bare chest against his own and the warm pressure pressed against his lips.

Shell-shocked blue met startled green when the blonds had at last realized the compromising position they were both in. Lips still momentarily locked, the two could feel the urgent thumping of the others heartbeat against their own. The full force of the heat emanating from Alfred's chest and the too-close-for-comfort contact was starting to make the Brit light headed, his flushed red face didn't help much either.

Arthur was the first to move, hastily breaking the accidental kiss. Pushing himself up with his forearms he opened his mouth to stutter an apology; or at least he tried to when a hand shot out weaving itself through his dark blond hair pulling him back in. Alfred's lips descended on him in the next instant kissing Arthur hungrily. Though caught off guard, Arthur soon found himself reciprocating the action as his eyes half-lidded, moaning while gradually kissing the other with more urgency. The American's tongue poked and probed at the others lips before the Brit permitted him access. They explored each others mouths both trying to elicit small pleasure sounds from one another. Arthur couldn't help but notice that Alfred's mouth tasted of one of his beloved Big Macs (that was Alfred for you, stuck on a desert island and still able to fill his fast food fix).

Alfred shifted beneath him and in the next moment had somehow placed himself on top of a very flustered Arthur pinning his arms above his head with one hand. Arthur shivered tentatively as he felt the other hand smooth over his chest teasing him with butterfly touches before he felt them move lower.

"Al don't, not outside…" Arthur murmured against his partner's lips tensing under his touch.

"I can't help myself, you're so adorable Arthur," Alfred whispered his mouth reluctantly releasing the blushing man's lips. He kissed softly down to the Brit's slender neck before biting down on the soft white flesh there. Arthur cried out clutching fistfuls of the other's downy golden blond locks. Alfred moved to whisper something in his ear when the two flinched in surprise at rustling sounds.

"Ve~ I heard something weird over here Germany!" a voice called out sounding not too far away.

The two froze, Arthur's hands still knit in the younger's now messy hair who had his hand clasped around the elder's waistband. Arthur's face contorted in panic, he couldn't be found like THIS, half-dressed in such a position-- especially not by the enemy.

The clumsy footsteps only got louder and louder as they approached the direction of the frantic blonds. He could already make out the voices of Ludwig and Kiku mumbling to one another. If they did not move NOW they would be found out. Before Arthur could react, Alfred grabbed him into a bear hug before swiftly rolling both of them into the bushes.

Just then the Axis Powers descended upon the make-shift lookout with Veneziano leading the way. "I could have sworn I heard people here.." he mused in dismay scanning the immediate area stepping over a (occupied) bush. A disgruntled German folded his arms over his chest as steel-blue eyes peered from beneath the brim of his hat scrutinizing ground . "It seems like someone was here not to long ago," he noted in a deep voice (Arthur's heart nearly stopped at this point, they would surely find them). The pale Asian man behind him nodded in agreement, "maybe we should keep searching, there is no point staying here". The group efficiently moved out at Ludwig's command in search of island inhabitants.

Arthur didn't dare move—or rather he couldn't with the American man's large body pinning him painfully against a rock [A/N: talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place *winkwink*]. "Are they gone?" he whispered dryly. He felt the other shrug and say "Don't move, I'll check". Alfred poked his head out warily listening and watching for the enemies. "They are gone, all clear". At that Arthur nearly exploded out of the bushes sending Alfred tumbling painfully onto the ground. "Owww what was that for Arthur?" Alfred demanded rubbing his now bruised chin. Alfred regretted the question as soon as it left his mouth for Arthur was giving him the deadliest look he had ever seen.

"What was it for you ask…?" he repeated in an eerie measured tone his pitch wavering. "First you spy on me, next you try to strip me down, you rip my only shirt, nearly molest me, alert the enemy to my general location, shove me into a bush, and practically squish me to death and you still have the audacity to ask me what that was FOR?!". Alfred backed away slowly, it was a long time since he saw the elder this infuriated, "W-w-woah Arthur hold on! I didn't mean any harm. Besides some of that was your fault". Arthur chuckled hollowly his brows knitting together casting a shadow over his face, "My fault he says..?" and continued walking slowly closer and closer to the other. Alfred gulped feeling fear prickle up his spine, "No! Er, no hah-- it was all my fault really you're right. But I was just kidding," he laughed still backing away. He felt his back press against a tree and he braced himself against it. There was nowhere to run, no escape as the Brit quickly closed in. Arthur raised his hand and Alfred shut his eyes and shrunk back anticipating a hit. Much to his surprise the hand cupped his chin delicately and lips pressed against his own.

When the moment passed Arthur pulled away. "Stupid git," he said simply a hint of affection softening the insult as he walked away leaving a blushing Alfred leaning weakly against the tree for support. That had to be the best sneak attack the American had ever been on the receiving end of.

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Authors Note: Can you believe this was originally going to be a fic about a staring contest? Oh laud how my imagination hijacked the original idea. Anyways, that was the first ever kissing scene I've ever written. Was it good, bad, lacking in some way? Please let me know so I can improve any future kissing scene~. Also, I'm not sure whether to continue this fic or not. Let me know by leaving a review pretty please, it will be considered complete until YOU say so. If I do continue the story it won't be until I get back from the Philippines I'm boarding the plan Friday an' won't be back till August. I hope you readers enjoyed my fic, it was a pleasure to write :3

EDIT: I fixed a weird paragraph that was there as well as so awkward sentences. I've decided to continue this. But the update will be a while in coming.