Motivation [2/?]
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June 14 2011, 22:05:19 UTC
“What happened August 6th 1945?”
“America dropped the atom bomb over Hiroshima.”
Arthur smiled seductively at Alfred as he slowly began pulling his left sock off, letting it slide over his foot before slipping off, leaving his foot bare. “Very good, Alfred,” he purred.
Alfred beamed proudly. It didn't take long before the other sock was gone aswell as his shirt and America couldn't help but to grin and stare at his boyfriend's chest.
“What was the pact between Soviet and Germany, in which they divided Europe between them, called?”
“Uhh, I know this!” Alfred bit his lip. “Just wait one moment. Oh, what was it?”
“If you don't know,” Arthur was smirking playfully as he reached for his shirt again. “I'm afraid my shirt is going back on.”
“No!” Alfred cried. “I almost have it!”
“I'm sorry, Alfred,” Arthur said as he pulled his shirt back on.
“You're such a meanie.”
“Hey, it was you who didn't know what the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact was.” America just gave a grumbled response.
“Let's move on, shall we?” Arthur smiled. “Name two nations, besides Italy and Japan, which were allied with Germany during World War II.”
“Hungary and... Romania?”
“Correct,” Arthur said simply and began pulling his shirt off as Alfred stared at him, exposing his tummy slowly, teasingly until it finally came over his head again and he threw it across he room. In a split second, Alfred darted forward and pressed his lips to Arthur's.
“You're so hot, Arthur,” he mumbled against his boyfriend's lips as he let his hands stroke along Arthur's exposed abs. Arthur pushed him back gently and smirked.
“When we're done here, you can have your fun. Until then, keep your hands to yourself.”
“America dropped the atom bomb over Hiroshima.”
Arthur smiled seductively at Alfred as he slowly began pulling his left sock off, letting it slide over his foot before slipping off, leaving his foot bare. “Very good, Alfred,” he purred.
Alfred beamed proudly. It didn't take long before the other sock was gone aswell as his shirt and America couldn't help but to grin and stare at his boyfriend's chest.
“What was the pact between Soviet and Germany, in which they divided Europe between them, called?”
“Uhh, I know this!” Alfred bit his lip. “Just wait one moment. Oh, what was it?”
“If you don't know,” Arthur was smirking playfully as he reached for his shirt again. “I'm afraid my shirt is going back on.”
“No!” Alfred cried. “I almost have it!”
“I'm sorry, Alfred,” Arthur said as he pulled his shirt back on.
“You're such a meanie.”
“Hey, it was you who didn't know what the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact was.” America just gave a grumbled response.
“Let's move on, shall we?” Arthur smiled. “Name two nations, besides Italy and Japan, which were allied with Germany during World War II.”
“Hungary and... Romania?”
“Correct,” Arthur said simply and began pulling his shirt off as Alfred stared at him, exposing his tummy slowly, teasingly until it finally came over his head again and he threw it across he room. In a split second, Alfred darted forward and pressed his lips to Arthur's.
“You're so hot, Arthur,” he mumbled against his boyfriend's lips as he let his hands stroke along Arthur's exposed abs. Arthur pushed him back gently and smirked.
“When we're done here, you can have your fun. Until then, keep your hands to yourself.”
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Great start!
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