But baby, I love you! [1a/2]
anonymous
July 27 2011, 21:47:12 UTC
The air was hot and heavy with passion, small noises and moans coming from the bed in the corner. Whispers were being exchanged between its two occupants, sometimes interrupted by gasps or whimpers. Slowly, as the minutes ticked by, the noises became louder and more frequent, now accompanied by the sound of the bed rhythmically thumping against the wall.
“Fuck.” Arthur panted, eyes closed and head thrown back as Alfred moved over him.
“That’s what I’m doin’, babe.” The aforementioned American grinned, stifling a groan as Arthur clenched tightly around him.
“Shut up and go faster.” England’s voice was tight and laced with lust, every word taking America closer and closer to the edge.
“Yes Sir.” He drew back out and pounded into his boyfriend again, drawing a loud moan as his sweet spot was hit.
The two moved in perfect rhythm together (nothing less was expected considering the number of times they’d done this before), the small, delicious details of their intimate lovemaking driving each other closer and closer to completion.
“A-A-Arthur! I can’t take much longer!” America finally gasped, panting heavily.
“M-Me neither, but y-you don’t see m-me complaini-AH, DO THAT AGAIN.”
“Oh god, I love you, Arthur, I love you so much.” America panted, feeling his climax coming up. Lost in the bliss of the moment, he let loose everything he wanted to say to his lover. “Oh god, Arthur, you’re so beautiful, so perfect, and- AH! I l-love you s-so much a-and-fuck! Fuck fuck fuck, Arthur, will you marry me?”
... Oops.
Arthur thought he heard his dick hang its head and cry. Which would have been a good sign, because it would have meant he was dreaming the entire thing.
Unfortunately, the painfully awkward silence that suddenly crashed over them flat-out said that this was reality, and nothing else.
“W-W-What?” he finally managed to ask, blanching. Alfred must have realized he’d said it, too, because he stopped moving and blushed furiously.
“I, uhh... You weren’t supposed to, uhh.. Well, I... Uhh...”
“Alfred, what did you just say right there?” Arthur asked, eyes wide and hoping he’d heard wrong.
Having your lover propose to you in mid-sex when you’re both so close to the edge certainly wasn’t what he had in mind. He’d imagined himself in a restaurant, or a romantic cruise, or in the worst case scenario, cuddled up with Alfred on his couch when the big question popped up, but... this? Arthur didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cry.
“Uhhh... So... Will you marry me?” Alfred tried again, averting his eyes and sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.
Arthur just stared at him as if he’d suddenly grown a second head and gaped, scanning his eyes. His heart wrenched at the painfully innocent sincerity in them.
Alfred was serious.
“Oh my god.” He found himself saying. “Oh my god.” It didn’t even feel like himself talking. His lips just kinda moved on their own, as did his hands when he shakily pushed Alfred out and rolled off the bed.
“A-Arthur?”
“I can’t believe you, America!” Arthur shakily fumbled around for boxers and quickly slipped on the first pair he found, never mind if it was Alfred’s.
“A-America...?” if Arthur were to turn around right now, he would see Alfred’s big, confused eyes brimming with tears. But he didn’t. So Alfred just stayed frozen on the bed as Arthur picked up whatever clothing he found and slipped them on.
“I can’t believe you...” Arthur finally whispered, slipping socks on and going for the door. Alfred was on his feet in a second, grabbing clothes here and there as he rushed for the bedroom door, stopping just before England closed it in his face.
But baby, I love you! [1b/2]
anonymous
July 27 2011, 21:49:26 UTC
“W-Wait, Arthur!” he called back, furiously fumbling to get dressed.
“What!?” Arthur’s watery voice yelled back from the other side.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say it out loud!” he replied, swearing as he struggled with his jeans.
“But you did!”
“I wasn’t planning on it, I swear!” Alfred groaned, slipping his shirt on and realizing it was Arthur’s.
“You don’t propose to someone during sex, Alfred, you just don’t!” Arthur’s wavering voice was now riddled with tears, and Alfred’s heart wrenched because he knew that Arthur was probably crying because of him. Oh well, at least he wasn’t calling him ‘America’ anymore. Alfred felt painfully distant whenever his lover called him that.
“I know, but I love you, baby! Where I ask you to marry me shouldn’t matter!” Alfred argued, trying to open the door and finding it locked from the outside. Thankfully, the pants he was wearing were his, so he quickly fumbled around for the keys.
“IT DOES! OH MY GOD, YOU INSENSITIVE BASTARD, I SHOULD’VE BEEN HOLDING A BOUQUET, NOT MY BLOODY ANKLES !”
“I’ll make it up to you!” Alfred blinked away the tears, opening the door and exiting, only to find Arthur curled up on the couch, face buried in the long sleeves of Alfred’s shirt. “I’ll make it up to you, baby, I promise...” he whispered, plopping down next to Arthur and hugging his trembling form tightly.
“Just take me to my hotel...” Arthur finally sniffled, raising his red-rimmed eyes to meet Alfred’s guilty stare.
“W-What? B-But I thought you were sleeping here tonight!” another wave of mixed hurt and guilt washed over Alfred, whose eyes widened.
“P-Please. Just take me back. I still haven’t finished my work for tomorrow’s meeting, anyways.” Arthur sniffled again, nuzzling in Alfred’s shoulder.
“It’s fine, I haven’t started either. Please, just stay with me...”
And even if Arthur didn’t reply, Alfred knew that he was refusing.
“Alright.” He finally sighed, pulling himself and his lover up on their feet. “I’ll take you back. Come on.” He whispered, hurt clearly swimming in his eyes.
Arthur noiselessly slipped his hand into Alfred’s and followed him out, head hanging.
The ride to the hotel was not long, but it was painfully silent for both parties. Alfred tried to concentrate on the road, but found he couldn’t. Not with his lover sitting next to him, head turned towards the outside and looking forlornly as the sights of New York City rushed past them.
Before they knew it, they had arrived. Arthur blinked, recognizing the hotel name, and slowly pushed himself into a sitting position again, detaching his seatbelt.
Alfred watched sadly as Arthur unbuckled himself and opened the door, cold air rushing to meet his face as he exited.
“Hey, Arthur?” he finally called just as the older blond turned around to close the door. “I love you. I mean it.”
Arthur just looked at him and cracked a small, sad smile, weary eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“Yeah, I do, too. Goodnight, love.” He whispered before shutting the door and heading inside.
Alfred watched him go and kept staring at the doors even after he went past them. After what felt like forever, he sighed and crossed his arms on the steering wheel, putting his forehead down on them.
“Aw, man...” he whispered, voice scratchy and heavy with unshed tears. “I fucked up.”
But baby, I love you! [2a/2]
anonymous
July 27 2011, 21:50:39 UTC
The two were painfully distant the next morning, at the meeting. Everyone felt that cold aura hanging overhead, but not even France dared to joke about it. No one knew what had happened, but Alfred and Arthur had not interacted over anything else than a strictly polite ‘good morning’.
“Alright, then.” Germany looked around, trying to ignore the heavy silence in the room. It was quite unusual, not having to play babysitter. Even if America was hosting the meeting, he didn’t seem too up to leading it, so Ludwig took the responsibility upon his shoulders, as usual.
Besides, it shouldn’t be too hard. America’s and England’s lack of communication seemed to have perplexed everyone to the point of utter silence.
“The meeting shall now commence. First in line, Japan, with battery-powered cars.”
Japan surveyed the crowd of nations around the circular meeting table and nodded, awkwardly clearing his throat.
“Alright, well, seeing as the environment has become a huge subject for us to discuss, our car companies have started developing battery-powered cars...”
To his surprise, all eyes turned to him. With the lack of any source of entertainment (also see: Alfred and Arthur fighting), the only thing left to do was listen. So they did.
All but one.
Everyone except America.
Who just stared at his lover’s tired face and sighed, promising silently in his head to make things better.
The meeting went by slowly, too slowly for anyone’s taste. It seemed that even though this was one of their rare constructive meetings, everyone seemed lost and bored. Eyes constantly darted to the clock on the wall or watches on wrists, wondering when they’d be let free of the awkward atmosphere of the meeting room.
“Alright.” Germany nodded as France sat down, having finished his speech on immigration. “That was our last registered subject of the day. I will now allot time for anyone who might want to bring up questions and or other issues that were not mentioned.”
At first, no one raised their hand. The familiar words ‘this meeting is adjourned’ were on the tip of Germany’s tongue when suddenly, America gently pushed his chair and stood up.
All eyes immediately went to him, and the superpower looked down at his notes, aware of the glares piercing his body.
“America, do you have an issue to bring to discussion?” Germany asked, raising a brow. America hadn’t said as much as a single word during the entire thing, so he didn’t know what to expect.
“I do.” America nodded, raising his eyes to look in front of him, to the other side of the table. Thankfully, England was sitting a few seats next to him, so he didn’t have to see the curious gaze thrown at him.
But baby, I love you! [2b/2]
anonymous
July 27 2011, 21:52:05 UTC
“Okay, so I know this is surprising for all of you, because usually, I crash meetings and stuff, but please listen to me cause this is real important.” He started, a smile pushing its way on his face. “First of all, this ain’t about superheroes, nor is it about super technologically-advanced robots we can send to destroy the aliens waiting to invade us on their base on Venus. Because they are, and we should discuss this some other time.”
Smiles made their way on many faces in the room, the tension relieving itself a little bit.
“SO! I still haven’t told you what my issue is about.” America suddenly got up on his chair, then on the circular table, facing away from England.
“America, please get down from the table.” Germany muttered, secretly relieved that at least things were coming back to normal. As normal as their normal could be considered, at least.
“But I have seven minutes to myself, don’t I?” America grinned, sidestepping over Canada’s notes and avoiding France’s as he made his way across. “Anyways, let me start over. Throughout the years, I, the United States of America, have grown steadily to become a massive world superpower, correct?”
He was met with curious nods from around the table and grinned, still walking around.
“As far as I am concerned, I have the knack for getting into trouble, but also getting out of trouble.” Mutters of agreement echoed around the table. “I mean, let’s just look back at the last century. The Great Depression was my fault, and I won’t be able to apologize enough, BUT. I recovered, didn’t I? Okay, so worldwide economy might be in a pinch right now, especially for you European Union guys, but hey, we did it once, we can do it again!” he enthusiastically grinned, having made his way halfway around the table and stopping in front of a very surprised Hungary.
“America, if this is about the EU’s financial situation, we have already brought the subject up for discussion and-”
“No, this isn’t about the EU.” Alfred cut Germany off before starting to pace again. All eyes were on him, following his course around the table. Papers were being taken into hands to give him space to walk, mouths either tight-lipped and watching or open in curious gapes.
“Please get to the point, America. You have 4 minutes left.”
“I will, in due time.” America chuckled before spinning around suddenly and almost giving Austria a heart attack. “BUT!” he looked at all the nations, carefully avoiding Arthur as he turned around and kept walking. “This is a more personal issue I wish to bring up to the world, because private or not, issues are issues and must be resolved.”
He took a deep breath and told himself everything would be just fine.
But baby, I love you! [2c/2]
anonymous
July 27 2011, 21:59:13 UTC
“As everyone must probably be suspecting right now, I fucked up. Hardly the appropriate language for a meeting, but there is no other way to put it. I have made a huge error, and I don’t know if I can fix it. Still, I’m the US of A, one of the world’s most powerful countries, and whatever challenge comes at me, I can take.”
His footsteps clattered on the wooden table, sometimes ruffling the table cover and forcing other nations to smooth it for him as he went past them.
“So, in the presence of all you respectable nations, I am here to try and resolve my issue, one that is harder on me than any war or recession I have ever endured before.”
Bodies stiffened, wondering if the apocalypse was nearing and only America knew about it.
“It doesn’t concern all of you, but I need to say this out loud for the world to hear, because there is no other way I can resolve this.” Slowly, but surely, he was completing his way around the table, nearing not only his place, but Arthur’s as well. “I made a mistake last night, and now, I’m here to rectify it, if the concerned nation will let me. I’m not trying to get him to accept me again, nor am I trying to win instant forgiveness. I just want to make things right again.”
And by then, hypothesises had sparked in everyone’s minds. Realization had dawned in Arthur’s eyes, though, but he couldn’t move even as Alfred stepped next to him, looking down at him.
“So here I am. Not only as the United States of America, but also as Alfred F Jones, I am here to set things right.” Alfred grinned, finally hopping off the table and twisting Arthur’s chair, drawing a yelp from the smaller nation.
Eyes followed them curiously (along with a camera from Kiku and Elizaveta) as Alfred lifted a struggling Arthur out of his chair and sat him down on the table gently. Arthur was just about to slide off and hit him when Alfred suddenly got down on his knee, freezing him in place.
Gasps echoed around the table, nations on the farthest side getting up to catch a glimpse of what was going on. Nothing existed to Alfred and Arthur, though, nothing but one another. Wearing his famous million-watt grin, Alfred put a hand into his pocket.
“I know I fucked up yesterday night, and I’ll try to control what I say whenever we have sex from now on, but I love you. A lot. And I can’t live without you. Arthur Kirkland, nation of England and representative of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland... Will you marry me?” he asked, pulling out a small, navy blue box and opening it, the silver ring inside shining brightly in the light.
But baby, I love you! [2d/2]
anonymous
July 27 2011, 22:01:26 UTC
Arthur put his hands to his mouth, trying to stifle the gasp that tried to escape him. His lungs were burning for air, and he couldn’t breathe to alleviate the pain because he was so shocked. His heart was beating fast against his ribcage, and he dully wondered if the occupants of the room could hear it.
It might not have been his exact idea of romantic, but it was heart wrenchingly sweet of Alfred. And honestly, he loved everything Alfred did, even if he didn’t always show it.
In the following moments, his mask crumbled to pieces, and tears started dripping down his cheeks. When he removed his hands, a bright smile was waiting underneath.
“Y-Yes, yes, I will, oh my god, yes, I will marry you, Alfred.” He chuckled, body trembling with happy tears as Alfred took his hand and slipped the ring on.
“Cool.” Was the smartest thing Alfred could utter with the ecstatic joy rippling over him like tsunami waves. He slowly got up from his knees just in time to catch Arthur as he flung himself into his arms.
The room burst into cheers and applause as they lip-locked hungrily, not caring what anyone thought. Arthur didn’t give a fuck if France would later tease him about crying and blushing because right now, Alfred was all that mattered. Their lips moulded together, unwilling to part even as their breaths ran short.
“I love you.” Alfred whispered, twin tears escaping the sanctuary of his glossy eyes.
“I know.” Arthur smiled gently, staring lovingly at him before kissing the tears away. “I love you, too.” He whispered back, throwing his arms around his lover’s neck and burying his face in it. “Not my idea of romantic, but congratulations on succeeding at a proposal in a meeting room.”
Alfred chuckled and slid his arms around Arthur’s waist, holding him lovingly.
“If you want, we can go to an expensive restaurant tonight and I can propose to you for the 3rd time there.”
“I already said yes, didn’t I? Besides, I’d much rather repeat what we started yesterday night but never got to finish.” Alfred could feel Arthur’s smirk pressing into his neck, following by a chaste, but demanding kiss. His dick twitched at the thought and he reciprocated the smirk, biting Arthur’s ear.
“You took the words right out of my mouth.”
“Oh my, we’ll have to fill it with something else now, then.”
Alfred had never realized how perfect his life was up until then.
The end~ Sorry if it's bad, I just thought I'd give a shot at it. I can't write lemons, either, so sorry about the lack of sexy tiemz OTL
Re: But baby, I love you! [2d/2]
anonymous
July 28 2011, 00:12:23 UTC
Aaaawwww. So cute. It's so fluffy I'm gonna die!
However, there are two things that bothered me a little bit about this fill. First of all is Arthur's characterization. I love the idea that he's a secret romantic, but he was a bit too blatantly emotional in this fic, especially at the end. Also about the end, some of the reactions of the other nations threw me off. The gasping and cheering? I can't help but think most of them would either be like "yeah, whatevs" or think it was funny.
Over all, I think my main issue is that the characters acted a little too stereotypically. This was a really great fic, you just need to work on keeping the actual characters in mind while you write. I liked it, there's just some room for improvement.
Re: But baby, I love you! [2d/2]
anonymous
July 28 2011, 19:37:14 UTC
IKR? Like I said, IC writing isn't natural for me (I'm secretly a sap *coughcough*), so "WTF IS THIS SHIT?" is a very normal response to have (: Thanks for reading, though, and I'll keep your suggestions in mind for the next time I write >3
Re: But baby, I love you! [2d/2]
anonymous
July 29 2011, 00:50:04 UTC
FWIW, I enjoyed the fill :)
I especially loved all the angst right after the first proposal. I have my own secret dream of someone proposing to me romantically someday so Arthur's unhappiness made me cry too, especially this line:
“IT DOES! OH MY GOD, YOU INSENSITIVE BASTARD, I SHOULD’VE BEEN HOLDING A BOUQUET, NOT MY BLOODY ANKLES !”
And don't worry author!anon you wrote the sex scene very well!
“Fuck.” Arthur panted, eyes closed and head thrown back as Alfred moved over him.
“That’s what I’m doin’, babe.” The aforementioned American grinned, stifling a groan as Arthur clenched tightly around him.
“Shut up and go faster.” England’s voice was tight and laced with lust, every word taking America closer and closer to the edge.
“Yes Sir.” He drew back out and pounded into his boyfriend again, drawing a loud moan as his sweet spot was hit.
The two moved in perfect rhythm together (nothing less was expected considering the number of times they’d done this before), the small, delicious details of their intimate lovemaking driving each other closer and closer to completion.
“A-A-Arthur! I can’t take much longer!” America finally gasped, panting heavily.
“M-Me neither, but y-you don’t see m-me complaini-AH, DO THAT AGAIN.”
“Oh god, I love you, Arthur, I love you so much.” America panted, feeling his climax coming up. Lost in the bliss of the moment, he let loose everything he wanted to say to his lover. “Oh god, Arthur, you’re so beautiful, so perfect, and- AH! I l-love you s-so much a-and-fuck! Fuck fuck fuck, Arthur, will you marry me?”
... Oops.
Arthur thought he heard his dick hang its head and cry. Which would have been a good sign, because it would have meant he was dreaming the entire thing.
Unfortunately, the painfully awkward silence that suddenly crashed over them flat-out said that this was reality, and nothing else.
“W-W-What?” he finally managed to ask, blanching. Alfred must have realized he’d said it, too, because he stopped moving and blushed furiously.
“I, uhh... You weren’t supposed to, uhh.. Well, I... Uhh...”
“Alfred, what did you just say right there?” Arthur asked, eyes wide and hoping he’d heard wrong.
Having your lover propose to you in mid-sex when you’re both so close to the edge certainly wasn’t what he had in mind. He’d imagined himself in a restaurant, or a romantic cruise, or in the worst case scenario, cuddled up with Alfred on his couch when the big question popped up, but... this?
Arthur didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cry.
“Uhhh... So... Will you marry me?” Alfred tried again, averting his eyes and sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.
Arthur just stared at him as if he’d suddenly grown a second head and gaped, scanning his eyes. His heart wrenched at the painfully innocent sincerity in them.
Alfred was serious.
“Oh my god.” He found himself saying. “Oh my god.” It didn’t even feel like himself talking. His lips just kinda moved on their own, as did his hands when he shakily pushed Alfred out and rolled off the bed.
“A-Arthur?”
“I can’t believe you, America!” Arthur shakily fumbled around for boxers and quickly slipped on the first pair he found, never mind if it was Alfred’s.
“A-America...?” if Arthur were to turn around right now, he would see Alfred’s big, confused eyes brimming with tears. But he didn’t. So Alfred just stayed frozen on the bed as Arthur picked up whatever clothing he found and slipped them on.
“I can’t believe you...” Arthur finally whispered, slipping socks on and going for the door. Alfred was on his feet in a second, grabbing clothes here and there as he rushed for the bedroom door, stopping just before England closed it in his face.
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“What!?” Arthur’s watery voice yelled back from the other side.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say it out loud!” he replied, swearing as he struggled with his jeans.
“But you did!”
“I wasn’t planning on it, I swear!” Alfred groaned, slipping his shirt on and realizing it was Arthur’s.
“You don’t propose to someone during sex, Alfred, you just don’t!” Arthur’s wavering voice was now riddled with tears, and Alfred’s heart wrenched because he knew that Arthur was probably crying because of him. Oh well, at least he wasn’t calling him ‘America’ anymore. Alfred felt painfully distant whenever his lover called him that.
“I know, but I love you, baby! Where I ask you to marry me shouldn’t matter!” Alfred argued, trying to open the door and finding it locked from the outside. Thankfully, the pants he was wearing were his, so he quickly fumbled around for the keys.
“IT DOES! OH MY GOD, YOU INSENSITIVE BASTARD, I SHOULD’VE BEEN HOLDING A BOUQUET, NOT MY BLOODY ANKLES !”
“I’ll make it up to you!” Alfred blinked away the tears, opening the door and exiting, only to find Arthur curled up on the couch, face buried in the long sleeves of Alfred’s shirt. “I’ll make it up to you, baby, I promise...” he whispered, plopping down next to Arthur and hugging his trembling form tightly.
“Just take me to my hotel...” Arthur finally sniffled, raising his red-rimmed eyes to meet Alfred’s guilty stare.
“W-What? B-But I thought you were sleeping here tonight!” another wave of mixed hurt and guilt washed over Alfred, whose eyes widened.
“P-Please. Just take me back. I still haven’t finished my work for tomorrow’s meeting, anyways.” Arthur sniffled again, nuzzling in Alfred’s shoulder.
“It’s fine, I haven’t started either. Please, just stay with me...”
And even if Arthur didn’t reply, Alfred knew that he was refusing.
“Alright.” He finally sighed, pulling himself and his lover up on their feet. “I’ll take you back. Come on.” He whispered, hurt clearly swimming in his eyes.
Arthur noiselessly slipped his hand into Alfred’s and followed him out, head hanging.
The ride to the hotel was not long, but it was painfully silent for both parties. Alfred tried to concentrate on the road, but found he couldn’t. Not with his lover sitting next to him, head turned towards the outside and looking forlornly as the sights of New York City rushed past them.
Before they knew it, they had arrived. Arthur blinked, recognizing the hotel name, and slowly pushed himself into a sitting position again, detaching his seatbelt.
Alfred watched sadly as Arthur unbuckled himself and opened the door, cold air rushing to meet his face as he exited.
“Hey, Arthur?” he finally called just as the older blond turned around to close the door. “I love you. I mean it.”
Arthur just looked at him and cracked a small, sad smile, weary eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“Yeah, I do, too. Goodnight, love.” He whispered before shutting the door and heading inside.
Alfred watched him go and kept staring at the doors even after he went past them. After what felt like forever, he sighed and crossed his arms on the steering wheel, putting his forehead down on them.
“Aw, man...” he whispered, voice scratchy and heavy with unshed tears. “I fucked up.”
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“Alright, then.” Germany looked around, trying to ignore the heavy silence in the room. It was quite unusual, not having to play babysitter. Even if America was hosting the meeting, he didn’t seem too up to leading it, so Ludwig took the responsibility upon his shoulders, as usual.
Besides, it shouldn’t be too hard. America’s and England’s lack of communication seemed to have perplexed everyone to the point of utter silence.
“The meeting shall now commence. First in line, Japan, with battery-powered cars.”
Japan surveyed the crowd of nations around the circular meeting table and nodded, awkwardly clearing his throat.
“Alright, well, seeing as the environment has become a huge subject for us to discuss, our car companies have started developing battery-powered cars...”
To his surprise, all eyes turned to him. With the lack of any source of entertainment (also see: Alfred and Arthur fighting), the only thing left to do was listen. So they did.
All but one.
Everyone except America.
Who just stared at his lover’s tired face and sighed, promising silently in his head to make things better.
The meeting went by slowly, too slowly for anyone’s taste. It seemed that even though this was one of their rare constructive meetings, everyone seemed lost and bored. Eyes constantly darted to the clock on the wall or watches on wrists, wondering when they’d be let free of the awkward atmosphere of the meeting room.
“Alright.” Germany nodded as France sat down, having finished his speech on immigration. “That was our last registered subject of the day. I will now allot time for anyone who might want to bring up questions and or other issues that were not mentioned.”
At first, no one raised their hand. The familiar words ‘this meeting is adjourned’ were on the tip of Germany’s tongue when suddenly, America gently pushed his chair and stood up.
All eyes immediately went to him, and the superpower looked down at his notes, aware of the glares piercing his body.
“America, do you have an issue to bring to discussion?” Germany asked, raising a brow. America hadn’t said as much as a single word during the entire thing, so he didn’t know what to expect.
“I do.” America nodded, raising his eyes to look in front of him, to the other side of the table. Thankfully, England was sitting a few seats next to him, so he didn’t have to see the curious gaze thrown at him.
“Go on.” Germany nodded, sitting down.
America grabbed his notes and cleared his throat.
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Smiles made their way on many faces in the room, the tension relieving itself a little bit.
“SO! I still haven’t told you what my issue is about.” America suddenly got up on his chair, then on the circular table, facing away from England.
“America, please get down from the table.” Germany muttered, secretly relieved that at least things were coming back to normal. As normal as their normal could be considered, at least.
“But I have seven minutes to myself, don’t I?” America grinned, sidestepping over Canada’s notes and avoiding France’s as he made his way across. “Anyways, let me start over. Throughout the years, I, the United States of America, have grown steadily to become a massive world superpower, correct?”
He was met with curious nods from around the table and grinned, still walking around.
“As far as I am concerned, I have the knack for getting into trouble, but also getting out of trouble.” Mutters of agreement echoed around the table. “I mean, let’s just look back at the last century. The Great Depression was my fault, and I won’t be able to apologize enough, BUT. I recovered, didn’t I? Okay, so worldwide economy might be in a pinch right now, especially for you European Union guys, but hey, we did it once, we can do it again!” he enthusiastically grinned, having made his way halfway around the table and stopping in front of a very surprised Hungary.
“America, if this is about the EU’s financial situation, we have already brought the subject up for discussion and-”
“No, this isn’t about the EU.” Alfred cut Germany off before starting to pace again. All eyes were on him, following his course around the table. Papers were being taken into hands to give him space to walk, mouths either tight-lipped and watching or open in curious gapes.
“Please get to the point, America. You have 4 minutes left.”
“I will, in due time.” America chuckled before spinning around suddenly and almost giving Austria a heart attack. “BUT!” he looked at all the nations, carefully avoiding Arthur as he turned around and kept walking. “This is a more personal issue I wish to bring up to the world, because private or not, issues are issues and must be resolved.”
He took a deep breath and told himself everything would be just fine.
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His footsteps clattered on the wooden table, sometimes ruffling the table cover and forcing other nations to smooth it for him as he went past them.
“So, in the presence of all you respectable nations, I am here to try and resolve my issue, one that is harder on me than any war or recession I have ever endured before.”
Bodies stiffened, wondering if the apocalypse was nearing and only America knew about it.
“It doesn’t concern all of you, but I need to say this out loud for the world to hear, because there is no other way I can resolve this.” Slowly, but surely, he was completing his way around the table, nearing not only his place, but Arthur’s as well. “I made a mistake last night, and now, I’m here to rectify it, if the concerned nation will let me. I’m not trying to get him to accept me again, nor am I trying to win instant forgiveness. I just want to make things right again.”
And by then, hypothesises had sparked in everyone’s minds. Realization had dawned in Arthur’s eyes, though, but he couldn’t move even as Alfred stepped next to him, looking down at him.
“So here I am. Not only as the United States of America, but also as Alfred F Jones, I am here to set things right.” Alfred grinned, finally hopping off the table and twisting Arthur’s chair, drawing a yelp from the smaller nation.
Eyes followed them curiously (along with a camera from Kiku and Elizaveta) as Alfred lifted a struggling Arthur out of his chair and sat him down on the table gently. Arthur was just about to slide off and hit him when Alfred suddenly got down on his knee, freezing him in place.
Gasps echoed around the table, nations on the farthest side getting up to catch a glimpse of what was going on. Nothing existed to Alfred and Arthur, though, nothing but one another. Wearing his famous million-watt grin, Alfred put a hand into his pocket.
“I know I fucked up yesterday night, and I’ll try to control what I say whenever we have sex from now on, but I love you. A lot. And I can’t live without you. Arthur Kirkland, nation of England and representative of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland... Will you marry me?” he asked, pulling out a small, navy blue box and opening it, the silver ring inside shining brightly in the light.
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It might not have been his exact idea of romantic, but it was heart wrenchingly sweet of Alfred. And honestly, he loved everything Alfred did, even if he didn’t always show it.
In the following moments, his mask crumbled to pieces, and tears started dripping down his cheeks. When he removed his hands, a bright smile was waiting underneath.
“Y-Yes, yes, I will, oh my god, yes, I will marry you, Alfred.” He chuckled, body trembling with happy tears as Alfred took his hand and slipped the ring on.
“Cool.” Was the smartest thing Alfred could utter with the ecstatic joy rippling over him like tsunami waves. He slowly got up from his knees just in time to catch Arthur as he flung himself into his arms.
The room burst into cheers and applause as they lip-locked hungrily, not caring what anyone thought. Arthur didn’t give a fuck if France would later tease him about crying and blushing because right now, Alfred was all that mattered. Their lips moulded together, unwilling to part even as their breaths ran short.
“I love you.” Alfred whispered, twin tears escaping the sanctuary of his glossy eyes.
“I know.” Arthur smiled gently, staring lovingly at him before kissing the tears away. “I love you, too.” He whispered back, throwing his arms around his lover’s neck and burying his face in it. “Not my idea of romantic, but congratulations on succeeding at a proposal in a meeting room.”
Alfred chuckled and slid his arms around Arthur’s waist, holding him lovingly.
“If you want, we can go to an expensive restaurant tonight and I can propose to you for the 3rd time there.”
“I already said yes, didn’t I? Besides, I’d much rather repeat what we started yesterday night but never got to finish.” Alfred could feel Arthur’s smirk pressing into his neck, following by a chaste, but demanding kiss. His dick twitched at the thought and he reciprocated the smirk, biting Arthur’s ear.
“You took the words right out of my mouth.”
“Oh my, we’ll have to fill it with something else now, then.”
Alfred had never realized how perfect his life was up until then.
The end~ Sorry if it's bad, I just thought I'd give a shot at it. I can't write lemons, either, so sorry about the lack of sexy tiemz OTL
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However, there are two things that bothered me a little bit about this fill.
First of all is Arthur's characterization. I love the idea that he's a secret romantic, but he was a bit too blatantly emotional in this fic, especially at the end.
Also about the end, some of the reactions of the other nations threw me off. The gasping and cheering? I can't help but think most of them would either be like "yeah, whatevs" or think it was funny.
Over all, I think my main issue is that the characters acted a little too stereotypically. This was a really great fic, you just need to work on keeping the actual characters in mind while you write. I liked it, there's just some room for improvement.
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I especially loved all the angst right after the first proposal. I have my own secret dream of someone proposing to me romantically someday so Arthur's unhappiness made me cry too, especially this line:
“IT DOES! OH MY GOD, YOU INSENSITIVE BASTARD, I SHOULD’VE BEEN HOLDING A BOUQUET, NOT MY BLOODY ANKLES !”
And don't worry author!anon you wrote the sex scene very well!
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