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A few minutes later, Alfred realized, Arthur was not going to remove his hand anytime soon because the American felt the Englishman’s hand slowly creeping upwards. A light blush dusted his cheeks when he realized Arthur’s fingers were getting dangerously close to his vital regions, just mere inches away.
“Arthur, what the hell do you think you are doing?” Alfred hissed, turning his confused blue eyes on Arthur.
Arthur glanced down at this hand and met Alfred’s eyes with his own green ones.
“My hand happens to like soft and comfortable surfaces,” Arthur replied coolly. “Yours happen to be soft and very comfortable.”
Alfred could have sworn the room suddenly got hotter. “W-well, I think your hand had enough of such places…”
“Well, my hand seems to think the otherwise,” said Arthur quietly in a cool tone as he lightly squeezed Alfred’s thigh. “In fact, I think it is starting to make itself right at home.”
A hard lump formed in Alfred’s throat as he tried willing himself to relax, to remain unresponsive.
“J-Just stop it.”
Arthur smirked. He started to massage and rub Alfred’s inner thigh in a circular motion slowly, his fingers deliberately brushing lightly against the American’s cock, lingering on the spot for a second longer than it should.
Alfred gasped.
“Are you completely sure you want me to remove my hand, Alfred?” Arthur’s voice became deeper, his voice taking on a husky edge, his smirk growing wider.
Almost immediately, a hand shot out and grabbed the offending hand by the wrist. Arthur could feel Alfred’s hand trembling.
Alfred’s voice was low, quiet. “Please.” He gave Arthur a pleading look. “Why are you doing this?”
Arthur pondered for a moment or two and the smirk turned into a feral one, almost predatory.
“Nope. My fingers like it here. And I don’t think that your Florida there-“Arthur paused and leered down straight at Alfred’s noticeable bulge in his pants. “-is soft and comfortable at all. Nevertheless…”
Alfred couldn’t stand it anymore. He immediately stood up and slammed his hands down forcefully onto the table, startling everyone-especially Ludwig.
“Wha-“
“-SorryIgottarunnowiamlateforamovieIwillseeyouguystomorrowsogoodbye!”
With that, Alfred hightailed out of the conference room with a hastily stuffed folder in hand.
Silence dominated the room for a moment and everyone turned and looked at Arthur.
Arthur simply shrugged and motioned for Ludwig to continue.
Ludwig did.
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As it turned out, the meeting ended without Alfred. Arthur was the first to stand and leave, saying that he had ‘something urgent to do’. As Arthur was out, Francis let out a rather loud derisive snort.
“‘Something urgent to do’, my ass. I am willing to bet that Anlgeterre went after Alfred and is probably sexing his ex-young charge up this instant,” Francis remarked.
Ludwig spluttered, his ears turning red. “Francis!”
The Frenchman chuckled. “Oh, don’t be coy, Allemagne. Who here doesn’t know that those two idiots have been lusting after each other for a very long time now? Although I am a little surprised that Arthur was the one who made the first move-and what a very fine first move it is.”
“Finally, England and America are going to get together, ve~” Feliciano said happily. He had been observing those two for a very long time now, and had been wondering when those two would get their act together. Feliciano had suspected that something was up when Arthur called him a few days ago and requested for help pertaining to his dressing. Feliciano had never been more than happy to help.
“I call a 100 on Angleterre. 3 days. Slight bondage included, plus dirty talking,” Francis suddenly announced.
“70 bucks on Arthur, ve~ 4 days~ Germany, come on-you bet too! It’s harmless fun, ve~ “ Feliciano tugged the corner of Ludwig’s sleeve and looked at the German with puppy eyes.
“…Fine, just this once,” sighed Ludwig. “50 on England, rough sex plus handcuffs-2 days.”
Francis snickered. “Oho, I never knew that you were such a kinky bastard, Ludwig.”
“…Shut up.”
“W-Well, I call for 60 on Alfred, eh-that he will figure out the reason why Arthur’s acting like that in 2 days,” Matthew piped up, a little embarrassed.
“Ivan? Kiku?” Francis questioned.
“There’s no need to bet, since they will eventually become one with me, da?” Ivan said, a big smile plastered on his face. Everyone in the room gulped and instinctively moved slightly closer to the exit.
“I am not going to bet-it...would be rude of me to do this behind America-san and England-san's back," said Kiku firmly.
“Well, I guess that settles it. Now, one, important rule-there will be absolutely no interference or whatsoever from us, is that clear? Anybody caught red handed will have a forfeit to pay,” said Francis, getting a perverted glint in his eyes. “Are we all in agreement on this?”
Everyone nodded their heads, save for Russia and Japan who weren’t part of the betting group. Francis grinned and clapped his hands together.
“Alright, then this ‘meeting’ is officially over!”
As everyone proceeded to file out of the room, Matthew looked out of the window into the clear blue sky, silently throwing up his prayers into the heavens and prayed for the best.
These 3 days was going to be one hell of a ride.
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Anon aplogizes to OP for being so late. OTL;
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“Are you sure that this is absolutely safe?”
“Mathieu, we are absolutely safe-“
“I mean you being safe from Arthur. I am pretty safe alright-since I am ‘invisible’ for most of the time or I get mistaken for Alfred,” Matthew paused, a bitter tone slowly seeping into his sentence as he continued.
“It’s painfully obvious that there are quite a few differences between me and Alfred, if anyone even bothered to take note of-Gilbert was the only one who did, by the way. How could Arthur think that I am Alfred when I am carrying a polar bear in plain sight and not wearing that stupid bomber jacket of his?”
“Mon cher-“
“I mean, how flipping blind are all of you? Did you know how frightening it was the last time Ivan-” the Canadian paused, an involuntary shiver running down his spine at the mention of that name. “-Ivan thought I was Alfred and cornered me, dishing out thinly veiled threats meant for that twat who nearly caused an international incident-” Matthew stopped abruptly when he realized that Francis was staring at him, apparently lost for words.
“Ah, I am sorry! I didn’t mean to-” Francis walked over and gave Matthew’s back an affectionate pat, dismissing the Canadian’s apology with a wave of hand.
“Non, non, c'est bien, Mathieu.” Francis closed his eyes as he sighed. “You are right; we could have paid more attention. At least I didn’t get you wrong, oui?” Matthew shook his head, a small smile gracing his face. “Excellente. Now let’s get moving before Arthur comes.”
The elevator doors slid opened without a sound as both Francis and Matthew stepped out, the carpeted floor muffling the sounds from their loafers as they walked down the corridor.
“Francis, what exactly are you planning to do?” questioned Matthew when he realized that they were heading towards the direction of the conference room. Francis gave a secretive smile and winked at the Matthew. “All in good time, mon cher, all in good time. Ah, we have arrived~”
An elegant white oak door with a gold knob stood in front of them. Francis’ hand grasped the knob and turned, opening the door as he stood by the side, giving his hand a small flourish towards the room. “After you, mon ami.”
Matthew gave a small absentminded nod and strolled in, muttering a word of thanks. He was completely used to Francis’ idiosyncrasies-after all, he was
France. Francis entered as the door closed behind him with a small click.
Matthew surveyed his surroundings for a moment before turning to Francis, a confused look apparent on his face. “What are you going to do in the lounge?”
Francis gave a mock gasp and placed his hand over his heart, a look of absolute mortification appearing on his face. “Mon dieu! Have you not learnt anything under Brother France’s care?”
“No, I was too young to remember anything…” It was a complete bare-faced lie. Matthew didn’t even want to remember whatever Francis had told him-he still remembered Francis’ attempt to tell him all about the birds and the bees when he was young, during one of his visits over to Arthur’s house (Arthur was none too happy about that)-fortunately, his older, boisterous brother had burst into the room in the nick of the time, dragging him out to play and thus saving Matthew from having a scarred childhood. There were some things that you really don’t have to know, and Matthew was better off without knowing about Francis and his sex encounters.
“Ah, such a pity…You have a long way to go, mon chou. Now, watch and learn.” Francis replied lightly as he moved over to the cabinets. As Matthew watched, Francis kneeled down on one knee, opened the cabinet doors and stood up, scooping up the mugs that were sitting on the kitchen counter and putting them into the very deepest confines of the storage space. After that, he got up, grabbed the jar of coffee that was on the metal rack, opened up a random wall cabinet, and again, placed the jar at the very deepest of the cabinet, giving it a final push with his fingertips before shutting the doors.
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Matthew didn’t reply-he was far too engrossed in his search. However, after a few seconds, Matthew’s face brightened up and Francis got his answer.
“Ah, found it!” Matthew smiled as he held up a short stool. “I-I thought this would probably be useful…” He set the stool at the corner of the room. “Since Arthur might probably need that…”
Francis stared at Matthew for a moment, grinned and walked over, embracing the shorter blonde, giving Matthew a hearty pat on his back.“I knew it. You did learn something deep down in that heart of yours, my boy!”
Matthew fidgeted a little, a light blush creeping up onto his cheeks, a little pleased. “That was nothing, really…I only figured out a little. I would like to see Arthur and Alfred getting their act together, too.”
“Oui. ” Francis released Matthew from the hug, giving his hair a flip. “The rest is up to those two now, especially for Angleterre… Let’s not dilly-dally and leave. This is not our scene~”
Matthew couldn’t agree more. He was tired of those two and their sexual tension-as if the meetings
weren’t complicated enough without them.
It was about time to turn this slow dance into an extremely fast tango.
(And after all, rules were meant to broken.)
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Alfred let out a big yawn as he trudged into the lounge, without bothering to even close the door behind him. Rubbing his eyes blearily, Alfred loosened his tie and let his body fall onto the couch, closing his eyes as he attempted to get some sleep. Alfred didn’t know exactly why he ran out yesterda-oh, who the hell was he trying to kid? Of course he knew! Arthur-England-Arthur fucking Kirkland attempted-argh, that stuffy old geezer had freakin’ molested him in broad daylight!
Alfred exhaled heavily, willing himself to sleep and not to think about yesterday’s incident, how Arthur’s voice made him feel strangely uncomfortable in his clothes all of a sudden, how those skilful ministrations of his was strangely thrilling---
Oh fuck this; he needed a cup of coffee. It was too goddamn early to deal with this shit.
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Wait, where was the coffee? And the mugs?
Alfred groaned and immediately started looking high and low, determined to find those two items. He didn’t get much sleep last night, woke up at an ungodly hour this morning (barely managing to finish his breakfast and making his way down here in record time. Alfred sort of figured that if he couldn’t fall asleep on the bed, why not try the couch?) and damn it, he didn’t want to go down because Arthur might be there and Alfred wasn’t sure that he’d like to deal with Arthur first thing in the morning under the circumstances of the American lacking sleep (it didn’t help that Arthur was the cause of it ) and Arthur might just try and pull another crazy stunt on him.
Alfred perked up immediately when he finally located the coffee jar-it was at the very top shelf, at the very end. Odd, why would the staff place the coffee jar all the way up there? Alfred thought, and then shrugged his shoulders. Not a problem for me-I can reach it! Stretching out his arm, he reached for the coffee jar, only to find himself grasping in the air. Alfred cursed under his breath-he misjudged the distance. Tiptoeing, he leaned forward slightly, his hand going deeper into the cabinet. Almost there-
“Don’t move.”
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Anon would continue this later~
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NOOOOOOO!! Anon, you cannot do this to me, this is beyond cruel!! :'[
I need the next part like burningggg.
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Can't wait to see more!
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I cannot wait for you to update again! Why did you leave it there~?!
F5ing forever.
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Please continue anon.
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