A/N: So sorry this took so long! Well, here's the next chapter~ ;D USUK sexual tension ahead~

Chapter 2: Day Two

Arthur adjusted his blinds and gazed out onto the gloomy weather of his country. He took a breath in the morning air and walked over to the kitchen to make himself a nice cup of tea. Mixing the particles with the hot water, he breathed in the welcoming scent of Earl Grey. He walked over to his kitchen counter and sat onto his chair and lifted the cup to his lips and breathed in the peaceful scent once more, crossed his legs, leaned back, and sipped the warm liquid.

Ah, there was nothing like tea in the morning. Peace and quiet. It was the one of the few things that he enjoyed of his day. It was his only moments without any bits of annoyance. He sighed. If only each and every one of his day was like this. Just him and his tea and his gloomy weather. Yes. That would be absolutely splendid. He lifted his tea to his lips again to take another sip. How he enjoyed the taste of tea—

"EEEEEENNNNGLAAAAANNNDDDDDD!"

His eyes snapped open at his intrusion of peace and he coughed and choked on his tea, clutching his chest as he coughed thoroughly. Immediately annoyance struck through him like a bullet. Creasing his rather thick eyebrows, he glared at the intruder that just kicked open his door—wait, kicked open his door?

The intruder was grinning wide, his bright blue eyes mischievous as he adjusted Texas further onto his nose. Arthur let out a noise of disgust.

Of course. Why should he be surprised? Of course it was Alfred to ruin his peace and quiet.

"Bloody hell, America—!"

Alfred grinned wider and pulled out the chair facing opposite of Arthur and sat in it, propping his chin onto his hands. Arthur narrowed his gaze.

"Get out."

Alfred pouted. "That's not a very nice way to greet your guest!"

Arthur snorted. "Guest? You bloody kicked open the door, you twit—"

Alfred pouted even more. "C'mon, England! It's still not nice! I just wanted to stop by—"

Arthur glared at him even more severely. "If you just wanted to stop by, you don't bloody kick open the sodding door, you git! I thought I taught you better. That's not how you enter someone else's home—"

Alfred tilted his head. "But this is your home."

Something inside of Arthur snapped.

He stood up, enraged. "You—America—out!"

"Eh? But—"

Arthur stood up and pulled Alfred out of his chair by his ear.

"Ow-ow-ow-ow—Iggy—ow!"

"If you just want to be a nuisance to me, then get out! I'm not going to tolerate this any longer—"Arthur started to drag him towards the door, and Alfred struggled frantically.

"H-hey, Iggy—hey! Listen to me, for a second! There is a reason why I'm here, and it's not just to annoy you—"Alfred struggled, and Arthur stopped and looked at Alfred, raising his eyebrow.

"Oh, you have a reason? You better explain yourself, boy. This better be worth my time." He let his ear go reluctantly, and Alfred sighed and rubbed his ear and slumped against the couch. Arthur flinched at his lack of manners.

"Geez, Iggy…that hurt you know…"

Arthur raised his eyebrows. "Well, I'm oh so bloody sorry. Now get on with it."

Sighing, Alfred kept on rubbing his neck. "Well, since the meeting is at your house all this week, I stayed at a hotel here, after dropping you off at your house. But apparently the couple next door kept me awake all fucking night…I swear to God…"

Arthur flushed and tapped his foot more frantically. "T-that still doesn't explain why you came here…"

Alfred raised his eyebrows. "Well, this is the only house I know here, and Iggy, I just wanted to escape for the morning—hey, this means I'm not gonna be late! I'm like, an hour and a half early, right?" He grinned triumphantly, and Arthur bit his lip irritably, his cheeks slightly flushing pink.

Arthur coughed and leaned back in his seat, trying to keep as much of his dignity as much as possible. "Well…as long as it's not to annoy me, I guess you can stay—"

Alfred let out a cheer and stood up, did a victory spin, and grinned.

"Thanks, Iggy!"

Arthur sighed. Why is it that whenever Alfred came to stay, he always somehow did some crazy thing to make the older nation agree…?

Oh well. Not that he would ever admit it, but it was nice to have someone over for a while.

His thoughts were interrupted by Alfred's stomach grumbling. Alfred winced and rubbed his belly.

Arthur raised his eyebrows. "Hungry, are you?"

Alfred nodded painfully. "Bad decision to skip breakfast…I think I have some hamburgers…wait…" To Arthur's disgust, he shoved his hands in his pockets and fished for the hamburgers, and Alfred gasped loudly in shock.

"What? What is it?"

"I—my hamburgers—I forgot to bring extras!"

Arthur sighed, exasperated. "Oh no. How disastrous. Shall we need to call for a miracle worker?""

Alfred glared at him. "Hey, I need food!"

Arthur raised his eyebrows and stood up, walking towards his kitchen. "Well, I guess it can't be helped…" He pulled out a frying pan and some unidentified ingredients. He pulled his drawer out and slipped on his apron.

Alfred's eyes widened and he gulped in fear. Oh no. He better not be doing what Alfred was thinking he was doing. "Uh, Iggy—"

Arthur switched his stove on and poured all the ingredients in at the same time, grabbed the spatula, and—

Slash. Burn. Slash. Crackle. Sizzle. Pop. Burn. Sizzle. Crackle. Pop. Slash. Slash. Slash. Burn. Burn.

Alfred's eyes were wide in fear and his voice caught in his throat as he heard the terrifying murder of the ingredients being whisked away by Arthur.

Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit.

How the hell was he going to get out of this one?

After another long chorus of slashes and burns, Arthur wiped off the sweat on his brow and grinned triumphantly at his work below him. He slid his scones onto the plate and walked over towards Alfred.

Alfred took in deep breaths and shut his eyes, until he heard the plate clank onto the table below him and Arthur clearing his throat.

He popped one eye open.

…And instantly regretted it.

Underneath him was a plate full of black rocks with black little crisps surrounding it, and—what the hell was oozing out of that other black rock—

Alfred gulped.

"Here you go; my homemade scones." He huffed triumphantly, and wiped more sweat off his forehead. Alfred looked at the scones and back at Arthur. Shit, he looked like he really worked hard on this—

"W-Wait, these are scones!"

Arthur glared at him and shoved the plate closer to Alfred, causing Alfred to sweat in absolutely frozen fear. "Of course these are bloody scones! Now, eat."

Alfred stared at the horror in front of him. Something black just oozed out of two black rocks. Oh God. This was his death.

"U-Uh, maybe I'll skip breakfast—"

Arthur blinked, and frowned, his eyebrows creased and by his face he was undeniably hurt by what Alfred just said.

Alfred's voice caught in his throat as he stared at Arthur's hurt face.

Aw, crap.

"W-well, if that's what you want, I guess I'll just eat it myself then…" He mumbled, looking away from Alfred as he grabbed the plate, and started to walk away from Alfred, back towards the kitchen.

Alfred gulped and he had this feeling tugging at his chest, causing him to panic.

Shit. Shit shit shit shit. I hurt his feelings, shit—!

Alfred immediately stood up and walked quickly towards Arthur in panic, and pulled his arm, causing Arthur to look up at him in shock.

"…Alfred?"

Alfred gulped and looked at the scones, and back to Arthur's shocked face.

"A-actually, I change my mind. After all, I-I'm pretty hungry." Alfred tried his best to smile. What was he doing? He was facing his death, right here!

But…

Arthur blinked up at him, unsure of what to react.

Alfred bit his lip and looked at the scones again, determined. He didn't want to see that depressing look on Arthur's face. No. If he eats these, he'll be a hero—to Arthur!

It was just something he couldn't pass up.

He took in a deep breath, grabbed a scone, lifted it to his mouth, and took a bite of it.

Arthur's eyes widened.

Alfred cringed at the taste, but tried to keep a smile as he ate it, and he continued eating it, ignoring how rough it went down his throat, and he finished the whole scone.

Alfred opened his eyes and grinned at Arthur's shocked face. Ignoring how much his stomach hurt, he took another scone and started eating it the same way as before.

Arthur gawked at him.

He finished the scone, and grinned, even though his vision was getting blurry now. He swayed slightly, but he swung a thumbs up in Arthur's face.

"T-those were a-awesome, Iggy!" He grabbed another one, and Arthur stared at him in concern.

He was about to take another bite of the scone, but his body surrendered and he dropped the scone, his vision turning black as he collapsed to the floor.

"Oh God—A-Alfred—!"

-The night before-

Misaki raised her eyebrows at Kiku who had just put on his headphones.

"…How exactly did you figure out which hotel Alfred was staying at, again?"

Kiku smiled. "…Let's just say I have connections. We should get ready now, shall we?"

Misaki's lips twitched as she looked around the room.

Okay, this was absolutely insane.

The room contained a huge stereo that was pressed firmly against the wall that was towards Alfred's room, which they somehow traced—how Kiku knew all of this was beyond her.

"Here's what we're going to do, we're going to play these sounds towards Alfred's room all night until he gets out, yes?" Misaki murmured, and Kiku nodded.
"The only place he'll stay at with peace and quiet is England-san's house. It's perfect."

Misaki grinned and put on her headphones.

"…By the way, are the sounds what I think they are…?"

Kiku just smiled, inserted the CD, and clicked a button.

Misaki's eyes widened when she heard a long chorus of moans, groans, panting, and oh God, screaming—

"Holy crap—oh my God, Kiku, these are sex noises—I thought I was just hallucinating—"She turned to Kiku, her eyes wide, twitching as her ears quickly lost their virginity.

"How the hell did you even get these?"

Kiku just smiled again.

"Technology is a wonder, Misaki."

Misaki raised her eyebrows.

"…Okay you're really freaking me out with the whole 'smile-I'm-wise-and-mysterious' thing."

Kiku chuckled. "It's just a habit."

It was a long night full of the very noisy chorus, and it wasn't long until they heard a loud groan of annoyance coming from the room the noises were directed at.

Misaki giggled.

~*Morning*~

Misaki yawned and popped one eye open as she stretched in her chair. "…He out?"

Just before Kiku was about to answer, there was a loud sound of a door slamming open and very annoyed stomping across the hallway that disappeared downstairs.

Kiku smiled.

"Alfred! Alfred!"

Alfred stirred. The first thing that he noticed was that everything was black. Wait, was he dead?

…No, he couldn't be. There was somebody above him…scrunching his face, he slowly popped one eye open, and his vision was blurred. Blinking again, his vision came into view to a very familiar Brit. Though, his brows were furrowed, his face flushed, and his lips were curved in a concerned frown.

"A-Alfred! Y-you git! You worried me sick!"

Alfred blinked and groaned, trying to sit up. What happened…?

Then, it suddenly came back to him.

He laughed nervously. "…I passed out, didn't I…?"

Arthur sniffed and looked away, furiously wiping his eyes.

"For bloody twenty minutes!" Arthur sighed, his brow furrowed irritably. "Git…you didn't have to eat it if it was that bad…"

Alfred blinked, not believing what was happening. After a while, he sighed and the corner of his lips curled into a small smile.

"Hey, it was probably just 'cause I didn't sleep well last night. Besides, when I saw your face, I couldn't help it. And don't worry! I had too much of your food when I was little. Just 'cause I pass out doesn't mean I'll die. After all, I'm America!" He grinned.

Arthur's eyes widened for a moment, and then his eyebrows creased once again.

"…Can't help but worry…git…you still didn't…have to…" He mumbled, looking away, his face slightly pink.

Alfred stared at Arthur and chuckled.

Arthur was…strangely cute this way.

"Hey…Arthur—"

"Oh, looks like I came in the wrong time, you guys go have your mushy-then-kinky sex. I'll just go to the meeting room, kesesesese!"

Alfred's eyes snapped open and Arthur flushed violently and he quickly got away from Alfred.

"Bloody—"

"Oh, got in through the front door, kesesese! I'm just so totally awesome you guys didn't notice. Don't worry, I didn't see lots of your lovely moment, but anyway, I got a question for you guys, solve that sexual tension yet?"

Arthur glared at Prussia and ran over and started yelling and cursing at him. Alfred brushed himself off and hurried off to the bathroom.

Sighing, Alfred went inside and shut the door, leaned against the wall, and lifted his eyes to the ceiling.

Okay, what was that?

That thought just now. That Arthur was being cu—

Alfred blushed and ran his hands through his hair, sighing. Okay, he was just being weird. If people saw him now, they surely wouldn't think he was the fucking U.S. of A. He shook his head. Time to get yourself together, Alfred!

Alfred didn't even know what made him grab Arthur's arm like that. He sighed. Maybe it was because he felt sorry for him? God, he didn't know.

"Okay, we should go to England-san's house now." Kiku murmured, putting away the last of the equipment. Misaki stood up and stretched.

"Ah, Misaki?"

Misaki gazed over at him curiously. "Yeah?"

"I'm planning to invite France, Canada, America, and England to a formal dinner with us tonight around 8. I'm using this as an opportunity for us, so please let us make more impressive progress tonight."

Misaki grinned.

"A formal dinner, huh? Well, that's just perfect, Kiku, it will be a good place to activate something I've wanted to try for a while." She giggled.

Kiku raised his eyebrows, but asked no further.

"Ah, a formal dinner?" Alfred asked, tilting his head. The room buzzed around them as the rest of the nations emptied out of the meeting room, which the meeting ended just a few minutes ago. Misaki smiled and nodded.

"Yes, well, we've already invited France, Canada, and England. It will be a little get together. I would like to know you all a bit more. Please come?"

Alfred grinned. "Hell yes, food! Of course! It's like…at 8, right?" Misaki nodded.

"Yeah, sure, I'll come!"

Misaki walked over to Kiku, who had just finished conversing with England and Canada.

"Are they coming?"

Kiku nodded. "How'd it go with Alfred?"

"What else?" Misaki smiled and held a thumbs up.

"Well then, Misaki, I'll see you tonight."

"See ya!" Misaki saluted quickly, and ran out the door, leaving a startled Kiku behind.

Misaki looked around frantically. Hopefully she hadn't lost Alfred yet. Running past a few nations, she grinned as she spotted the nation, just about to go out the door, puffing his cheek out in boredom.

"Hey, America!"

Alfred turned his head and spotted Misaki running towards him.

"Oh, Misaki, what's up?" Misaki grinned.

"Since the meeting ended early, wanna go out for lunch?"

"Where to?"

"McDonalds, of course!" A flash of excitement shot through Alfred's eyes and he grinned wider then ever.

"Hell yes! Lets go!"

Misaki smiled and ran towards the door, Alfred running behind her. Of course. The best way to lure the American into her little trap was to bribe him with McDonalds. There's never a time where Alfred didn't want McDonalds. She laughed. He really was exactly like he was in the Hetalia books.

Halting a taxi, she hopped in, Alfred jumping in after her.

"The nearest McDonalds, please!"

Misaki stared at Alfred in pure adoration as he stuffed his face repeatedly with hamburgers. She wasn't even surprised when he ordered about 5 Big Mac's and 4 large French fries and 3 sodas—and that in just 10 minutes he was about halfway done. She sipped her soda and ate her hamburger at regular speed, making a bystander's point of view even more bizarre at Alfred's speed at devouring his hamburgers while she ate normally.

She knew she had to wait until Alfred was done eating. If she interrupted him, she either wouldn't understand him or he would be too preoccupied with his hamburgers to respond.

10 minutes later, he was sipping his last soda. Grinning, he slammed the soda container on the table. "Man that was great!"

She grinned and just finished her one hamburger while Alfred gathered up his huge piles of hamburger wrappers, French fry containers, and soda cups, and somehow dumped all of them in the trash can. She was surprised the amount of trash even fit in that thing.

Alfred hoppled back, his trademark grin plastered on his face. He slumped down on his chair and leaned back. "Woo!"

Misaki laughed. "Alfred, since I paid for your food—" She was glad that McDonald's food was usually about less than 3 dollars and if it was anymore her bank account would've been dangerously emptied—"I was wondering if I could go with you to your hotel room today and do you a really awesome favor!" She grinned.

Alfred tilted his head. "And what would that be?"

Misaki smiled and scooted her chair closer to the table, folded her hands on the top and leaned forward, looking at Alfred in the eyes. "Well, you know that there's a formal dinner tonight that we'll be going to, correct?"

Alfred nodded.

"You see, I was wondering if I could give you…a little makeover to fit the night." She grinned.

Alfred's eyes widened. "Makeover? Me? But aren't I already damn amazing?" He smiled at her, causing Misaki's heart to skip a beat.

"Y-Yes you are—but this is a formal dinner, Alfred. Were you even planning to wear a suit for the occasion?"

Alfred scratched his head. "…Actually, no. I don't really wear suits." He twitched in disgust.

Misaki frowned at him and shook her head in shame. "You see? Okay, what happened every time you went to a formal event without wearing the proper attire?"

It was Alfred's turn to frown. "Proper attire? God, you sound just like Iggy. But anyways, yeah, I guess they got sort of pissed." He sighed.

Misaki smiled. "Alfred, this is your chance to show them how amazing you are. You're already amazing, but you'll be absolutely show-stopping if you let me give you a makeover tonight. Trust me."

Alfred's mouth twitched, but it was still curled into a frown. Misaki leaned in closer, determined.

"…Even Arthur will be speechless."

This caused curiosity to flash in Alfred's eyes. Iggy, speechless? At him? Actually…

His lips stretched into a huge grin, imagining Iggy's priceless face. That would be damn awesome.

…But it seemed too good to be true. He turned his grin quickly into a small frown again. "How?"

Misaki smiled.

"Well, if he finds that you are actually wearing the right attire, and you're actually on time, and that you actually have manners—"

Alfred leaned back, slightly offended. "Hey! I do have manners! It's just that I don't really use them…"

Misaki raised her eyebrows. "Then it's time to use them tonight. Sorry, Alfred, but there are no hamburgers."

"Wha—"

"Deal with it. Be absolutely perfect tonight."

Alfred looked at her doubtfully.

"Arthur won't even find anything to scold you about. Please, Alfred, this is a rare opportunity to see Arthur actually be speechless for you."

Alfred bit his lip.

"Why are you doing this for me?"

Misaki smiled.

"Just being the proud American I am and doing something good for my country."

Alfred sighed.

"…Alright, I'm in." He grinned.

Misaki's smile widened and in her inner thoughts she did a victory spin. Yes!

"Awesome! Okay, let's get started!"

"Eh—? "

Misaki stood up and pulled his arm towards the street, halted another taxi, and pulled both of them in.

"Let's start with your closet. Did you bring any suits?"

Misaki placed her hands in her hips as she entered the room, staring at the closet near the bedside. Alfred scratched his head and opened the closet door.

There were absolutely no suits.

"…I guess I didn't." He giggled.

Misaki glared at Alfred and smacked him in the shoulder.

"Hey—ow! That hurt!"

"Don't laugh! This is serious!" She sighed and face palmed. "In that case, we need to get you a new one. Grab your wallet, we're going shopping."

Alfred's eyes widened. "Wha—"

Misaki, already moving, grabbed his wallet, dropped it in his hands, and dragged him out of the room, downstairs, and onto another taxi.

Alfred found himself in front of a store full of Armani suits, expensive leather shoes, expensive cologne, expensive ties—expensive everything. His eyes twitched, he felt dizzy. It was so long since he'd last bought a suit…

Misaki grinned and pulled him along the aisle. "Lets see…" Alfred gawked at her while she grabbed about 7 suits, 7 ties, 3 pairs of leather shoes, and dumped them on Alfred's arms. She pointed to the dressing room. "Try them all, and show me each one."

He pouted. "All of them? Seriously?"

Misaki nodded.

Sighing, he went into the dressing room. After, all, she did pay for his biggest source of happiness… (According to Alfred, this is McDonalds.)

"Okay, we got your suit." Misaki stated, pulling Alfred to another location in the store. "Now, onto your cologne…"

Her fingers trailed on the glass bottles on the shelf. Something that smelled a little like roses…not girly, but handsome….she grinned and she picked off the perfect bottle from the shelf. Perfect. Alfred and Arthur's main flower was roses. Not to mention Arthur's favorite scent….just not when it's on Francis' vital region.

Alfred eyed the bottle carefully, and then he broke out into a grin. "Hey, this is my favorite one! I have one, but I left it at home, but yeah, this one!"

Misaki's grin widened. "Of course!"

Misaki pushed Alfred into the salon. "Your hair."

Alfred stared at her and whined.

Misaki still kept a straight face. "Go."

"J-Just tell them to keep off Nantucket."

Misaki paced around Alfred's room impatiently. It was already 7:30, and they couldn't afford to be late. She was waiting for Alfred to finish dressing up. Of course, she was already done, her cobalt dress fitting tight around her waist and cascading down to her feet that were encased by black high heels. She curled the ends of her shoulder length hair, which caused them to bounce against her shoulders whenever she walked. She fastened a black necklace onto her neck.

She sighed, checking her watch. They really needed to go—

"How's this?"

She turned towards Alfred, standing in front of the door.

Her jaw dropped and her face flushed for a few seconds, then it broke out into a wide grin. "It's perfect."

Alfred frowned. "You sure?" Looking at himself in the mirror, he straightened his tie nervously.

"Don't worry. He'll be speechless."

Arthur walked in the buzzing restaurant and spotted the table that contained Francis, Canada, and Kiku, apparently engaged in deep conversation. Once he approached, he noticed that they suddenly quieted down, which caused him to be slightly suspicious, but he ignored it.
"Good evening," He greeted and pulled out his chair, straightened his crisp tie and sat in the chair.

"Evening," The group greeted right back.

Immediately after, Misaki walked in and waved at them and sat in her chair, smiling. Kiku raised his eyebrows at her, and she winked right back.

Francis whistled. "Looking beautiful, madam," He winked, being the womanizer he is, and Misaki rolled her eyes and shook her head, but thanked him anyways for the compliment.

Arthur raised his eyebrows at the last empty chair that was right across from him. "Should've known; Alfred's late again. The bloody git." He sighed.

Misaki suddenly remembered that they were in public and that was probably the cause of the switch to human names. She made a mental note so that she wouldn't accidentally say their country name in front of the people here. She checked her watch.

Kiku shook his head. "Indeed he is the last one to show up, but its 7:55, so he is not late yet."

Arthur scooted closer to the table. "He will be."

Francis raised his eyebrows. "It seems you are quite sure of yourself over Alfred, mon cher."

Arthur snorted. "Well, isn't it obvious? He's always being the idiot he is."

Matthew laughed softly. "Still, you never know, Arthur. People can surprise you."

Arthur's eyebrows rose even higher. "We're talking about Alfred, here—"

Suddenly, the room quieted and Arthur heard footsteps behind him. Francis whistled and Kiku and Matthew smiled.

"Ah, Alfred, looks like you're here just in time." Kiku noted. Arthur sighed, still facing away from Alfred, already annoyed.

"Hey, guys! Alfred is in the house! So the real fun can begin! Hope it wasn't too boring without me," He grinned, and Arthur felt his Alfred's hand grip his chair. He twitched in annoyance and turned around to face Alfred. "Actually, I was having just a fine time before you—"He stopped in mid sentence, the rest of his words caught in a breathless gasp.

Alfred was right behind him, and Arthur immediately noticed a strong wave of cologne that hit his nostrils. Alfred was wearing…cologne…? And—oh God, it smelled distinctly of roses...Arthur's eyes were glued to Alfred. He was wearing a crisp, black Armani suit with a clean white dress shirt and a silk blue tie, with black leather shoes. His usually disheveled hair was now tamed and smoothed back in just the right places. His eyes shone brightly towards Arthur.

Arthur gulped. Oh God. Here Alfred was, wearing a suit, and bloody hell, that cologne. He couldn't deny that Alfred looked bloody attractive in it. Oh God.

Alfred tilted his head. "You were saying, Iggy?"

Arthur blinked and his eyes went back to Alfred's face. Oh, right. He was in a restaurant with Kiku, Francis, Matthew, Misaki, and Alfred.
"O-oh, r-right. I was having a…what was I saying…?" He murmured, his last train of thought flying right out of his head.

Alfred laughed and walked to his seat across from Arthur. Arthur straightened himself in his seat and cleared his throat, his eyes never leaving Alfred. He adjusted his collar. Damn it all, since when did it get so hot?

Francis chuckled. "I see that Alfred quite prepared himself well for this night, oui, Arthur?"

Arthur glared daggers at Francis. Francis winked right back.

Kiku cleared his throat. "Anyhow, to get to the real reason we invited you all—"

Misaki smiled. "Since I'm new, I just wanted to get to know each other better."

Francis chuckled. "Shall we start with you, Misaki?"

Misaki grinned. "Well, you see, all of you know I come from Florida—"

Alfred grinned. "Disney World!"

"Harry Potter Land!" Alfred and Misaki whooped and bumped fists, and at that moment, the whole table couldn't help thinking, Americans….

Matthew coughed. "What city do you live in, Misaki?"

"Orlando, but actually, I used to live on the tip of Florida." She gazed at the menu while talking.

Coincidentally, this immediately caught Arthur's attention from Alfred.

Misaki continued. "Really, the actual tip. You see, the tip of Florida is actually really different from Orlando. What you should know about me is that I'm a really earthy person," She laughed, and sipped her water, and Francis smirked.

"In other words, the tip of Florida is actually long and hard and really rocky. The part where I lived on the tip was actually a bit dusky brown—but hey, that's the dirt. But the ground was a lot more, er, sensitive, than other ground. That's probably because it's actually more humid than other places in Florida. And since Orlando is a little closer to the middle of Florida, the ground was actually a lot softer and the hills were more rolling. I remember when I first moved there, my favorite place was this spot in between these two small rolling hills, you know, they actually looked like little balls and I loved playing there when I was little…"

Misaki continued talking in such detail about Florida that it was hard to keep her innocent facial expression. She tried to make it seem as if she had no idea that each country's land represented something on their bodies, and that she had no idea that Florida was a specific part of Alfred's. She tried not to giggle at every suggestive information she gave to the group. She was so detailed that both Alfred and Arthur's faces were flushed red. Arthur kept on adjusting his collar heatedly, and Alfred kept on coughing awkwardly, trying to give Misaki some signal to shut up because it was getting a bit too detailed, even for a proud nation like him.

"The weather's great, and it's usually never cold. In the summer it gets a bit humid though. I remember the weather forecast this morning, it said that Florida is getting intense humidity this week, and they said it was coming down from somewhere in Western Europe…oh yeah, it was coming from England!"

England's eyes widened and his eyes snapped to Alfred, Alfred's face now redder than ever as he tried to eat his food in embarrassment.

Misaki laughed. "I'll stop before I bore you with all the facts about Florida; it's just that I've lived there all my life. Now I probably would've asked all of you to introduce yourselves, but my major is World History and I seem to know a lot about all of you already."

Francis clapped and winked. "That was…a very interesting story. Right, Arthur?"

Arthur glared at Francis again, coughing. He adjusted his collar for the millionth time. "Sod off. Yes…it was…v-very interesting." Oh God.

He currently looked very uneasy at the moment. He desperately tried to ignore the intense heat growing between his legs.

Arthur gulped and stared at Alfred's red face. He was…blushing? And—oh God, he wasn't even stuffing his face as usual, he was actually eating like a gentleman—he watched Alfred pick up his food with his fork and actually use his utensils properly.

He felt a pang of annoyance. Was he trying to impress someone?

"So, Alfred, it seems you're actually using your manners correctly. Are you feeling well?"

Alfred frowned. "I'm feeling fine, thank you. I had manners in the first place, and well, now I'm choosing to use it. Arthur, please eat your food."

Arthur gawked at Alfred, who'd just told him off politely. Okay, something had to be up.

Francis nodded in agreement. "Alfred is being quite the gentleman tonight. Enjoy it while you can, Arthur. Though, I see you are enjoying it already, oui?" He winked and Arthur immediately felt heat shoot up in his cheeks.

"Sod. Off. Frog!" He fussed and stabbed his fork into his food, furiously forcing the food into his mouth.

He continued watching Alfred. His manner never seemed to falter, and he seemed perfectly calm. He leaned back in his chair and turned his head towards the waitress that seemed to pass by him. He tapped her arm and flashed a dazzling smile, causing her to flush. "May I have a cup of coffee?"

"O-of course, sir." Flustered, she quickly went back into the kitchen.

Oh bloody hell. He actually used the correct English grammar and used "May I" instead of "Can I," like he usually misused. On the other hand, he quietly asked for coffee, which was insanely bizarre. Usually he would wave his hand frantically with that stupid grin on his face and yell, "Yo! Waitress! Coffee STAT!"

He exhaled. If Alfred wasn't feeling sick, then what was it? His frown deepened. Was it someone he was trying to impress? The possibility haunted him as he ate. What else could it be? Arthur had never seen Alfred act this gentlemanly before. The suggestion surprisingly annoyed him like hell. If Alfred was trying to impress someone, who the bloody hell would it be, and why?

He gazed around as he ate his food. Immediately, he noticed a couple of girls at a table eyeing Alfred hungrily and giggling. He bit his lip. He suddenly felt like walking up to them and telling them to piss off—his eyes widened and he shook his head. No, a gentleman wouldn't do that. Still…he glared daggers at the girls. Damn Alfred. Arthur's eyes fluttered back to Alfred's handsome figure as he discussed quietly and politely with some of the nations at the table. Damn him.

He sighed, his face flushing slightly. Damn him for being so bloody attractive.

The more he watched Alfred, the more heated Arthur felt. He found himself adjusting his collar a bit more than usual. Sighing, he attempted to cross his legs.

Immediately, his eyes widened and his eyes shot from his food to the unmistakable bulge in between his legs.

...Oh, fuck.

His face reddened. Bloody hell, Alfred's behavior did this to him? He started to panic. Arthur quickly realized this had been here ever since Misaki started talking about Florida. He cursed again.

Arthur bit his lip. No one would ever notice, yes. He would just be the first one to leave after dinner and he would quickly go home to take care of it. Nobody would ever know that, to him, Alfred's behavior and Misaki's description was such a bloody tease—he flushed and tried to shut down his thoughts right then. What was wrong with him? He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He had to calm down. He would take care of it later. He just had to ignore the building heat a bit more.

He shook his head, ashamed at himself. He wasn't acting like a gentleman right now. It would be terribly disastrous if one to find out his secret desires. Yes. He would never let anybody know about this. Not a single soul.

The waitress stumbled forward and handed Alfred's coffee to him.

"Your coffee, sir." She giggled.

Alfred smiled and took his coffee. "Thank you."

She stayed a bit longer than she should, but reluctantly walked away. He pulled the cup to his lips and sipped the drink, although the first sip was a bit much. He winced as he felt the hot liquid drip down the side of his lips. Alfred pulled the cup away from his lips and stuck out his tongue to lick the liquid away from his chin.

Arthur, on the other side, gulped and bit his lip harder, trying to not let anybody hear how his breaths were quickly becoming shallower. If Alfred keeps this up, he might need to leave early. The bloody git was driving Arthur insane. It took an astounding amount of strength just to not pounce at the nation at this very moment. His face went slightly pink at the thought, his thoughts going back to Alfred licking the corner of his lips again. He started imagining that tongue in very useful places—

His eyes widened and he flushed even redder than he was before. The heat in between his legs was getting more intense by the moment. Alfred hadn't even spoken to him that much and he was already reacting this way. He started to become highly annoyed as realization dawned on him. Alfred hadn't spoken to him that much. What the bloody hell was up? Well, he didn't speak to him either…

Sighing, he popped a mushroom into his mouth, chewing sulkily. Just what was it? He shook his head. He really should stop acting like this. He was acting so shameful it wasn't gentlemanly in the slightest. He sighed.

Suddenly, the stage in the restaurant became filled with four people, a person at the drums, guitar, bass, and a blonde woman with curls and a yellow dress. She positioned herself from the microphone, and the band started playing. Smiling, she started singing, catching the attention of many people as she ate.

Arthur went back to his food as he listened to the slow music.

"Entertainment is quite nice, isn't it?" Kiku smiled.

"I know this song, it's from Broadway!" Alfred raised his head and stared at the woman singing, a bit excited. Matthew laughed.

After a while of the singing, the group was finished eating. At the end of the dinner, everyone but Alfred stood up.

"Thank you for this dinner, Kiku," Francis bowed, and so did Matthew. Arthur, his eyes on Alfred, he bowed also.

"Alfred? Are you coming?" Matthew asked curiously, and Alfred grinned.

"I'm going to stay back for a while. See ya."

Arthur, now suspicious, stayed back for a few seconds as the group walked away, and then he reluctantly walked towards the door. Why would Alfred want to stay back?

He sighed and looked down. Well, at least he was leaving now. This meant he would have time to go home and take care of this annoying problem.

After everyone had left, quickly Misaki went back inside the restaurant doors to check on Alfred. Why was Alfred staying back? She couldn't help feeling suspicious. She positioned herself behind a column so that she could peer over the restaurant. She looked over at the table that they had just been at before.

Her eyes widened. Alfred wasn't there. Did he go home?

At this moment, the band went onto the stage again, and she gasped.

The singer that went on stage was no longer the blonde woman, but it was Alfred.

He shone in the spotlight, and he cleared his throat and positioned the microphone as the band got ready. People in the crowd continued eating, not noticing the newcomer onto the stage.

Slowly, Alfred turned around, his back facing the audience. He nodded once, and the drummer started drumming a beat that caught the audience's attention. Alfred tapped his foot, and swung around, grabbing the microphone.

"Here we go!" He yelled, grinning. Misaki's eyes widened.

The band exploded into song.

His voice rang through the restaurant as he moved smoothly and charmingly across the stage and thrust his hand out in a stop motion, quickly after; he placed his hands on his heart. Each move was swift and charming and oh God, his voice—it was smooth, deep, and it was just flawless.

Misaki found herself staring at Alfred as he moved, her jaw dropped, as she watched him turn his head the other direction, his hair whipping across his forehead, sprinkling sweat in the air. Alfred grinned at each move and the crowd went wild with screams that were mostly girls—did she just hear some male voices?

She couldn't blame them. Oh God, Alfred. Alfred was actually singing. She tried to breathe evenly. She swore it was the hottest thing she saw ever since she had came here.

Suddenly, she heard something drop on the floor, and she turned her head.

Her eyes met with a familiar Brit, his eyes glued to Alfred, jaw dropped, and his face absolutely priceless.

She smirked.

Just before he was about to enter his taxi, Arthur fished through his pockets. His eyes widened and he quickly apologized to the taxi driver, running out the door. He had forgotten his wallet inside the restaurant. He sighed. Bloody Alfred, making him so damn flustered to make him forget his wallet!

Arthur silently cursed him as he opened the doors, but what he saw was not what he was expecting at all.

His eyes widened when his eyes met Alfred's bright, attractive figure moving animatedly across the stage, his voice ringing out to the audience and even slightly dancing.

Fuck.

Alfred was singing.

Singing.

His entire face flushed red and he couldn't look away even though he suddenly felt a million times hotter than he ever felt before. Shit. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

He bit his lip as his heart beat harshly against his chest. God. When did he get this attractive?

Sure he's heard Alfred sing before, but not like this. He was so…charming.

Shit. Sweat beads formed on the Brit's forehead as he loosened his tie, his breathing shallow. Damn it, he was driven to the point that he couldn't deny it anymore.

All he wanted was him. That flawless body. Arthur just wanted to get into those pants and fuck him, be fucked by him, whatever. If it meant anything with him, then he wanted it. Needed it.

He blushed and gulped as Alfred grinned at the audience and thanked them, bowing, and immediately received a huge cheer. He went off the stage, and suddenly the song changed into a slow song and everybody started to dance. Arthur quickly grabbed his wallet from the table. He would just exit silently and quickly, no one would notice…

As Alfred went off the stage, his eyes widened as he spotted that ruffled blonde hair and those eyebrows poking out from behind someone's head. Immediately his face flushed, but he kept a grin as he ran over to him.

"Arthur!" He laughed, and Arthur's eyes widened and he smiled nervously.

"H-hello, Alfred. I didn't know you fancied singing."

"Ah, it's just an old pastime." Alfred chuckled, not noticing the sudden change of his tone, and tilted his head, holding out his hand towards him shyly. The other nation's eyes widened.

"Care to dance?"

Arthur blushed and his eyes widened. This was dangerous! He could never let Alfred realize that he was bloody turned on for him! His face reddened even more at the thought. God, would that be embarrassing!

"A-ah, well, I—"

Alfred rubbed his head apologetically. "W-well, I guess if you don't want to—"

"F-fine! I'll dance with you, git." What the hell? What was he saying? Arthur fought with himself but that didn't stop him from reaching out towards Alfred's hand and grabbing it, his heart beat quickening in the process. Alfred smiled at him and pulled him into the crowd, and suddenly wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled Arthur close.

Arthur's eyes widened and his chest felt tight, and he couldn't breathe.

"A-A-A-Alfred, w-w—"

Alfred grinned. "Well, you did teach me how to dance. I sorta want to show you that I'm good at it."

Arthur blushed furiously and furrowed his brow.

"Git…" He looked down, making Alfred unable to see his face.

"Ar—" Suddenly, a waitress bumped into them, pushing them both harshly against the wall.

"Sorry!" She yelled back, going towards her table.

Alfred winced and rubbed his shoulder. "Geez…"

He turned back to Arthur and his eyes widened, realizing how close he was to him. Arthur's face was unbelievably red, and there noses were almost touching. He was about to grin at that, but stopped. Because of that waitress, their bodies were pressed together onto the wall.

So what was that thing poking his thigh?

Alfred looked down, and his eyes widened.

Arthur's face flushed a million shades of red and it felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

"…Arthur."

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck! He should have never accepted the dance! He knew it in the first place! God, he was such an idiot!

"W-w-w-w-what? I-it isn't what you think—you see, t-that's my wallet—"

"You're holding your wallet in your hand right now."

Arthur closed his eyes slowly, his face as red as ever, and turned away from his clear blue gaze. How could he ever been so humiliated…?

Alfred, his face red, suddenly grabbed Arthur's hand.
"Come with me."

Arthur's eyes snapped open as Alfred dragged him out of the crowd, and into the bathroom, quickly locking the door behind him.

"W-wha—what are you doing—Alfr—"

Alfred cornered him onto the wall, his gaze more intense than he had ever seen it before. His face was flushed red as he stared at him, and Arthur felt his face reddening as well.

"It must be bothering you, right?"

Arthur's eyes widened. "I-I'm not sure what you're talking abou—"

"That." Alfred's eyes trailed down.

Arthur panicked and blushed furiously. "I-it's all just—ugh—w-well I—fuck," Dammit! He couldn't find any excuses. Why wasn't his mind working correctly right now?

"W-well, it's clearly bothering you. A-as the hero, I should help and get you off, right?" Alfred's heart beat a million times faster as he said those words and he immediately blushed. What the hell was he saying? Why was he getting so hot? His eyes lowered onto Arthur's shocked face, which was getting even redder by the second.

That's right. He knew himself that he was dense, but it was as clear as daylight that Arthur became how he was now because of him. Alfred.

….Fuck, how come that made him so turned on?

"W-what? Alfred—you—" Arthur panicked. He clearly had not expected what Alfred was saying. He expected Alfred to think he was disgusting and leave him—but it turned out like this—

Arthur gasped as he found Alfred already unzipping his pants, his face flustered as he slowly dragged them down.

"W-woah woah woah, wait—Alfred what do you think your doing?" He wailed, his eyes wide and trembling.

Alfred furrowed his brow, sweat forming on his forehead.

"I-I'm helping you! T-this is the best way, I-I'll make it good…"

Arthur's eyes widened at those words. Did Alfred just say that he would make it good?

Crap. Arthur's eyes lowered and he found himself unable to resist any longer. What Alfred had said was just too adorable. Taking this as a yes, Alfred nervously gulped and lowered Arthur's boxers, revealing his vital region.

His eyes widened in surprise. Wow, it really was erect. He trailed his hands on the underside. Hard-on…

Arthur gasped and trembled slightly. "H-hurry up, git…"

Alfred's eyes widened and he blushed. "A-ah, sorry…"

Alfred grasped the hard flesh suddenly, and Arthur gasped, letting out slow, shuddering breaths as Alfred stroked his member steadily with his fingers.

"Nnng…" Arthur trembled, watching Alfred's fingers slide up and down his erect cock, and shut his eyes, his face flushed and breathing even harder.

Alfred increased his pace and slid his palm quickly up and down his member, his eyes glazed and panting as well. He slid his thumb across the tip.

"Hah—nng!" He panted quickly and threw his head up against the wall as Alfred went slowed down and pressed even harder.

"Y-you're so wet, Arthur…"

"A-ah—d-don't say it out loud!"

Alfred lowered his eyelids and took the hard meaty flesh into his mouth, drawing out a sudden moan from Arthur. He slid his tongue along the underside and swirled it around the tip, and pausing to suck on the shaft, sucking so harshly that his cheeks caved in around Arthur's cock. The sensation was unbearable for Arthur as he moaned even louder, his face flushed and his body trembling as he slightly bucked his hips into Alfred's mouth, and Alfred chuckled, his embarrassment less now and his mind taken over by how horny he was by Arthur's moans. The vibration from his chuckle caused Arthur to whimper and writhe under his grasp even harder.

"You're…really enjoying this…"

"A-ah! Nng…s-shut up, a-annoying—ah! A-American gi—oh God do that again!"

Alfred smirked and took more of him into his mouth and sucked harshly as he bobbed his cock up and down, and Arthur was even wilder, his moans echoing in the bathroom.

"You mean this?"

"A-aah! A-Alfr—"

Alfred sucked even harsher than before around his shaft, his tongue circling around the member.

"You were saying?" He murmured around his penis, and the vibrations were sent through Arthur's spine as an intense wave of pleasure.

He moaned loudly and suddenly Alfred grasped his sensitive balls while he sucked, and Arthur was so overwhelmed he couldn't take it anymore.

"Ha—haah! F-fuck—A-Alfred—!" He let out an intense cry as he released, his vision turning white as he panted harshly, tangling his fingers through Alfred's hair, overwhelmed by the current situation. Fuck. Since when was Alfred so good with his mouth?

Alfred stood up and licked some left over cum from the side of his mouth. He grinned.

"That was fast."

Arthur blushed furiously and looked away.

"S-shut up, you g-git—oh!" Arthur suddenly realized the current situation, and apparently so did Alfred. Immediately, both men flushed a deep shade of red.

"U—uh, I have to go!" Arthur quickly ran out the door, and Alfred was left in the bathroom, his eyes wide.

Did he just…

Alfred collapsed against the bathroom wall and slowly slid down onto the floor, not believing what had just happened.

Holy crap.

He had just given Arthur a blowjob.

Arthur. No—England.

Alfred, his face as red as tomato, buried his face into his knees, his heart pumping fiercely. What was that just now!

Holy crap.

Holy fucking crap.

A/N: Oh boy. A sudden change of atmosphere! Now everything's getting heated! Ohohoho! ;)
Thank you for reading! I'm so sorry this chapter took so long. I hope this was worth the wait. (Even though the blow job scene was so short, orz)

I was originally planning to rewrite some parts of this chapter but I decided, after a long time of staring at this document to leave it be and just continue it. I had a burst of inspiration right after reading some USUK doujinshis. Wow, am I thrilled! USUK never fails to make me feel just as wonderful as if I'm falling in love all over again. And I had just had to make Alfred sing. Usually I see Arthur sing—and I understand that because I know well about England's punk phase—but I have never seen a scenario where Alfred sung. I mean, think about it. America is full of different types of music. Let's not forget about Broadway. Why would he not enjoy singing? And I always swoon picturing a singing Alfred. I adore him so much!

And by the way. I'm actually not sure if that information about the tip of Florida is actually true—LOL. Even if it isn't, in this story it is. Lolol-/totally not lazy to research how it actually looks like-/shotforever

Besides, how else is a more entertaining way to excite Arthur? I was actually planning for this to happen since the beginning because I always love that Florida reference to Alfred's vital region. I thought that it would be hilarious.

Anyways, back to the story. Thanks so much everybody for your feedback on Misaki. I was worried that might bother people a bit since I am annoyed at OC's sometimes in fanfictions too. But for this fic, her existence is necessary.

Please review! I love hearing what people think about my stories.