"Sometimes you just have to... Let go." Alfred swung his hand around in the air with no sense of coordination, sometimes almost hitting his own face. He reeked of narcotics. Arthur buried his nose deeply into Alfred's longs locks of hair, taking in the scent with a sincere smile.

"Let go, ah? I am good at that."

"Yeah, you're completely loose."

"Don't make me sound like the slutty one of us."

"S'ry." Alfred plunged the cigarette back in between his lips, accidentally aiming so deep that the filter bumped against his tongue. He groaned in annoyance, but didn't really care, as he was too busy searching for a lighter to give a damn about the quality of his coming smoke. Arthur was being a persistent kid at his side, attacking his neck with bites and kisses, and touching his arms with seductive strokes.

"I thought you invited me over for something more fun than smoking," the older complained, blowing hot air into his ear. Alfred grinned around the cigarette.

"I said: 'Come over for a nice weekend', not 'come over for a fuck'."

"Nice weekend... A shag... Sounds like the same to me," Arthur purred and licked his lips. He crawled to sit behind Alfred, slipped his arms around his chest and drew him in closer. "Why aren't you horny?"

"Too drunk to care." Alfred smiled in triumph as he finally withdrew a lighter from his bag. He lit up the cigarette and inhaled before leaning back into Arthur's embrace.

"I thought fucking with the liver was my job."

"Leaving the dirty work to a third part is getting popular, sweetie." Alfred removed the cigarette from his lips and turned his head to kiss Arthur. The Englishman willingly pressed his needy lips to Alfred's, though the pleasant sensation was short. At the moment, Alfred seemed to care more for his tobacco than the free love he normally praised.

It would be a lie to say that Arthur wasn't somewhat disappointed. It had been a rough week in London, and he had just needed some time off, so Alfred's offer had sounded like a needed change in his routines. The American had been all over him that night, eagerly trying to get his point through, as he missed Arthur's company badly. "I'm always the one to come visiting you," he'd said and pouted, "do your part. Come over for the weekend. We can drive to the woods in my van and camp out there for the night. It'll be fun." A blowjob later, Arthur had agreed that it did sound like fun.

Now he regretted not having saved the blow for later.

"Alfred..." Arthur drew circles on Alfred's bare stomach with his fingers, bored looking at the details of his heart-tattoo that he'd seen a thousand times before. Alfred misunderstood him and offered him his cigarette willingly. Arthur rolled his eyes, but did accept it.

"This is nice. This is love. Nature. Have you looked around? It's nice here, isn't it? Well, places like this are being ruined every day. They call it the future, industrialising stuff and all that. Whatever, that's all I have to say to that! Whatever." Alfred closed his eyes and placed his hands on Arthur's arm that was still resting around his chest.

"I know. The government says it'll make it nice for everyone. But they're just acting out their own dreams and visions. Like hell they give a damn about the population's opinions. You've seen it yourself."

"The war..." Alfred grunted. "I know it's over now, but I wonder about future wars... I don't want future wars."

"I think it'll be hard to avoid. It shouldn't be avoided. Sometimes it'll take a fight to stand up for what's right!"

"You think you're doing that?"

"Of course!" Arthur's voice told Alfred that he hadn't expected such a question. "Of course we're doing that. People – they're not allowed to act and think freely. They're being used. I mean, your population would've been brainwashed to think the American soldiers were doing great in Vietnam if it hadn't been for the free press!"

"We wouldn't-"

"Would so!"

"Shut up."

"Make me." Alfred freed himself of Arthur's embrace and turned around to look at him. He didn't look amused, slapped the cigarette out of Arthur's hand and grabbed his wrists. Arthur smirked. "Playing with the muscles now, aren't we?"

"You may call me a repressing government while I fuck your brainwashed mind into the next century," Alfred hissed, making a silence of a few seconds fall over them both, before they broke down in snickers.

"Damn, Alfred, I doubt you get a lot of ass with that kind of flirting."

"I get your ass."

"Nope, for I'm the only one who thought about brining lube." Alfred raised a brow. Arthur shoved his boot to his stomach, pushing him to fall backwards onto his back. "And you know the rule – the one who remembers-"

"-is the one who decides positions, fine." Alfred watched as Arthur climbed on top of him, seeming rather satisfied with himself. "How come all of our discussions end in sex?" Arthur shrugged his shoulders.

"Because I like sex, and you like not arguing?" Alfred grinned.

"This is what the world wars should've been like."

"For in the end, we all just longed to screw Ludwig over," Arthur grimaced ironically.

"Touché."

"...How come the lube isn't in my pocket anymore?"

"A', think – while you were busy smelling my hair, my right hand wasn't just searching for the lighter." Alfred waved with the little bottle. Arthur raised his brows in surprise.

"You're learning."

"I don't like always being the one with the sore asshole."

"Alfred – I am nothing but an asshole." Alfred snickered. He shoved Arthur to the ground, seating himself on top of him.

"Aye, captain Kirkland – now, may I peacefully board your ship?"

"Oh, just shut up and get to it."