I'll try to do my best considering this is the first USxUK thing I've written! Oh and I'm thinking Alfred is about 16/17ish here. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Alfred! Don't you think you are getting a bit too old for this!"
Arthur sighed and peered down at his not-so-little brother, who was settling himself down and getting comfy in HIS bed. It was one of those nights where Alfred insisted that he was too scared to sleep on his own and came crawling into Arthur's bed, despite the fact that he was a perfectly capable and healthy young man.
"Of course not! You know how scared I get."
Alfred yawned and pulled the covers up his nose.
"But Alfred, you're no longer a child! You're a man now, and you need to start acting like one! I mean, I don't go creeping into Francis' bed whenever I get spooked!"
Alfred smiled at the thought of a frantic Arthur bursting into Francis' room and jumping into his bed.
"It'd be pretty funny if you did. Well good night, Arthur!"
And with that being said, Alfred rolled on his side and snuggled into the covers, proceeding to drift off into a peaceful slumber, much to the Englishman's dismay. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The night was calm and serene, the only sounds that were heard were the soft rustling of the trees and the occasional hoot of an owl. It seemed the whole world was asleep, everyone except Arthur that is. Propped up against the headboard with his hands behind his head, he dazed out into the night sky, so brightly lighted by the silver moon. Usually, Arthur had no trouble falling asleep, however, that was not the case tonight. He sat contemplating and thinking. All was not well in the colonies. The people were becoming restless and demanding more freedom, more representation on their part. Threats of separation had sprung up, which both concerned and frightened Arthur at the same time. He wanted to make sure that the colonies remained loyal to the king, their true leader, and yet, he was scared. Scared that his dear brother would one day turn against him.
Arthur turned towards his sleeping companion. But he wouldn't do that, not Alfred. Not the boy whom he had raised to be a splendid young man. There was too much trust between them. Too much love.
Arthur smiled and gently stroked Alfred's face, like a proud parent or a star-struck lover.
Suddenly, Alfred groaned and rolled over on top of Arthur, trapping him under his weight.
Arthur could feel his face redden as Alfred softly kneed him, causing an unintentional stir in his breeches.
"Alfred! Alfred! Get off me!" Arthur whispered, tugging at his intruder's shoulders. But to no avail, Alfred kept on snoozing, blissfully unaware.
Arthur shrugged, he couldn't believe that his brother had out grown him to the point where he couldn't even push him off!
He tried to stiffle a moan as Alfred's knee kept rubbing against his groin, due to all of his unsuccessful attempts at freeing himself.
Arthur mentally slapped himself. How could Alfred be turning him on like this!? And yet, despite his inner most protests, his hard-on was in serious need of some attention. His hand snaked it's way down his breeches and took hold of his firm cock, begging for assistance.
"Please don't let Alfred notice, please don't let Alfred notice!" He repeated inside his head as he pumped his hand up and down, relieving himself
But all the motion beneath him caused Alfred to stir. Groggily rubbing his eyes, he blinked a few times and gazed up to find a very flustered looking Arthur with bright, pink tinted cheeks. But what was he doing on top of him? Ah he must have rolled over in his sleep.
"Oh sorry, Arthur, I must have-" but as he hoisted himself up and off of the older nation, Arthur's little guilty activity came into clear view.
For what seemed like forever, neither of them said anything. Instead, Arthur simply lay put, with his hand down his pants and everything, and Alfred merely stared.
"..." "..." "Ah! I'm sorry, I'll leave!" "No! Ah! Really I shouldn't have!" "I'm sorry! Really!" "No! Really! I'm sorry for all this!"
Show Me What It's Like Part 1
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"Alfred! Don't you think you are getting a bit too old for this!"
Arthur sighed and peered down at his not-so-little brother, who was settling himself down and getting comfy in HIS bed. It was one of those nights where Alfred insisted that he was too scared to sleep on his own and came crawling into Arthur's bed, despite the fact that he was a perfectly capable and healthy young man.
"Of course not! You know how scared I get."
Alfred yawned and pulled the covers up his nose.
"But Alfred, you're no longer a child! You're a man now, and you need to start acting like one! I mean, I don't go creeping into Francis' bed whenever I get spooked!"
Alfred smiled at the thought of a frantic Arthur bursting into Francis' room and jumping into his bed.
"It'd be pretty funny if you did. Well good night, Arthur!"
And with that being said, Alfred rolled on his side and snuggled into the covers, proceeding to drift off into a peaceful slumber, much to the Englishman's dismay.
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The night was calm and serene, the only sounds that were heard were the soft rustling of the trees and the occasional hoot of an owl. It seemed the whole world was asleep, everyone except Arthur that is. Propped up against the headboard with his hands behind his head, he dazed out into the night sky, so brightly lighted by the silver moon. Usually, Arthur had no trouble falling asleep, however, that was not the case tonight. He sat contemplating and thinking. All was not well in the colonies. The people were becoming restless and demanding more freedom, more representation on their part. Threats of separation had sprung up, which both concerned and frightened Arthur at the same time. He wanted to make sure that the colonies remained loyal to the king, their true leader, and yet, he was scared. Scared that his dear brother would one day turn against him.
Arthur turned towards his sleeping companion. But he wouldn't do that, not Alfred. Not the boy whom he had raised to be a splendid young man. There was too much trust between them. Too much love.
Arthur smiled and gently stroked Alfred's face, like a proud parent or a star-struck lover.
Suddenly, Alfred groaned and rolled over on top of Arthur, trapping him under his weight.
Arthur could feel his face redden as Alfred softly kneed him, causing an unintentional stir in his breeches.
"Alfred! Alfred! Get off me!" Arthur whispered, tugging at his intruder's shoulders. But to no avail, Alfred kept on snoozing, blissfully unaware.
Arthur shrugged, he couldn't believe that his brother had out grown him to the point where he couldn't even push him off!
He tried to stiffle a moan as Alfred's knee kept rubbing against his groin, due to all of his unsuccessful attempts at freeing himself.
Arthur mentally slapped himself. How could Alfred be turning him on like this!? And yet, despite his inner most protests, his hard-on was in serious need of some attention. His hand snaked it's way down his breeches and took hold of his firm cock, begging for assistance.
"Please don't let Alfred notice, please don't let Alfred notice!"
He repeated inside his head as he pumped his hand up and down, relieving himself
But all the motion beneath him caused Alfred to stir. Groggily rubbing his eyes, he blinked a few times and gazed up to find a very flustered looking Arthur with bright, pink tinted cheeks.
But what was he doing on top of him? Ah he must have rolled over in his sleep.
"Oh sorry, Arthur, I must have-" but as he hoisted himself up and off of the older nation, Arthur's little guilty activity came into clear view.
For what seemed like forever, neither of them said anything. Instead, Arthur simply lay put, with his hand down his pants and everything, and Alfred merely stared.
"..."
"..."
"Ah! I'm sorry, I'll leave!"
"No! Ah! Really I shouldn't have!"
"I'm sorry! Really!"
"No! Really! I'm sorry for all this!"