usxuk | [fanfic] Sweethearts Week .... Valentine's Day (Reply)

Title: Valentine's Day
Author:

the_hero50
Word Count: 1290
Characters: England, America, France, Russia, China
Rating: PG
Warnings: kissing :) and USUK fans be warned, this story may contain slight themes of FRUK or FRUS! (but of course nothing TOO serious!!!)
Summary: France tries to get America to react after finding out a secret of England's.

Alfred hurried into meeting room. He still didn’t understand why they would have such an important meeting on Valentine’s Day. He was only about 6 minutes late, but Arthur still yelled at him for “not being punctual”. Alfred sighed as he took his seat across from Francis, who waved and winked at Alfred. Alfred just gave a small and quick smile back, but that didn’t seem to be enough for Francis.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, mon cher,” Francis purred across the table to an unsuspecting Alfred, who was trying to listen to the notes Arthur was writing on the board. Francis grabbed Alfred’s hand across the table, trying to get his attention again. Alfred looked up at the touch and gently pulled his hand away.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you, Francis,” Alfred said with a smile, mostly just to stop Francis’ attempts to woo him, which wouldn’t work anyways. He turned back to pay attention to Arthur’s notes, ignoring Ivan’s constant glances at Yao sitting across from him. Alfred sighed, not being able to focus on the notes, especially with Francis trying to whisper dirty things across the table, attempting to get Alfred all hot and bothered. But he wasn’t interested. He kept his eyes on Arthur, his back turned, his arm moving across the chalk board, scribbling down key words and jotting down important facts about the Axis Powers. Alfred, rather than listening to Arthur’s words, studied the way his body moved; he noticed the way his hips swayed just slightly as he erased something from the board or the way his hand worked slowly over the chalk to write down another phrase, or he just listened to the sound of his voice imagining what he would sound like screaming Alfred’s name- what was he thinking!?

“…And when we’re done with that,” Francis was saying, his eyes filled with lust, his hands folded under his chin and his body reaching almost completely over the narrow table.

“Francis, please! That is quite enough!” Arthur’s sudden yell frightened everyone in the room. Francis stopped talking at once and looked at Arthur, Ivan chanced a quick glance at Yao before paying full attention to Arthur and Yao sat up a little straighter, apparently he had been starting to doze off in his seat. Alfred looked right into Arthur’s deep green eyes. He never noticed how beautiful they were- okay, really? What was he thinking!? Francis looked at Arthur curiously; his face showed signs of knowing something Arthur didn’t.

“Hm… sounds like someone is a little jealous?” Francis said smoothly. Arthur looked appalled.

“J-jealous?! Are you insane, you frog!? I am not one bit jealous of how much of a whore you are!!” Arthur yelled at Francis, who looked a bit angry, but tried to keep calm, apparently not doing all that well. He got up from his seat, and walked casually over to Arthur, Ivan, Yao, and Alfred watched in shock. Arthur still yelled at Francis telling him to do something very inappropriate before Francis grabbed Arthur’s coat and pulled him forward into a sloppy kiss. Everyone in the room was in such shock, but Alfred stood up, knocking his seat over without really knowing why he was standing up in the first place. All he knew was that as he saw Francis kiss Arthur, his blood was boiling, his stomach felt like it was tied into tons of knots and he wanted nothing more than to punch Francis right in the nose.

Alfred clenched his fists, ready to leap over the table and hit Francis when Arthur pushed the Frenchman away.

“Bloody frog! What the hell are you doing?!!” He spat, wiping his mouth with a look of such utter disgust. Francis smiled calmly, licking his lips.

“I was hoping to get a bigger reaction from Alfred,” he waved his hand at Alfred and everyone turned to look at him. Alfred felt himself go red with embarrassment and his fists slowly unclenched, but before Alfred could say anything in defense, they heard fist meet face when Arthur punched Francis right in the jaw. Francis lay on the ground, staring up at Arthur wide-eyed.

“Leave him alone, git,” Arthur muttered, looking very stern. With that, Arthur turned on his heel and briskly walked out of the room, slightly stomping his feet. Alfred and the rest of the Allies watched him go, but Alfred felt like he had to do something. He shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other for a moment before making up his mind and running after Arthur. Without saying goodbye to the rest of the nations, he hurried out of the room. He saw Arthur stomping off down the hallway, about 6 yards from the meeting room door. Alfred ran to catch up. He touched Arthur on the shoulder and pulled him around. Arthur looked very unhappy.

“Hey,” Alfred said cautiously, not wanting to make Arthur any angrier, “Uhm… so… thanks for that…” He wasn’t really sure what to say because he wasn’t really sure what Francis had meant.

“I didn’t do it for you, brat!” He said, raising his voice.

“Then… what was that…” Alfred trailed off and Arthur sighed.

“The other night, Francis and I went out drinking and I accidentally told him something I shouldn’t have. He was just trying to start something.” Arthur turned very red and looked down at his feet.

“Well, what is it, maybe I can help,” Alfred offered. Arthur looked into Alfred’s face, seeming very offended.

“You cannot! This is all me! You need to stop being so nosy!” Alfred felt Arthur’s words sting him a little. He didn’t want to hear this, especially not on Valentine’s Day.

“You’re right,” Alfred agreed, not wanting to fight with Arthur anymore, “I should stop trying to get into other peoples’ business.” He hung his head and started to walk away, towards the stairs to leave the building. Arthur watched, slightly confused.

“I never said you had to leave, idiot,” He called after Alfred. The American perked his head up and looked at Arthur. They walked toward each other, meeting in the middle.

“I…” Arthur started, Alfred watched intently, studying Arthur’s face. Arthur noticed this and looked down quickly, a blush spreading across his cheeks. Alfred thought he looked very adorable. “I told Francis something about myself…” Alfred was still confused, he didn’t know how this would help him solve Arthur’s problem, but he waited patiently for the rest.

“I told him…” He sighed, “I told him that I… have feelings for you…” Alfred’s eyes widened. Arthur’s face stayed angled towards the ground. When Alfred didn’t respond, Arthur quickly cursed himself.

“Forget it, I shouldn’t have said anythi-“ But before could finish his sentence and walk away, Alfred had grabbed his by his arms and pulled him forward for a deep kiss. It was quick and short, but meaningful. Alfred let Arthur go but kept his hands resting on his arms. He felt a blush spread across his face and now it was his turn to look down at his feet. He dropped his hands to his sides and there was a long moment of silence before Arthur wrapped his arms around Alfred’s neck, pulling him closer and kissing him again. It was deeper and more sensual and Alfred kissed back eagerly. When they pulled away for air, Arthur looked deep into Alfred’s eyes and Alfred smiled back.

“I love you, Arthur,” and he knew he felt right saying it. It seemed like this was the moment he was living for, this was his destiny and there was nothing else, only Arthur.

“I love you, too, git,” Arthur teased.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Alfred whispered with a wide smile and they kissed again