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“Hah! That makes two of us.” He growled out, grip tightening on him for a moment, pressing closer against him.
“What in the name of earl grey are you talking about?!” England snapped back, cheek rubbing against the cool wall.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about!” Alfred sneered out. “That little stunt that happened back there with you and Matthew.” He said. Arthur was afraid he was going to cut off all the circulation in his hands if he held on any tighter.
“Alfred! Let go of me!” Arthur tried to demand. “You’re being ridiculous!”
Alfred let go, all right… but only for a short moment, before he had a grip on Arthur’s shoulders, forcing him around roughly and then pinning him against the wall again, looking at him, face to face.
Arthur’s angry look melted off of his face for a moment, replaced with shock. He Alfred had a look on his face he hadn’t seen for a very long time… not since he demanded independence from Arthur back during those older days… Alfred looked horribly angry. Not just mad… enraged perhaps. It scared Arthur a bit… he tired to wiggle away, pushing himself further against the wall.
Alfred just glared down at Arthur, keeping tight hold on his wrists. “I want answers… NOW.” he demanded. “What did that little whore do to you?!”
“What was I doing with him?! I was comforting him! I snapped at him because I -….. wait, what did you just call him?!” Arthur snapped now, trying to fight back, struggle for dominance kicking in. “You’re being ridiculous! What is wrong with you?!” he questioned, raising his voice. “Matthew is a perfectly fine, very respectable man! You have no reason to call him such names!”
Alfred wasn’t buying any of it, If anything it only made him angrier. “A likely story….” He started with, leaning in closer to Arthur’s face, raising the intimidation. “I’m being reasonable. YOU are being ridiculous… flaunting yourself around everywhere you go, letting people make moves on you… I would have thought that you would have been a bit more reserved than this…” he said, every word tensely said, made to cut through Arthur’s already crumbling will like a knife through butter.
Arthur shut his eyes, trying to turn his head away and not have to look at that hateful look, but Alfred didn’t seem to like that. He quickly switched his hold on Arthur’s wrists, grabbing both with one hand and yanking Arthur’s chin forward with the other, snapping at him again.
“Look at me when I am talking to you!”
Arthur opened his eyes, hesitantly… trying to keep that eye contact, as hard as it was. This was a different Alfred than the idiot he usually saw bumbling around, eating hamburgers and suggesting idiotic things in conferences. He was so angry and yet… Arthur could see another look now. Desperation? That slight twinge of sadness Arthur himself had felt so many times before?
“I bet you look all of them right in the eye, all the time. Don’t think I don’t notice…” Alfred started, removing his hand now, resting it instead on Arthur’s hip, pushing that into the wall. “You avoid me. Constantly. More than happy to spend a day with fucking Matthew but not with me!” he said, on the verge of shouting now.
“Alfred, calm down!” Arthur tried to reason. Alfred’s face seemed to visibly darken.
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Arthur had to just stand there for a few moments, obviously confused, a bit thrown off by the sudden display of affection. He could feel Alfred bury his face in his shoulder, glasses poking into his neck a bit. Arthur wiggled in his grasp, trying to get more comfortable… this only make Alfred tighten his hold.
“…. Alfred.” Arthur said after a short while, not moving. “What has gotten into you?”
Alfred mumbled out something, but Arthur couldn’t hear him. After being asked to speak up, Alfred said “He can’t have you.”
“… Are you talking about Matthew?” Arthur questioned, confused. Alfred nodded into Arthur’s shoulder, grip tightening once more.
“He wants everything I have. He lived right over where I do… so he is jealous of what I have. But he can’t have it.” He mumbled, just barley loud enough to England to hear.
Suddenly, England got what was happening. He let out a sigh of relief, so glad it was something as simple as this, instead of something serious he had done or that he needed to worry about.
‘And here I thought I was upset about loosing him….’
“Alfred.” Arthur started, trying to calm him down. “Nothing is going on between Matthew and me…. Nor myself and any other country. You’re still the only one I invite over for Sunday tea…. Got it?” he said, patting Alfred on the back, with a relieved sigh. Alfred loosened his grip on Arthur a bit, still keeping a tight hold of him. “And let go of me…. I’m not going to float off if you aren’t holding onto me.” He slid in as well, but Alfred, being ever so stubborn as he was, kept his hold.
Arthur let out another sigh, rolling his eyes. “Honestly… you can be so childish….” Arthur said, almost chuckling that out. “Now, if you let go of me and let me finish organizing those papers, we can go out for Hamburgers and Ice cream. Do you want those?” he questioned. Alfred paused for a few moments, thinking it over, before he reluctantly pulled back, still looking a bit on the grumpy side.
“Only if I get to take home a quart and rub it in Canada’s face.” He grumbled, keeping hold of Arthur’s sleeve. Arthur thought it over for a bit, wondering whether he could trust Alfred to take that much ice cream home with him… then nodded, beginning to walk out of the room.
But Alfred had one more surprise for him, apparently. Before he knew it, he felt his arms grabbed onto again, locking him in place as Alfred bent down a bit…. Placing his mouth right on Arthur’s neck. Arthur squawked out some kind of retaliation, trying to struggle around as he felt Alfred bite down a bit on his neck, shuddering at that feeling that went up and down his spine as Alfred sucked a bit now and - OH GOD.
When Alfred was done… Arthur was shivering slightly, face bright red and hand plastered over his neck, glaring at Alfred. “W-what was that for?!” he demanded, as Alfred grinned back at him.
“Just marking the ol’ territory…” Alfred chuckled out, pointing to his own neck as if to signal something….
By the time Arthur got out his handy-dandy pocket mirror, taking a look at the hickey Alfred left, he was already out the door, running away and laughing on the top of his lungs. Arthur tossed the mirror onto the floor, charging out after him, yelling at the top of his lungs.
“DAMMIT! WHEN I GET MY HANDS OF YOU, YOU OBNOXIOUS LITTLE BRAT!!!!!”
God, Alfred loved it when Arthur chased him. No one else on his mind but killing Alfred.
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Elsewhere….
Oh, Matthew was a genius. Too bad more countries didn’t know about how smart he was…. They would all want Canada as an ally.
It was a simple devious little plan. Strike up a conversation with Arthur, get Alfred to see some contact…. Because he knew more than anything that Alfred hated other people taking his stuff. Which is why he needed to separate Alfred from his house…..
Matthew chuckled over his amazing plot as he continued to play with Alfred’s wii system, striking another hole in one as he played the golf game on the game system, a few snacks he had stolen from Alfred’s kitchen around the floor….
Alfred would be out all day with Arthur after this, probably stay over his house for the night. Which is exactly what Matthew planned on…. Secret evil mastermind.
Kumajiro sat on the couch nearby, eating a bucket of honey as Matthew continued to play his game, bright smile on his face.
“Isn’t this great, Kumajiro-san? Alfred’s house all to ourselves….”
The bear looked up for a moment, tilting his head to one side. “….. who are you again?”
Matthew dropped the controller, hanging his head down in despair.
“I always seem to loose, even when I win… don’t I, eh.”
“A-hyup. You seem to… however you are.” The bear answered, continuing to snack on his honey.
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I LOVE WILY CANADA
AND SNARKY-BEAR
AND THISSS
WEEEEE <3<3<3
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Possessive!US is awfully adorable. As is this fic.*nodnod*
....But. CANADAAAAAAAAAAA~~ X3333 *squishes some more*
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cant breathe...
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