American Boy

Summary: America can't believe one of his citizens is trying to steal his boyfriend. Like, dude, not cool. USUK, OMC/UK

Author's Note: This is based on a prompt on the Hetalia kinkmeme from 2009. There was a fill though it was never completed. So I'm going to give it a try. And it has jealousy so I'm very sad that the Anonymous Author never completed it. This will probably be multi-chaptered; although I'm feeling quite uncomfortable with all the unfinished fics I've started. ._. The prompt is below, if you want to read it.

Prompt: USUK sorta-kinda to the song 'American Boy'. The twist? America isn't the American Boy in the song. Arthur has some business to attend to in America, but Alfred isn't there, and while waiting for him, he meets this guy he really hits it off with. Cue Alfred returning and not being able to spend a single moment with Arthur because of this new guy and being, well, jealous. (because jealous!America is SO my kink)

Bonus points:
- The guy is filthy rich and spoils/treats England like a princess. (because my headcanon = England secretly loves being pampered) something America's pride stops him from doing

- Sex (of course). With America being really gentle at the start, but as he thinks more and more of the other guy, he gets rougher; leaving bruises in obvious places, etc. (like I said, my kink is jealousy. So I really want America to feel that harsh, unforgiving need to make England completely his.)

Warning(s): Use of Human and Nation names, Might be OOC

Prologue

England walked out of the plane to collect his luggage, feeling both tired and happy. On one hand, he's been on an aeroplane for more than eight hours, and was pretty sure he was suffering from severe jetlag but on the otherhand, he would be able to see America soon. And oh how he had missed the idiot. After not seeing each other for half a year, of course that would be the case.

While officially, he was here in Washington D.C. for the next Anglo-American meeting that was supposed to be held one week from now, he and America had decided beforehand that he should arrive earlier so that they could spend some quality time together. And honestly, he couldn't wait to see his bumbling fool of a boyfriend again.

Once he got his luggage, he quickened his pace. He couldn't wait, he could not wait to see Alfred, who was sure to meet him with a huge smile on his face, arms open to embrace Arthur with, so that he could wrap Arthur in the warmth of his love.

And secretly Arthur hoped that Alfred had a romantic week planned, that he would bring Arthur around his country, to expensive restaurants and huge museums… What could he say? He enjoyed being pampered. Although, he's never really mentioned it to America before because he didn't want to seem high maintenance or materialistic. And of course, America never picked up on it and so the things England could look forward to were trips to different fast food chains and the like. But Arthur really loved Alfred because he was Alfred and well, if he wasn't going to be pampered then so be it. He wasn't going to leave him over it.

Looking around, England could not see America anywhere. Tapping his foot impatiently, Arthur's happiness and anticipation slowly turned to frustration. He's been waiting for half an hour already yet Alfred was nowhere to be seen. Why was he late?

That git better not have forgot, England thought bitterly. He dug into his suit pocket for his phone, determined to call that wanker and give him a piece of his mind. After all, this set a bad start to what Arthur thought would be a wonderful week.

But he never did call America because as soon as he turned on his handphone, he was met with an influx of messages, all from America. And scrolling through them one by one, Arthur was enlightened to the reason why Alfred was not waiting for him at the airport.

Because he wasn't even in the bloody country.

Hey Artie, I hope u get this message b4 u get on ur plane. I'm sorry I won't be able to be there to meet you at the airport. I probably won't be able to spend the week with you either. :'( My boss just sent me to Japan to go for an emergency meeting. China's been acting a bit snippy and Japan's wants our help. Sorry!

- Sent 00:43

I've reached the airport in Japan! Have you read my message yet? I hope ur not angry :(

- Sent 15:03

Hullo England? U haven't answered my messages yet. U angry? Pls don't be.

- Sent 15:15

Artie! Answer pls

- Sent 15:30

Artiiiieeeeeeee!

- Sent 15:36

D:

- Sent 15:59

England looked at the current time on his phone—which was still set in London time—and realised that the most recent message was sent just two minutes ago.

He understood, he understood that America had to go. He understood that it was not Alfred's fault that he was sent away to Japan. He was still utterly pissed though. It might have been irrational but England was too tired and annoyed to be 'rational' at the moment. So now their entire week, which they were supposed to spend with each other, was trashed. And what was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to do in this fucking country for a week without America? He hadn't even booked a hotel room because he was expecting to stay over at America's house.

He messaged back:

You're darn right I'm fucking pissed. Now what am I supposed to do in this bloody large country of yours?

The response was immediate and it caused England to sigh.

So u r mad. :S I said I'm sorry! Pls forgive me. I'll be back in time for our meeting then we can spend time with each other after that ok? U have no meeting after ours, rite? /_\ I miss you, I want to see you but it ain't my fault babe. I'll make it up to you. For now, u can just go looking at the sights. I mean, my country's full of beautiful things. It'll be fun alone time for u, u know? U probably need it cuz once I get back I'm gonna smother u with my love and attention /^.^/ ~~~ Love u.

He couldn't really stay mad at America. He never really could. In fact, that stupid message caused England's chest to go all warm and fuzzy.

And even though Arthur could definitely forgive Alfred, the question still remained.

Now what was he supposed to do?