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 Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 11:07 am
Whatever, don't say that I'm selfish
But it's okay to scold me a little, you know?....  America had pulled away from his chest, making the feeling of his heart being tugged more prominent. Now he just, stared at the Englishman, making Arthur feel even more uneasy.
Jesus, why is he just staring at me? It's not like he can see anything much anyway.....
Arthur just stared back into the American, trying to see past those bright blue eyes. He could... never read Alfred. Never tell what he was thinking. He never knew if his incredibly cheery demeanour was just a front, or if he had more to say, thought more of everything. He never knew...
America grinned, England pouted.
"I just... have a strong heart..."
He looked away, not really knowing what to say.
You're only going to comment on how fast it's beating?
The sounds of the movie still made their way through the room, but it was more like background noise now, it didn't matter. Within moments, before he had time to think anymore, his lips were pressed against Alfred's.
He froze.
As soon as they connected, such a sensation ran through him, a tingling, twisting, fluttering feeling. His whole body flared up, but he was quick to return the gesture, leaning forward into Alfred, kissing him back. His eyes slipped shut, his chest wavered, and oh, dear God, he couldn't take the heat.
Is this how you've felt this whole time? Is this what you've wanted to show me? What you've needed to tell me?
He kissed down hard.
... Or is it something else?
He broke off abruptly, gazing at Alfred with desperate eyes.
"Why... do you do such stupid things?"You look good with a white horse, right?
Pick me up me with that.
If you got that, serve me, take my hand and call me "my princess"
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 12:05 pm
You're my number one princess in the world
I'll look out for you or you'll wander off, right?  Arthur had returned the kiss. He could now feel his own heart beating fast and hard against his chest as he held England tighter into a more passionate kiss, abandoning the shy one he had started with. That was just a test, but now he knew...
Arthur pulled away.
Wha-? Oh.
Heh, am I really the only one that's stupid?
"It's your fault that I'm not thinking straight."Did he really have to ask? He might have said more, but now that Arthur had pulled away, Alfred just didn't feel satisfied. He'd tasted him once but he wanted more. Talking was just wasting precious time and the strange feelings inside seemed to be taking control. It was becoming harder and harder to think of anything else but the fact he wanted Arthur as close to him as possible and never let go...
Alfred kissed him quickly, but now the sounds of the movie suddenly became apparent.
"I guess we've both lost interest in this, right?"America turned the TV off with the remote just before he could hear the next blood-curdling-scream.
For a moment they were plunged in darkness. Alfred looked in the general direction of the Englishman but he couldn't see anything.
Arthur... why did you kiss me back then, if it was stupid?
Alfred went to switch on the light on the table beside the couch. It meant he had to lean over Arthur to do so. Well he didn't have to, but he wanted to. He didn't straighten up from turning the light on.
Or do you mean to say, why so suddenly?
"I guess I'm just a little slow, is all..."He wasn't sure whether the English nation would understand what he meant by that but he said it anyway.Unexpectedly, I held you tight. That all of a sudden! Eh?
"You'll get run over, it's dangerous," I say as I look the other way
...this here sure is dangerous.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 9:06 am
Whatever, don't say that I'm selfish
But it's okay to scold me a little, you know?.... Not thinking straight? For once, Alfred was finally thinking the way Arthur wanted him to think. He wasn't just seeing things with his eyes, he was... understanding. He was thinking with his heart. He was... different. Not the child Arthur had always seen him as, but wanted to see him as more. Arthur's chest heaved, a tickle running up to his throat as he stared hard at Alfred. He didn't really know what to think. The tickle twisted itself into a knot at his throat, grating words into a waver.
"You're... thinking... You're.. what I.. what I've wanted you to be... to understand..."
to feel.
His words only came out as a staggered mumble, not sure if Alfred even understood half of it. This didn't make sense. For so long Alfred's been this self-righteous, big nation, oblivious to any of Arthur's hints, gestures, sayings.
You never understood when I needed you.
Is it because you don't need me anymore? A need so... unrequited.
So suddenly you hold me like this... Why?
This was so typical of Arthur. Finally getting what he wanted and the pushing it away, questioning it. But... he didn't want to just be used! He wanted to know why, why did Alfred change so quickly, why was he suddenly being like this, what's going through your head? Another kiss. He welcomed it slightly more this time, but it broke his restraint, as tears slowly fell from his eyes. Arthur gasped inwardly sharply as Alfred broke away and turned off the rather inappropriate film, reaching to turn on the lamp, leaning over him to do so.
Oh God...
His body fluttered, feeling the bigger nation stretch over him. Another justification came from the American. Slow? Yeah, he had that right. Arthur eyes slid shut, composing himself. He ran his fingers up over Alfred's back, stopping at his hair, tangling them into the locks.
"Then... why so suddenly? It's not as if you've immediately picked on everything, is it? There's so much you've never noticed... You've always been such a blind bugger!" He half-snapped, turning his head to the side. The light was on now, but he didn't like it. He leaned towards the table, down to where Alfred was, and placed his hand on the switch, dangerously close to Alfred's.
"... I don't want this on." and plunged them into darkness again. You look good with a white horse, right?
Pick me up me with that.
If you got that, serve me, take my hand and call me "my princess"
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 10:23 am
You're my number one princess in the world
I'll look out for you or you'll wander off, right? Alfred was trying to understand Arthur's mumble. No matter how hard he tried none of the words fitted together.
What he wanted?
But then Arthur snapped again, but that could have only been expected. Arthur could never keep a calm tone of voice in front of America it seemed. Alfred didn't mind, he was used to it now, he could handle the criticism and harsh words, so long as he didn't go back to treating him how he did before independance...
America gave a faint smile, not the usual grin but something calmer, something more genuine.
When he heard 'blind bugger' he instinctively pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.
Tears...
Arthur are you crying?
Have I hurt you?
...
Arthur was looking away and it went back to black in a matter of seconds but he knew that he saw the glisten on his cheeks."Why?"Alfred gave a soft laugh since he wasn't even sure of the answer himself.
It was strange communicating in the darkness. He wanted to see Arthur's reaction so badly. Alfred adjusted himself into a more comfortable position so that he wasn't leaning over Arthur so much. He reached out and touched Arthur's cheek, wiping away the tear.
Idiot, Alfred, you've come this far, say something!
"And you've noticed? Have you? You know the reason why I was so desperate to seperate from you in the first place? No matter what I did you would still call me your 'little brother'!"Nothing more...
Now America had snapped. Too many emotions, confused and tangled, kept down deep for far too long had risen and brought the bitter taste to his words. He felt guilty but he was being honest.You're... thinkingDo you want me to be honest?"So long... too long... I've never been able to voice it. I was scared that you couldn't forgive me for what I had done. I guess, since you came to my birthday, I thought maybe that meant you... It was a step forward, right?"I still can't voice it outloud.. Unexpectedly, I held you tight. That all of a sudden! Eh?
"You'll get run over, it's dangerous," I say as I look the other way
...this here sure is dangerous.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 2:39 pm
Whatever, don't say that I'm selfish
But it's okay to scold me a little, you know?.... Arthur kept his eyes closed and leaned into the couch, sliding down further so he was more lying on his back. Alfred was still close to being on him, but at least now he was in a more relaxed position. He sighed and breathed softly, letting Alfred's words wash over him. He was being so different, talking like he's never done so before. His hand... was like he remembered it. Bigger, of course, but it had the same feel. Arthur pushed his cheek into it lightly as the tears were brushed off. This was weird, but... he liked it.
"... No matter what I did you would still call me your 'little brother'!"
"Heh... You're right. I did only see you as a brother. But you want to know why I was so opposed to your separation? Because that's exactly it. It was separation. You were no longer mine. You didn't need me anymore. I wanted to cling onto what we had, I don't care whether or not it was platonic. I didn't want it to slip,"
He paused, staring hard at the vague dark figure before him, "... and now it feels like it has. You distanced yourself so we wouldn't have that relationship? You're... so stupid..."
His words strung out almost bitterly; quickly, clearly, firing out all he needed to say. It was now or never. He'd never spoken like this before. Not to Alfred. He always hid behind a veil of cynicism and sarcasm, masking what he felt. It killed him.
Could you never see through me?
Did you never understand?
Maybe, maybe you were as afraid as I was.
As I am.
"... I was scared that you couldn't forgive me for what I had done. I guess, since you came to my birthday, I thought maybe that meant you... It was a step forward, right?"
Something hit Arthur's chest hard.
"You... were scared? You thought you needed forgiving?"
Guilt ran over him. He tensed his eyes shut and sat up, taking Alfred's hand in his. He breathed hard, fighting back more tears, before he fell slowly into the American, his head to his chest, leaning into him.
"... I'm sorry..."
You're not the one that needs forgiving. You look good with a white horse, right?
Pick me up me with that.
If you got that, serve me, take my hand and call me "my princess"
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 8:29 am
You're my number one princess in the world
I'll look out for you or you'll wander off, right? "Maybe I am stupid. I felt trapped, I needed to move on and become my own person. And I guess I thought that by distancing myself I could bring you even closer than before..."Alfred gave a forced laugh at his bad judgement. It didn't really work out that way, did it? But how many years did it take for Alfred to realise that?
Alfred used his free hand to pull Arthur in closer.
Can you hear my heart beat now?
I'm still scared...
Scared that the past will only catch up with us again. How can you love me back after all that I've done to you? I beat you, left you and ignored any hints you gave to me.
...My heart must be beating fast, right?
"You're not the one to be apologizing."With that the American held onto the Brit tighter. He wasn't crying but he almost felt as though he should be, just to prove how guilty he felt for it all.
His voice lowered into a hushed tone and he muttered into Arthur's hair.
"I love you, Arthur. So much." Unexpectedly, I held you tight. That all of a sudden! Eh?
"You'll get run over, it's dangerous," I say as I look the other way
...this here sure is dangerous.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 10:02 am
Whatever, don't say that I'm selfish
But it's okay to scold me a little, you know?.... And there it was.
Arthur didn't reply, or say anything, he just grappled the back of Alfred's shirt, clutching it tightly. He leaned his head into his chest further, the beating of the American's heart thumping against his head, lulling him somewhat. This was so much, so much he just wasn't expecting, wasn't prepared for. The utterance of those three words did something in his chest, he felt his heart soar away but at the same time felt it being tugged on, grabbed, like a kite on a string. It was strange, but it calmed the Englishman.
You're so... nervous. You haven't done this before, have you? You've never said that before... have you?
The silence remained untouched for a moment, while Arthur fully composed himself. He mentally begged to the skies, to every deity, that this was real, that what he said was true, that his words had meaning. He begged for extra reassurance, though he couldn't deny the authenticity in Alfred's voice. He pushed his head into Alfred's chest a little more.
"You really do say the stupidest things, didn't I tell you?"
He drew his head back up, on level with Alfred's, gazing directly into his brilliant blue eyes, shining through the darkness. His arms slinked up, fingers tracing the American's arms, stopping at his neck, holding him lightly beside his ears. His hands were cold but his neck was warm, an alluring sensation emitting from the contrast. He shifted a little, so his knees rested more naturally against Alfred's sides, leaning his head inwards so his warm forehead rested against Alfred's. Eyes slipping shut again, his breathing quickened slightly, as he brushed his lips over the American's teasingly, speaking soft.
"I love you more, stupid..." You look good with a white horse, right?
Pick me up me with that.
If you got that, serve me, take my hand and call me "my princess"
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 10:32 am
You're my number one princess in the world
I'll look out for you or you'll wander off, right? The moment he heard Arthur's response the familiar grin came back. Their lips were so close, Arthur must have noticed. He felt some of his strength weaken and a warm pleasant feeling inside."Doesn't- doesn't that mean you say the stupidest thing too?"Alfred managed to save himself before the stuttering became more noticeble.
Ah.. What the hell?
It was like the Englishman had just managed to make him utterly useless just from his last 5 words. And the teasing... He couldn't take that much longer. He pulled Arthur into a passionate kiss, seperating his lips so that tongues could meet. He wasn't going to let him answer, he wasn't going to let him see what affect Arthur had on him. He would never hear the last of it otherwise.
Not letting you win this time.
The American's hand found its way under the jumper against Arthur's bare skin, stroking lightly trying to find the man's sensitive places. Unexpectedly, I held you tight. That all of a sudden! Eh?
"You'll get run over, it's dangerous," I say as I look the other way
...this here sure is dangerous.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 12:39 pm
To any of you guys reading this~!
Just letting you all know that this is as far as Princess is going to go on the forums (cos we don't wanna get banned) but however long it takes, we'll come back here to continue~
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 11:21 am
[[OOC| Picture change! hehe x3 Ends of yaoi teim]]  ~~ America stirred as hazy trails of sunlight seeped through the curtains falling onto closed eyes.
Thoughts slowly gathered and sorted themselves out as Alfred stared at the ceiling. The smile seemed to have found it's way to him before anything else had. America cuddled the unconcious England who lay on top of him, soft breathing, still dreaming...
Heh, you always were a heavy sleeper...
Unable to move, Alfred studied the floor, almost completely obscured and not with just pizza boxes this time. The DVD case caught his eye, now hidden underneath the American's jeans from last night. The trademark grin returned now that he was awake enough to place back the events of last night.
He tugged at the sofa's throw-rug, which had been keeping them warm through the night, so that it covered Arthur's bare back.
America's fingers tangled themselves inbetween Arthur's locks and he gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead. He didn't mind if he didn't wake, he could lay there for hours, counting each shallow breath, watching the occasional flicker his eyelids made as he dreamt, it was strange how peaceful he seemed...
Alfred couldn't help himself. He trailed his fingers lightly along Arthur's side and whispered."Wake up, Princess."
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 10:03 am
Whatever, don't say that I'm selfish
But it's okay to scold me a little, you know?....  Sleep washed over the Englishman so easily, drifting him off in and out of fantasies and wonderlands, making him stir and shift, mumbling every so often atop the American. He awoke a few times throughout the night, but only to reaffirm his position, holding Alfred more comfortably. He’d wake, and catch a glimpse of his resting America, revelling in his warmth and still expression. Arthur had always fallen asleep before Alfred, so these brief moments, where he could just lie against the shallow movements of his chest, before sleep overtook him again, were bliss to the Englishman. His sleep was broken once more. He wriggled, twitching slightly as his sides were awoken at the touch, trying to shift Alfred’s fingers away.
I'm sensitive, didn’t you realise last night…?
Soft rays of sunlight made their way to his eyelids, slowly, slowly, creasing them open, but causing him to nuzzle and bury his head deep into America’s chest defiantly.
“Wake up, my Princess…”
Princess? Oh, you b*****d…
He groaned and wrapped his arms tighter around Alfred, hiding from the increasing brightness of the room, not before he pulled the throw-rug more snugly around them, almost over his head.
“Don’ wan’ get up…”
((OOC| .... orz))You look good with a white horse, right?
Pick me up me with that.
If you got that, serve me, take my hand and call me "my princess"
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 9:27 am
You're my number one princess in the world
I'll look out for you or you'll wander off, right? "C'mon Arthur..."America blinked through sleepy eyes but still managed to smile at England's sleepy defiance. His fingers ran along England's sides once more before America kissed the crown of his head.
Princess suits you and it makes me more of a hero right?
"Arthur, I'm starving, lemme get up and make breakfast or something."Alfred sat up onto his elbows, still holding Arthur close to his chest.
It was a strange feeling, the last time he woke up with Arthur he was back in his cowboy days. He'd always treasure the moments no matter how annoying and difficult it was to get Arthur up in the mornings. Then Arthur would make him breakfast but back then Alfred didn't understand what good food was. Ha, but you always ran off and didn't visit me for ages, I would still wait for you, no matter how long you took.
"And before you say anything I'm doing breakfast, it's my house, right? So you're the guest!"Not cause I don' like your cooking Arthur! Heh...
Unexpectedly, I held you tight. That all of a sudden! Eh?
"You'll get run over, it's dangerous," I say as I look the other way
...this here sure is dangerous.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 10:50 am
Whatever, don't say that I'm selfish
But it's okay to scold me a little, you know?.... A sleepily annoyed, but somewhat defeated groan escaped the Englishman, almost perfectly in time with the rumbling of his stomach. He hadn't actually eaten anything since before he left for America's house, and spiked tea doesn't exactly fill you up. What actually happened to that ice-cream last night...? His arms slinked round behind Alfred's back as he leaned up and held him tightly before rolling off him to what he thought would be more sofa. He seemed to have forgotten that sofas aren't meant for two fully grown men to sleep on. Gasping quickly as his side brushed past the edge of the sofa, he released his grip on the American, trying to grapple at the throw-rug to pull him back up.
"Gack! " he yelped, failing to steady himself and crashed onto the floor, the throw-rug falling around him in a disorientated mess.
Ow. F***.
His landing wasn't exactly soft, the floor was still and utter tip from last night. Grinding his head into his hands He glared up at the American, but faltered, turned bright red as the rug was now off Alfred, showing Arthur all that he couldn't see in last night's darkness..
"Y-You were meant to catch me, idiot..."
He sighed and curled up in the rug on the floor. Damn, it was cold... You look good with a white horse, right?
Pick me up me with that.
If you got that, serve me, take my hand and call me "my princess"
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 11:25 am
You're my number one princess in the world
I'll look out for you or you'll wander off, right? Alfred couldn't help but smirk at the mess the sleepy Englishman managed to get himself into but then he suddenly realised why there was a new pink tinge to Arthur's cheeks...
America got up to put on his pants he was wearing last night. He tugged them out from underneath Arthur then stepped into them.
"I'm still sleepy, you gotta forgive a hero for being slow at stupid times in the morning!"He gave Arthur the trademark grin. He would have added a thumbs up to that but his hands were kinda preoccupied. Once the jeans were on he knelt down next to the shivering England. His finger-tips stroked Arthur's soft cheeks."But you didn't hurt yourself, did you?"Alfred reached for Texas from the side table, which was the only item which hadn't been carelessly tossed in last nights events and put it back in place. He stood up and turned to walk out.
"I'm getting a new shirt. Hurry up an' get dressed, I wanna go out!"Alfred lingered at the doorway smiling at Arthur for a while before he managed to reassure himself he was perfectly capable now he was sober, then went to the room next door. Unexpectedly, I held you tight. That all of a sudden! Eh?
"You'll get run over, it's dangerous," I say as I look the other way
...this here sure is dangerous.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 4:44 pm
Whatever, don't say that I'm selfish
But it's okay to scold me a little, you know?.... A shiver ran through Arthur's body as his cheek was traced so lightly by soft fingertips. He squinted somewhat desperately at the American as he stood in the doorway. "Out"? Where on earth did he want to go? Like he said, it was some ridiculous time in the morning! ... Or at least, that's what it felt like. Truth be told, he had no idea what time it was. Well, it was getting light, so it must be past 4am, seeing as it's summer-time.
How the bloody hell does he have the energy to get up and be so cheery?
Well, okay, he supposed there was one reason...
Arthur cast his mind back to a few hours ago and found a faint smile creeping across his lips. That did all really happen, right?
You're both unclad, of course it bloody well happened!
He found himself scolding himself playfully, wriggling into the sheet a bit more. He couldn't help himself from chuckling a little, wrapping his arms around himself trying to keep warm. Ahh, why was it so cold? It dawned on him. Sitting up quickly, he drew the rug off him slightly.
Bugger, the ice-cream!!
He had fallen onto the patch of carpet where the ice-cream had dropped last night. Groaning loudly and whining, he grabbed his boxers from where they were strewn and wormed into it, standing up and hopping into his trousers. Well, that woke him up, if only a little. He fell back onto the warm sofa, wrapping the throw-rug around his shoulders. Alfred was up getting ready, Arthur didn't want to move... He called out to the next room. "Where the hell do you want to go? Neither of us are barely awake..."You look good with a white horse, right?
Pick me up me with that.
If you got that, serve me, take my hand and call me "my princess"
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