A/N Finally it is up! I hope you all enjoy the story!

And also a thank you to cgal120 for the inspiration to write this story! There is lemon later on in this chapter just to warn you all! ;3

I do not own anything! Hetalia and its characters are owned by Hima-Papa

Chapter 1- Desperate Measures (Part 1)

It was a typical day at the world meeting in Washington D.C. All the countries were sprouting off new ideas to help and aide other nations that were in turmoil and out of shape. Everyone was in volunteer all except the country's host who was absolutely bored and reckless disturbing his British boyfriend.

"IGGY! IGGY! IGGY!"

America whispered in his boyfriend's ear, grabbing the Brit's attention. He was trying to not disrupt Germany's speech of global economics and treasuring the single dollar proposed by Switzerland. England, disturbed as always, was getting flustered at America. To finally pipe the lad down he simply answered him back quietly by trying not to disturb the speeches in progress, "What is it America we are in a middle of a meeting. If it's another 'oh I'm so bored I will die out of boredom' moment then belt up. Let us just get through with the meeting."

America shook off the Brit's comment and replied back happily giving out his signature hundred-dollar wat smile, "Pack your bags babe, we are going on a road trip!" A road trip really? England wasn't prepared at all on that predicament. He was staying at a local hotel down the road. It was probably America's crazy idea for some sort of date. They just had a date yesterday. The American showered him in chocolates, flowers, everything. All except four little words: will you marry me. The British nation was too impatient for the day to finally come but he would be determined to wait until the moment was perfect. When America made plans for dates they were either of the following: a trip to McDonalds which England absolutely hated, a movie of America's choice (action,horror,comedy) none of England's favorite genres, or some sort of dangerous stunt. They went sky diving, rafting, skiing, skating, anything filled with adventure that the American adored. He loved the feel of adrenaline flowing through his veins compared to England as America had quoted the Brit as an 'old man' who loved his embroidery, books, and yucky water called tea. England did love his git of a boyfriend by making him happy attending these extreme dates; but right now England was not looking forward for this surprise not one bit.

"We just had your crazy Valentine's Day date why another? You know we are in a meeting right now America. But if you insist on doing something that just has to wait then."

America looked bummed and rested his head on the table crossing his arms as leverage.

"Damn meetings. But yeah, I guess."

England tried slapping his boyfriend's arm perking him to pay attention toward the meeting, "Yes now just pay attention you git or Germany will blow a fuse like no tomorrow!"

During the course of the meeting England was in 'good student' mode taking good notes and memos for his bosses while his lovely American was bored out of his mind grumbling about wanting the time to hurry up. Every tick of the clock was drowning the American crazy. He even noticed the arm looked like it hadn't moved at all. Time was not his friend. The young boisterous American couldn't take waiting anymore. He crumbled up a piece of paper from his memo pad throwing the crushed up ball recklessly at the talking, serious German. "Finish up German!" Everyone was silenced after that incident shocked with all they just had witnessed. The German looked very disturbed that he was interrupted from his speech. England was just as embarrassed as the German himself from his boyfriend's idiocy. "America that was completely uncalled for!"

The Brit continued slapping America's arm as punishment. And boy did that throw had done wonders, America didn't control his strength and left a little mark of the paper's lining on the German's head. After rubbing the lines away the German got back on the balls of his feet and replied back rashly, "Scheiße, America you dummkopf! What is the meaning of this?! Is this is how you respect your fellow guests?! We are trying to work together to solve the world's problems not start them! Do we have a problem?"

It was up to England to save the day. Sighing the English nation stood up and apologetically stared back at the German nation, "I apologize for this git's offence sir please continue." Coming from England, who was a very sincere nation, the German allowed the apology. "Alright, I expect you keep a better eye on him, I don't want any more ruckuses. We understood?" Both anglo-nations nodded in approval then German went back to where he left off continuing his power-point on the computer. Wow that was embarrassing. Everyone was giving England stares, especially France who was giving him the eye. "Oh you better watch out Angleterre. I wouldn't want our little American to get into any more trouble, non?" The English nation just plainly ignored the French man and rapidly wrote a side note to his idiot of a boyfriend. After finishing, he passed the note quietly to the side so the American could get an easy access.

Git do you want us to start another war with Ludwig? I'm finally on good terms with him, one wrong turn and he will go berserk!

America raised his eyebrow upon reading the message and quickly wrote his response and handed it back towards the Brit.

All he does is yell at us and half the time I have no idea what the HELL he's saying. Bleh bleh bleh, global warming, world economy, wars, whatever. Nobody ever does anything to fix problems, anyway. I'm hungry. Let's ditch!

Was America serious? As the host country that was appalling. There were things to do, work to get done. There was no time to start this 'date' that England wasn't looking forward to now.

Alfred as personified countries we have to do what is best for us and others don't act so selfish. As for your stomach it can handle another 30 minutes really? I promise we'll have some 'fun' for later but right now work first.

From that little conceited message, America was infuriated and horridly wrote his note almost breaking his pen from gushing and splattering his 'almost-written' notes.

Don't say that I don't get that. I want what's best for my citizens Artie. Like DUH. But these meetings don't solve anything do they? No, and half the time they don't even end with an agreement. I just want food Iggy ;-;

England quickly disregarded to continue writing messages to America. He didn't want to get caught and start another brawl with Germany. The English nation finally started to get on track and continued to take more notes on Germany's speech of education. Minutes later, England was very proud of himself getting enough material to help improve his educational system.

America has been a bit quiet for awhile.

The English nation sneakily turned his head around finding that his boyfriend was cheating off his notes and copying down every single word. England took the initiative hiding his memos in his briefcase and started again to write another message to America.

Ludwig is suspecting that we are passing notes. For your notes, you are on your own love you have enough brains to write a few words on paper.

Alfred grumbled again and started to get bored. He was the host nation. He should have the right to quickly end the meeting; but he couldn't at this moment in order to not upset his boyfriend. There were a few more minutes of the meeting left anyways so the American nation bought time doodling on his and England's message note. The American ended up doodling a picture of his boyfriend with his massive eyebrows shooting huge lazars out of them. Alfred was very infatuated with Arthur's eyebrows. They are like two humongous bricks on his face. Arthur couldn't help it; but they do look cute whenever the said English nation pouted putting his eyebrows in that little cute position. Also, finding out a month before when Alfred visited Arthur that his eyebrows are his erogenous zone. That made the American laugh, how cute. He was one lucky guy to have someone with eyebrows such as those. From admiring his handy work, the American couldn't help but laugh trying to cover up the noise by clamping his mouth up. But it was too late. Alfred couldn't control himself laughing and our fellow German caught America in the act.

"Is there something you would like to share with us America?"

The German walked around to where America was sitting and snatched up the crumpled note away trying to know the source of the laughter. From his suspicions he was right the lovely 'host to the most' was goofing off again doodling while he was giving a very important speech. The German turned the piece of paper around and showed everyone the embarrassing picture of England shooting beams from his eyebrows. England could never be anymore embarrassed. He caught the phrase 'EYEBROW POWERS' written underneath the doodle and blushed redder than all of Spain's tomatoes combined. All of the other countries chime together in laughter and started putting their fingers up to their eyebrows to mimic the picture especially France and Spain who were prancing around the room trying to play a pretend eyebrow battle.

"Oh god."

England slammed his head on the table and started to drown out the noise hoping it all will go away soon. From all of this America couldn't help but feel bad, hurting England's feelings. It was just a joke really, he really didn't mean it. It was just an appreciation of his huge, caterpillar, fuzzy-wuzzy brows. They were very 'out-there'. He should be the only one joking about England, no one else. Without further ado the American started to lose his temper and quickly shot up from his seat.

"SHUSH YO MOUTHS! You all dare laugh at the mighty British Empire? And me? Psh, remember, over two hundred more nukes than anyone else..." From that harsh comment England automatically sat up from his seat trying to get America to calm and settle down.

"Please America, you don't need to cause a scene. Please sit down!"

America just couldn't follow orders. He wanted the teasing and mockery to stop. He ended up giving death stares at both France and Spain. Both countries got the message quickly and started to settle in their seats promoting the rest of the room to follow suit. America looked very satisfied from his heroic comeback and started to sit back down in his seat, "Yeah, remember the nukes."

He used his pointer finger towards all of the nations especially towards his Russian rival. "America, shut it!"

His British boyfriend reprimanded the American by slapping his arm once more. Across the room Russia didn't look any frightful compared to the others. He simply smiled back and started to write more notes annoying the American further; but America simply ignored that prick's action and started to get back to business. "Okay I guess everyone is back on track I hope for the final time!"

Germany gave horrid stares at all the other nations to get them back into gear which indeed surely worked. "Let us begin with suggestions with how we could help the damage control about the hurricanes. Japan could you give us your feedback please?"

"Hai. Of course."

Japan promptly rose from his seat and started walking towards the podium taking Germany's position. During the last portion of speeches, Arthur started to grab America's hand under the table and whispered quietly, using his other free hand to try covering up his massive blush. "Thank you."

America returned the favor intertwining their hands together and smiled back. "Road trip."

The American boy whispered back. He couldn't hold himself bouncing in his seat and looking ever so happy for this 'date' that he originally planned to happen soon.

"Calm down."

England smiled giving America's hand a reassuring squeeze back.

After the meeting was finally adjourned the nations calmly cleared out of the room, some headed to the nursery down the hall to retrieve their children to go home and some walked straight back to their hotels for the night to leave to their nations early in the morning. "Finally I got some good memos for my government."

England smiled while looking through various memos. He had some valuable information for his boss to be sent immediately. "Government, taxes, healthcare, and education yup it all looks smashing just have to send this to my boss and it's good to go. Oh I have to ask Kiku a quick question can you wait for me outside Alfred?" A simple question really? There was no time for questions! The American's mind was in a flurry. Al sighed loudly and responded back, "What's so important that you have to delay our road trip even more to talk to Kiku? Yeah, he's epic but c'mon." Arthur genially recognized his boyfriend recklessly being impatient. It was cute, like a kid wanting to go see Disney on Ice for the first time. That was a date Arthur could never forget and was downright embarrassing. Alfred was an ecstatic kid watching all the skaters and eating as many sugary snacks he can get a hold of. It was a pleasant night overall besides the awkwardness. But today Alfred wasn't his usual self. He was usually not interested nor never had a problem waiting for Arthur after meetings. Today he was like a totally different person. It was just a simple, quick question it wouldn't take that long really. What was on Alfred's mind?

Alfred has something up his sleeve. He's never been that excited over a date.

"I'll be back soon. Don't twist your knickers. I just have to ask him about trading. My boss is expecting a good quantity of cars in just a few weeks. I know. I know he is. Be back in a bit dear."

Arthur quickly pecked Alfred on the cheek and started walking back towards the room.

"Hurry up!"

Arthur quickly turned his head, smiled back at the American, and continued walking down the lobby. Upon entering the empty meeting room Arthur spotted his Japanese ally who was sorting off his notes while his husband, Heracles, was still sleeping in his seat. During meetings everyone tried to wake the Greek boy up, prompting him to participate. But tough luck, they don't bother waking him since he was a very heavy sleeper.

"Oh Kiku I was wondering if you have all those preparations ready with the export."

The Japanese man quickly brought his notice on his English friend, "Oh hello England-san."

"Kiku the meeting is over we are only allowed to speak to each other by our nation names during meetings remember?"

Arthur smiled at Kiku who quickly swayed his head out of embarrassment. "Oh I apologize Arthur-san but hai all preparations are to be set by tomorrow morning."

"Oh that is excellent thank you. My boss is looking forward for the imports you all are really handy with that machinery…heh."

Now Arthur was the awkward one blushing crazy. He would always play around with the cuffs on his sleeves when he was nervous.

"Is there something else you wish to ask me about Arthur-san?"

Kiku suggested to his British friend. Should he tell about him about Alfred? Kiku was his best friend overall he should at least know what was up.

"It is about Alfred."

Arthur answered back.

"Explain your problem to me I might be of assistance of help. I hope that Alfred-san did not do anything hurtful."

Japan said sadly.

"Oh no!"

Preventing any confusion Arthur waved his hands rapidly, "Nothing like that all."

"I am listening Arthur-san."

Arthur quickly told Kiku all of Alfred's actions during the meeting, the unexpected road trip, the excitedness, Alfred becoming a totally different person entity, everything. Was this a sign? Arthur was becoming nervous. Out of all of these dates Alfred hadn't once propose to him yet. They have been dating at least over ten years. He was trying to give hints and romantic gestures to grab the American's attention about marriage, but nothing. Even on Valentine's day, the most romantic day of all the American did not budge those four words to the Brit. His boyfriend was as dense as ever like a sack of Germany's potatoes. Arthur would love for Alfred to propose, settle down, and possibly have children in the future like the other nations. Since nations can give birth, even male nations, Arthur was very happy and exuberated for children. But what about Alfred? Everyone except for himself and Alfred are already or planning to have families. Even that frog was settled down with a child. Was Alfred ready for that responsibility? Of marriage, family, life in general?

"What if he doesn't love me Kiku?"

Arthur started crying, wiping off the tears on his sleeve. Kiku calmly placed his hand on his friend's shoulder trying to cheer him up. "I am positively sure he loves you. Remember back at the meeting Arthur-san? About how he stood up for you? It just proves that."

"But I'm just getting very impatient I want us to be happy like you and Heracles."

Kiku smiled and replied back, "In time do tell you just have to be patient. I am sure it will all pay off as soon as you think." Arthur smiled back feeling a little bit better than before and thanked Kiku. Later Arthur, Kiku, and Heracles, it really took Kiku to mention cooking his delicious gyros when they got back to the hotel to wake the Greek up, started to leave the room together.

Waiting in the lobby Alfred couldn't take it anymore. How long had it been twenty minutes, thirty? The American was rapidly pacing back and forth through the lobby hoping his boyfriend can walk out of the door any moment now. He really wanted to get this road trip started. There were places to go, sights to see. Valuable time was falling out of the American's fingers.

"That delicious Brit better hurry!"

After that being said, out of luck he spotted his British boyfriend walking back towards the exit along with Kiku and Heracles.

"Alright thanks for letting me know Kiku. I except everything will be in tip top shape."

"Hai Arthur-san they will be all neatly organized as possible."

Coming towards the exit Kiku spotted out Alfred, "Oh good after-noon Alfred-san I apologize for stalling Arthur-san. Alright we'll give you both some privacy." Before they took their departure, Kiku quickly whispered into Arthur's ear, "Remember what we talk about Arthur-san."

"Oh okay thanks I'll try."

The Japanese nation smiled and started walking out with his Greek husband intertwining their hands to their hotel across the street.

"Cya bro!"

The ecstatic American shouted, waving his hand. Both nations turned around waving and continued walking back to the hotel. "What he did he whisper?"

Alfred grabbed Arthur's attention.

"IS HE RELEASING A VIDEO GAME I DON'T KNOW ABOUT!?"

Oh boys and their games. Alfred and Kiku are gaming nerds. Whenever Kiku shipped out a new game Alfred was the first to grab dibs translating it and finally selling them around his country. Arthur blushed and responded back, "Oh no something different, it's nothing to worry about." At that being said the American, oblivious as ever, just gave all smiles giving Arthur a breather. "Change of subject you said a road trip right? You are a lucky bastard that this meeting is in your country I have my belongings back at the hotel. Where are we going exactly?"

The suspicious trip prompted the curious, English nation to raise one of his brick eyebrows. "It's going to be a surprise, but just know that we are going to more than one place! NOW GO PACK! I'll bring the car around the front of the hotel and wait for you!" Arthur sighed and replied back, "Alright drive me back to the hotel so I can retrieve my belongings." The hotel Arthur was staying at was down the road. It was a long walk on foot so driving would be the easiest and fastest way. Alfred nodded and started to run out to the parking lot to retrieve his car. Knowing Alfred all the boy's cars were high, flashy, and in your face. It was awkward driving when Alfred insisted on going to one of his beaches in his hummer. That car could cause attraction for miles end. But this time the car Alfred selected was different. It was a very casual black convertible, the ones that everyone drove daily. Al stopped his car off the curb and started to get out opening the passenger's seat for his so called 'princess'. "Hop in!"

Now seriously where is the real Alfred?

"Alfred I'm not a bloody girl I can simply open the door for myself!"

Arthur blushed and started to walk in the car mumbling about his lack of masculinity. Alfred replied in the defensive, "Just trying to be a good boyfriend."

He closed up Arthur's door and ran off towards the driver's seat starting to drive off to the hotel. Coming to the hotel Al pulled up on the curb off the sidewalk allowing the Brit an easy access to get out.

"Want me to come in with you?"

Arthur started climbing out the car and rashly replied back, "Oh no, no I got everything under control. Wait here, okay?"

Al gave his approval as Arthur closed the car's door and rapidly went inside the hotel to get his luggage and belongings. While waiting Alfred started to blast the radio thumping his fingers against the steering wheel to buy time. Looking in the mirror it appeared he was 'over-dressed' for the rest of the day. He reached over the back seat for his duffel pulling out some casual clothing to put on. Moments later after dressing in the car, Al found his adorable Brit coming out of the hotel who seemed to be having trouble carrying his luggage. It looked cute that he was trying; but he really couldn't handle carry all of those into the car in one trip. Al smiled and started to get out of the car aiding Arthur. He quickly took all the bags out of Arthur's hands putting them in the back of this trunk. "Ready?"

"Alfred I just said I didn't need any help!"

"Didn't look to me that you didn't need help~!"

Al smiled back. Both boys got back in the car after their little argument and buckled in. "Alright, can you at least prepare me to where we are going perhaps?"

"Hmmm, well I probably should've told you to dress more casually."

Arthur just noticed that Alfred changed into a brand new outfit while he was out collecting his things. Casual huh? Arthur saw that Alfred was wearing baggy denim jeans, some sort of superhero t-shirt, and some obnoxious converses that were blue with white stripes on the side. Where was this poor boy's jacket? Arthur 'I spied' a light jacket in the back seat that didn't like it could be that warm. It was the middle of February and D.C's weather wasn't clearing up one bit, especially the temperature. Arthur angrily replied back, "Well I didn't expect to be randomly forced into a crazy road trip! I only packed what was necessary for the meeting! Wait, how long will this 'date' be?"

Arthur quickly took out his blackberry and searched through his calendar. It turned out that his boss gave him the week off after the meeting. "You are lucky git! Apparently my boss wants me to take a vacation so I guess I have no choice," Arthur sighed in defeat.

"Well, guess we gotta shop, huh?! And yes, I did get changed in the car, just gunna answer that before you ask. The trip will be a little long, but it'll be fun, I promise! AND I CAN'T TELL YOU, IT'S A SURPRISE! But it should be a bit obvious."

Alfred smiled and started to put the car into gear leaving the hotel. "Fine! Take me to one of your silly out lit shopping districts. What do I need exactly?"

"Casual!"

"We can go to aero or hot topic since you like that punk stuff or any store they have."

"Alfred? What the bloody hell is aero?"

Alfred answered eagerly, "AEROPOSTALE, HAVE YOU NOT- you'll see. TO THE MALLLL!"

Alfred shifted his gears and started to rapidly drive to the nearest mall in the DC area.

"Fine! Fine! I get it. Just get me to a bloody store!"

"And you're getting lots of V-necks."

"Alfred I can at least pick my own clothing thank you very much. I don't need your own bloody opinion." This trip was turning out weirder than Arthur expected it. Slumping in the passenger's seat he overheard Alfred reminding constantly to get a V-neck shirt. What was so special about them anyway?

After a few stop lights later, the boys finally found a close shopping district. Alfred pulled in the parking lot trying his best to find a close, good spot but was having no luck whatsoever. "Love my citizens but why can't they let their nation have a damn parking spot?" Alfred was getting frustrated not finding any open spots. "I don't possibly know why," Arthur sighed, "You know we have to act like regular humans. No one except our bloody bosses and government knows about us." The one and only rule of being the personification of a nation was to never reveal your true identity. It prevented many disasters so it was better to be kept in secrecy. All the nations around the world live, act, and breathe like civil humans. The only difference was they are immortal. There were a few chances of a country to parish from wars, and they could get sick based off any environmental, economic damage happening in their lands. Alfred was sad from that reminder that his poor people to not know his identity. He slumped back in his seat and tried again looking for any available spot in the parking lot. Arthur found a car leaving from a good spot he tried to get Alfred's attention by pointing towards the direction, "Look you idiot! Someone is finally leaving!" Al turned his head, spotting out a car about to leave. Alfred automatically tried to close in to steal the spot; but unfortunately of one of his citizens rammed in the spot, blocking him off guard. "Watch it asshole!" The driver called back. "I love my citizens," Al twitched his eye, "Aren't they so lovely?"

Arthur sighed ignoring his bad grammar and continued searching for any other available spots. Luckily the boys found another spot, parked the car, and Alfred immediately dragged Arthur toward the entrance causing a scene as usual. "Alfred let go! Unhand me you idiot!" Al kept laughing enjoying the moment. In any typical American shopping mall there were many stores varying from shoes, toys, electronic appliances, food, etc. But the boys aren't here for fun and games. Arthur needed proper clothes for this so called 'date'. Walking through the mall Alfred pointed out the Aero store and they walked in looking through the racks of clothing varying from capris, polo shirts, and swimsuit trunks. It almost the end of February and they are already getting the summer attire wear out. Strange.

"What is so bloody special about this store anyways?"

Arthur found a pair of trousers that look a bit loose around the waist. He spotted a model poster on the store's wall wearing these trousers and it looked like they were falling off his figure. Those look like a total turnoff towards the Brit. "Hmm not my style, do lads actually wear their trousers that low hanging off their arses! That's disgusting!"

"SORRY FOR TRYING TO BE THOUGHTFUL!"

Al was a bit sad that Arthur wasn't into his type of style of clothing. But something caught the English man's attention across the way. The store was a 'hot topic' the store that Alfred mentioned earlier. Looking through the windows he found a legit union jack shirt that he really wanted in his possession. "Alfred. I want to go there." Alfred turned his head around and saw the 'hot topic store and smiled. The Anglo-American pair ran off to the doors of the store and started to look around. To Arthur he was like a kid in a candy store. There were so many interesting graphic tee designs of many bands from his country and lots of union jack items. He wanted it all in his grasp. Looking through his possessions he felt a bit of nostalgia, "Wow these remind me of my punk days. I do need some new clothes after all and don't worry a tic I got all the expenses covered." He reassured Alfred that he didn't have go into any trouble to pay for his merchandize. Arthur went straight to one of the changing rooms to make sure everything fitted right while Alfred sat by the counter making small talk with the cashier lady who had pink hair and multiple piercings. Alfred suddenly remembered that Arthur forgot to take one more thing in the changing room. He found a union jack v-neck off the rack hoping it was his size. It looked kind of tiny but Arthur was tiny anyways. He recklessly threw it over Arthur's room for him to try on. Really Alfred and v-necks, it was his addiction. "Why the bloody hell v-necks Alfred? I have enough sweater vests in my luggage! They are like the same thing!"

Arthur yelled back from his room.

"NO SWEATER VESTS!"

"Fine!"

Arthur gave up and just randomly slipped on the union jack v-neck for that git to shut him up. After getting his attire on, Arthur opened the door from his room and stepped out seeing Alfred blushing like a lobster. "What do you think? And don't you lie you git!" Alfred was stunned as ever. His adorable Brit in his cute, perfect fit union jack v-neck and some rockin converses. He went with the original black ones, and those pants he selected out. Damn. Those pants look so hot, fitting all of his curves the right way. They were so tight. Alfred wanted to treasure this wonderful moment. Still not getting a response back Arthur started to get angry, "What? It looks terrible doesn't it? I look ridiculous don't I?" The sidetracked American came back to reality shaking his head in denial. He turned his head from the side blushing, "D-da U-Uh…You look hot."

"Git!"

Arthur blushed back trying to cover himself up. The cashier girl was having the time of her life giggling behind the counter. That made her day. "I'll wear these for now. I have more clothes I want to purchase in the changing stall. I'll go get them." Alfred nodded in consent before Arthur left to retrieve his purchases while the cashier lady was still laughing up a storm. Arthur arrived back placing the paying counter with a mountain of clothing loaded with many graphic tees, pants, and accessories."A-are you sure you don't want me to pay?"

Alfred asked one last time just to be sure. Whatever Arthur's total was it must have cost a fortune. He almost bought the entire store, really. "Yes Alfred I'm okay. I have enough." Arthur diligently paid for his purchases and both the boys left out of the mall returning back to Alfred's car. Alfred being a nice boyfriend as he was helped out half of Arthur's bags stuffing them in the trunk of his car. After that little fiasco at the hotel he didn't want to take the chance of disturbing Arthur anymore. Getting on Arthur's bad side was scary. There were literally no words to describe it. "Alright, now our road trip can finally begin!"

Alfred said excitedly pumping one of his fists in the air. "Alright mister navigator can you please let me bloody know what our destination is?"

Arthur asked curiously. Pulling out the mall Arthur didn't get any response. He just sighed very loudly and continued slouching back in his seat waiting for whatever was happening. For a couple minutes of driving, Arthur found an 'airport coming up' sign. "Alfred I thought we are driving somewhere close what the hell are we going to the airport?" Alfred waved off Arthur's question. "We'll be driving! Just we have to take a plane first! But it's okay, I managed to smooze us a private jet, you don't wanna know WHAT I had to do to get it."

"Fine!"

Arthur replied, "But I thought your boss will give you what to do call it 'the hookup' my boss supplies me with whatever I need."

"PSH, me? A hookup?"

"Is that what you bloody Americans call it?"

Arthur asked confused.

"Yeah, but I don't get them from my boss! Probably something to do with lack of effort of my job or some shit like that."

The American shrugged.

"Oh that makes sense perfectly."

Arthur said sarcastically mocking the American's temper.

"BUT WHATEVER. I GOT IT!"

Coming up the airport the regular, average person would park their car in the parking lot right? But not for Alfred F. Jones! He was the completely opposite. He ramped up the gas pedal to break down the fence of the airport's borders driving all the way up the runway towards their private jet. Alfred kept driving as fast he can towards the plane scaring Arthur out of his knickers. "Alfred! Stop! This is absurd!" Alfred kept driving trying to avoid the workers and luggage carts. "All you do is moan, bitch, complain…I got dis!" Nation or not Alfred will get in serious trouble and be fined for reckless driving.

I must stop this!

Arthur had no choice. He reached out for the steering wheel, trying to gain access to the car. Alfred immediately slapped his arm away. "BAD ARTHUR! I GOT DIS!"

"Oh no you don't!"

Arthur went to drastic measures. He unclipped his seat belt and went to get to sit in Alfred's lap, trying to steer the car properly around to the parking lot. "NOOOO!" Alfred gently tried pushing Arthur back to his seat. Arthur didn't give up. He kept coming to attempt to steal the wheel back. "Alfred!" Arthur unfortunately spun the car out of control causing the workers to distance themselves from the chaos. "Just bloody park in the godforsaken parking lot now!"

"NOOO!"

Just a few more.

Finally! Spotting out the private jet, Al rashly stepped on the breaks screeching the car to a halt, plummeting Arthur to his side of the car. "There it is!" Al jumped out of the car carrying as many bags as he can towards the plane while Arthur was complaining about how they almost died and caused a ruckus. "Don't go crying to me when your car is towed away!"

"I don't care about the car really; but I am kind of scared about how they'll charge me for running down the fence to get onto the runway."

Coming up the plane, Al gave the workers a good hello and started handing them the luggage. Both boys boarded the plane and sat in their comfy seats waiting for the flight to begin; but Arthur was still mad at Alfred. What a day the meeting, the shopping, and now the rapid road rage on the airport's runaway. What could possibly happen next? Alfred kept annoying Arthur as always by poking his cheek constantly to finally get his attention. "Don't look so glum baby."

"Stop that!"

Arthur removed Alfred's hand. "I'm just mad you are still not telling me where we are going is all!" Alfred smiled back to the Brit placing one of Arthur's hands on his chest. "I'll give you a hint. Think about it." That damn American making the Brit blushing again like a schoolgirl. "What is that supposed to mean?" Arthur grabbed his hand back in possession, swaying his head back and forth. "Nevermind." What a long day the British man felt so tired worse than the jet lag. He placed his head on the American's shoulder to rest for a bit. "Wake me up when we land alright?"

Alfred smiled back, "Sure."

A few hours later, the plane finally landed. Alfred tried to nudge Arthur's elbow to wake him up from his slumber, "Babe. Babe wake up!" From the constant shaking the Brit finally started to wake up. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes the Brit figured out it was nighttime just by judging by the open, dark windows. "What? Here already?"

"Yup!"

Alfred nodded.

"The destination isn't TOO far away from D.C!"

Looking through the windows Arthur spotted out many lit up buildings. The only city he could probably guess was New York. "Alfred, are we in New York?" Again the American bobbed his head rapidly as a 'yes'. "What are we doing in New York?"

"You'll see! C'mon! We have the whole city to explore!"

Right away Alfred grabbed Arthur's hand and quickly the duo departed off the plane and headed towards the airport exit. "We just have to go out front of the airport to get to our rental car!" At the front of the airport's entrance waiting for the rental car to appear Arthur couldn't pinpoint out their luggage. Where are they? "Alfred where is our luggage?"

"Don't worry about it!"

Al pointed in the direction with the workers carrying in their luggage into the car. "Already taken care of!"

"Okay that was alittle helpful"

The Brit admitted blushing.

"I know you so well. Don't I Artie?

The American caused the Brit to blush even more. "Oh. I guess do you do. Idiot."

After everything was settled, Alfred drove the rental out of the airport towards downtown New York. "Alright we are in New York what do you want to show me?"

"Everything!"

Alfred smiled back. But everything would have to be on hold till tomorrow since it was very late. "Did you plan a place for us to stay for the night?"

Arthur asked covering his mouth from yawning. Alfred nodded back, "Yup!" He yawned out the rest of his sentence, "The best hotel in the city!~" After a few minutes of driving Alfred pulled the rental towards the curb close by the hotel. They quickly got out of the rental. Al gave his keys to the valet and the bag boys charged in, bringing their bags up to their room. Arthur raised an eyebrow shocked by what was happening. Alfred grabbed the Brit's hand and guided him into the lovely hotel lobby to sign in. "What room sir?"

The desk clerk asked.

"Penthouse!"

Alfred replied shocking Arthur once again. "Oh yes, under Jones is that correct?" Alfred nodded in approval and received his room key card from the clerk. After receiving the information and items, the clerk pointed the direction to where they can get to their room or to put it frankly, floor. Both boys took the clerk's advice and started walking towards the elevator. "Penthouse?"

Arthur asked while walking towards the elevator. Alfred nodded back again, "Only the best for you!" Arthur blushed back, "Alfred how did you do this? You know I could chip in too since I'm staying here."

With them staying in a very expensive room made Arthur look like the bad guy, mooching off his boyfriend by getting the easy way out. "I've been saving money from my paychecks for three years now, I have some extra money."

"Wow I never thought. You really didn't have to do this."

Arthur tried to prevent the American from noticing his obscene blushing. "Don't worry about it, kay?"

Once Alfred pushed the button, the elevator dinged open letting the boys climb in. While inside, out of curiosity, Arthur clicked the top button. Their floor. The door ringed open again to their floor and Alfred absent mildly started to sprint towards the double-dickered doors at the end of the hall way. "Race you to the room!"

"Wait! Alfred! No it's childish!"

From Arthur's outburst caused Alfred to abruptly stop in his tracks in the middle of the hall way. "Oh afraid the mighty British Empire will be beaten?" The American mocked the said nation.

"Alright if it would shut your mouth, fine!", Arthur replied back. For revenge the English nation gave himself a head start, running towards the doors claiming his triumph. "Hey!"

The shocked American was stunned being played at. So time to kick it up a notch! Alfred ran fast as he could passing the British man. While running he turned around sticking his tongue out in victory. But knowing Alfred he does not watch where he was going. Without noticing the fold on the rug by their door he accidentally tripped and fell on the floor following Arthur. Both their bodies intertwined on the floor gasping out in pain. "Ow!"

"Damnit Alfred!"

Arthur tried rubbing the pain away from his scalp. He was going to have a big bruise in the morning. Aside from the pain, Arthur just noticed the position they were in. Arthur was mainly straddling Alfred's hips. Their bodies were very close to one another. Arthur continued blushing and rolled off the American before Al gained consciousness. That was some fall. Alfred was lucky that Texas wasn't hurt in the progress. He placed his lop-sided glasses back to its right position and later started to get up. He turned back towards Arthur offering his hand for assistance. "Thanks."

Al grabbed the card key from his back pocket and slid the card in for access. The door rang again for approval and opened the door allowing both boys to walk in and see what they, or mainly Alfred, paid his money for. And boy all that saving really paid off! The place was so fancy, spacious, everything about it looked flawless! Arthur couldn't believe it. He noticed the spacious living room and this enormous telly on the wall. Arthur later found all of their pieces luggage was piled up in the center of the room. Better take care of that later. "Look at this place!"

Alfred said running around the place.

"IT IS SO AMAZING!"

"Wow it is roomy..I guess"

Arthur replied hiding his excitement, trying to be the mature one out of the group.

"Mmhmm!"

Al replied back walking to the grand doors of the master bedroom. Opening both doors both boys saw the room fit for royalty. There were couple dressers scattered around and an amour to store their clothing and personals. Right next to the door was a desk, just case if a client was to get some work done. But judging these two they wouldn't ever need a desk to get the job done. But the one thing that Alfred didn't take his eyes off was the bed. The bed was an ultra king size fit for the best of the best decked with multiple pillows and fluffy blankets. Alfred couldn't help it jumping on the balls of his feet in excitement. He immediately ran towards the bed falling flat face enjoying the comfort.

"O.M.G. SO. AMAZINGLY. SOFT!~"

"Alfred stop that right now!"

Alfred was such a kid sometimes. Getting giddy off a big bed, how mature. "I'm seriously dating a six year old", Arthur face palmed himself. Alfred took offensive to that by turning his position in the bed facing Arthur, "Why won't you lighten up for once? God, you act like you have a tree trunk up your ass. Something else should be up there but it's not yet so stop complaining!"

"Well you are such a spazz! Where is the bloody 'off' button when you need it!?"

"Well fine, if you want to be like that no fun time tonight!"

"Fine!"

Arthur shouted back sitting at the edge of the bed crossing his legs with his back turned to the annoying American. The night wasn't how Alfred had planned. He needed to start plan B: get sexy Brit not angry so they could break the bed in tonight. Alfred crawled up on all fours toward the end of the bed, sat up, and reached Arthur from behind wrapping his arms around his waist. Whenever Alfred touched him, Arthur felt like he was lit on fire. "Nope still grouchy."

Al whispered back, placing his chin on Arthur's shoulder. The touch. The feel. The heat. Arthur had to fight strong. He cannot lose to Alfred. "I am not!"

"Oh really?"

Alfred cockily smiled back, lowering his hands further down the English man's body to tease by giving him light kisses to his neck. "Oh but you are, you *kiss* need *kiss* to *kiss* loosen *kiss* up *kiss*."

"Alfred..please don't."

From the teasing kisses and exploring hands Arthur started to give in slowly, getting very warm and excited. Alfred instantly smiled in approval noticing the slight bulge in the Englishman's trousers. To make this more interesting he continued down palming the tented bulge, making the Brit moan out loud in pleasure. "Hehehe…that feels good doesn't it baby?"

Arthur couldn't produce any words at the moment. He was about to lose his breath..the pleasure..it felt so good! "Ehh..heh."

"I take that as a yes then."

Alfred smiled smirking against Arthur's shoulder. "Let's see if I can fix your little problem."

He pointed at the Brit's 'needed attention' bulge. Arthur nodded shortly and allowed the American to fully take charge unbuttoning and zipping the black skinny jeans all in swift move finally freeing Arthur's member. Alfred took control and started to pump the shaft in a rapid pace. "Yes!"

Arthur cried out in ecstasy. "Harder!" Alfred obeyed the command pumping even hard and faster than before making Arthur scream out his name. From all of the cries of pleasure, Alfred was now starting to get hard, poking Arthur's behind. He needed to finish this quickly. After a few pumps, Arthur screamed out Alfred's name one last time spilling his seed all over his stomach and parts of his new, expensive clothes.

Calming down a bit from his previous orgasm, Arthur couldn't believe that idiot made him mess up his clothes. They were very expensive! "Look at what you did you idiot!"

"Oh yeah I did!"

Alfred gave is cocky smile back wiping off the excess fluids on his jeans. "No! Look at my clothes you git you messed them up! I just bought these!"

"Oh well tough luck babe. You look good anyways with or without them on!~"

"Why you-"

Alfred closed off Arthur's final words pulling his chin up kissing him deeply. Arthur moaned slightly when he felt the other's tongue run across his lower lip asking for entrance which he gladly accepted; which later turned out them playing with their tongues battling for dominance causing Arthur to lose quickly melting into the sweet bliss. The tongue explored his mouth roughly. Arthur kissed back with less force since he quite liked it when he was being dominated. Their teeth clanked constantly and their movements were getting more frantic by the second. The make out session wasn't enough to consume the hunger they were feeling. Arthur pulled away from the kiss leaving a thin string of salvia that was quickly broken. After wiping this mouth with his arm, Arthur started to give a cocky smile towards Alfred who was giving a devilish smile back. Out of nowhere, Arthur pushed Alfred onto his back, straddling his hips by leaning down and sucking his neck until he was satisfied. The perfect way for revenge, throwing the American off his throne. "Hey watch the skin!"

Alfred said rubbing his sore neck. Arthur snickered back, "That's for ruining my favorite clothes you ninny!" And he continued kissing him back grinding both of their erections together sprouting moans from both. "Oh I see..you wanna play huh?"

Alfred devilishly smiled back promoting the Brit smiling back as well. "Alright..I'll make it up for ya.."

"What?"

Alfred started to roll on his side throwing the Brit on his back. "Sit back and relax baby these next few days are all about you so enjoy." After that being said Alfred started stripping off this loose t-shirt showing off his admiring six-pack to the blushing Brit. Those abs…that muscle..Arthur wanted it so bad. "Alfred..please!"

Alfred understood the message started to help strip off Arthur and himself until they are exposed with no clothing blocking the way. "Do you have anything?"

"I've got it covered."

Alfred reached up to the nightstand's drawer pulling out a condom packet and a bottle of lube. "I've always become prepared!" He waved both items in the Brit's face proving his point. "Alright. Alright. I get it!"

Arthur pushed the items back from his face. Alfred started opening up Arthur's legs to prepare him. He lathered three of his fingers with the lubricant until they were properly ready. Positioning one of his fingers at Arthur's entrance, Alfred slowly drew his index finger inside. After the first the second finger came in. Both digits squirmed inside stretching and causing Arthur to be a bit uncomfortable for the moment. " babe..hold on"

Lastly, inserting the last digit the fingers fumbled around until they reached that exact spot.

"Ahh!"

Arthur said in pleasure, "Again! Please!"

"As you wish my darlin~"

After a few playful pokes to Arthur's prostrate, Alfred drew his fingers back making Arthur sad for the lost. But something else was always better than fingers. Alfred bit the condom packet getting the condom out of its wrapping and placed it snug on his huge member. With a few more strokes lathering his member with the lubricant he was ready. "Ready?"

"Oh God Please!"

Alfred started to push in slowly trying not to hurt his British lover. To make the pain less severe for the Brit, Alfred assisted Arthur's member giving it a few strokes for distraction. It luckily worked until Alfred was completely sheathed inside. "You okay?"

Arthur replied back quickly bobbing his head rapidly. "Yes." Arthur blushing back, "You can move now."

With consent, Alfred nodded back and started to go at a faster pace until he angled to the right spot again producing sparks in the Brit's eyes. "YES..ALFRED..MORE!"

Alfred's thrusting initiated into a quicker pace causing both boys to almost lose their breath. After a few more thrusts Arthur orgasmed again on both of their stomachs and bedding sheets. Alfred followed afterwards, collapsing on the Brit. He caressed his cheek, smiling into those forest gems. "Hehe..I love you Arthur Kirkland.

"I..I love too you Alfred Jones."

Arthur smiled back letting Alfred to lean in for one last good night kiss.

I wonder what Alfred has planned for tomorrow? Tomorrow is another day.

A/N Yeah first chapter! Well do you guys think? Will he propose? ;3 I would love your thoughts and opinions on where it goes. I have up to 9 lengthy chapters done so updates will be weekly! Hope you all enjoyed so far and please rate and review if you wish to see more! And since I'm back to school I will continue to write more and try to continue on what other stories I have not updated in awhile ^^;