Arthur turned his page as he read his book. He took a sip of his slightly steaming tea and set it down on the able next to him. He was all comfy in his pajamas ready to have a normal Saturday of relaxation. Just him, tea, and a very good book. Though his plans were being interrupted when a faint knock was heard on his wooden door. The Brit closed his book and got up to answer the door.

He opened the door to his obnoxious American boyfriend. Arthur blushed because he was hardly dresses formally enough to be around him. Alfred scanned the man and a large grin spread across his face. "So you're finally wearing the PJ pants I got ya Artie?" His amusement was evident in his tone. Arthur's flushed face darkened a bit. "Ugh…" he didn't get to answer since Alfred walked inside and plopped himself on the couch.

Arthur closed the door and slowly made it over to his chair. He sat down still red in his face. "So this means you love me right?" The American asked staring at Arthur with his grin spreading more. Arthur crossed his arms. "Git, just be quiet." He said in annoyance. Alfred chuckled a little at the Englishman's statement.

"But Iggy, you are wearing an I heart New York pajama bottom." More teasing was in his voice as you could see the smug look in his eye. Arthur glared at him. "I'm wearing them because everything else is in the laundry. Thank you very much." Alfred didn't buy it. He pat the seat next to him. "Hmm?" He mumbled wanting him sitting with him. Arthur rolled his eyes. "Bloody Hell no."

Alfred pouted. "Please!" He repeated the word over and over until Arthur had enough. He got up and sat down next to Alfred. He was pulled closer to Alfred by the taller country's arms. They wrapped around him as he nuzzled his head into Arthur's neck. "You're so cute Artie!" He gushed snuggling into him more. Arthur lit up a really bright shade of red. "Ngh I am not.." He muttered keeping his eyes away from his boyfriend.

Alfred frowned and pulled Arthur's face to look at him. "Dude, don't be so hard on yourself." He smiled softly and Arthur sighed. Alfred pulled him into his lap smiling widely. "As we were saying Artie, you know ya love me." He laughed at himself. Arthur furrowed his eyebrows.

"And why do I love you?" He asked sarcastic. Alfred challenged that sarcastic remark with a sly smirk. "Because I'm damn sexy!" Arthur's face heated up and he was going to get up and leave, but Alfred did not allow such an action. He kept his hold on him tight. "Jones…" He started. Alfred had an idea pop into his head. He pinned Arthur down on the couch and smiled.

"What do you think you're doing?" The Brit exclaimed flailing to no avail. Alfred just had a look of innocence on his face. "Just holding you down until you admit it." Arthur stared up at Alfred irritated. "And what do you mean by it?" Alfred leaned closer almost brushing against his soft pink lips. Arthur could feel and smell his breath, it was scented of coffee. "I mean you saying I'm damn sexy."

He grinned and put his lips on the smaller country starting a kiss. Arthur didn't have much time to adapt because soon the Alfred's tongue licked his bottom lip. He kissed back soft though that wasn't what Alfred wanted. He bit his lip making the Brit open his mouth. Alfred shoved his tongue into his mouth tasting his tea had been drinking not all that long ago.

Arthur felt Alfred's hand's trail down his side making his shiver a little. Alfred knew all his sensitive spots and brushed over them making the man under him shake more. He broke away to breath for a moment. "Arthur…" He said panting a tiny bit. Arthur looked at him getting air into his own lungs. "Yes." He muttered.

Alfred went to his neck and kissed it gently. He continued kissing it smiling to himself. "mmm yes to what Arthur?" The shaggy blonde looked at him with much blush covering his face. "Yes, you're damn sexy." His voice was really quiet and muffled. Alfred let him go and began to sit up. He was pulled back down into a light kiss.

"Don't stop love." He smiled shyly and Alfred smirked at him back. "My pleasure." He took off his glasses and put them on the side table near Arthur's book and tea.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So this was just a thing I thought of when bored. And the cure for boredom is anime! xD Specifically Fanfiction. (Both reading and writing) I was looking at some I heart NY Pjs and thought about hetalia, thinking whoever wore these loved Alfred. And then came this little fic. I hoped you enjoyed it!