APH-UKUS 3

This was the last thing Arthur could have ever imagined to happen to him. The last thing he ever believed possible, actually.

As his emerald eyes fluttered open as the morning sun glistened on his pale eye lids, he was shocked at what he saw…and felt. He stared down, wide eyed with a burst of shock that felt like a quake. His heart beat inside his chest so hard as he watched Alfred he felt as if it would break his ribs to pieces.

The younger nation was still sleeping, snoring noisily, but his muscular arms were wrapped firmly around the Brit's torso again. His bed head was pressed unconsciously against Arthur's chest and Arthur could feel the man pressed against him lovingly.

At first, he thought he was dreaming. But, he pinched himself so roughly and rapidly that it began to turn a dark shade of red on his arm. He knew he wasn't dreaming then.

Then, Arthur found himself trembling, and throbbing. He was so afraid Alfred would wake up because he didn't want this to end but at the same time wanted his temptation to stop. But he had to tell him, even if he wouldn't know it.

With a shaky sigh, Arthur slowly reached down and began running his slender fingers through that shaggy, dirty blonde hair of the American slowly. He stared down at him with tender eyes and a small smile crept its way onto his face. "I love you, Alfred. I always have and I always will. More than brothers, more than friends..." He admitted softly, still running his fingers through his crush's locks even though he was still trembling some.

"I love you more than that too, Iggy."

Arthur froze, his face shifting from tender to horrified in a moment as he watched the American's head turn around, wide awake, and those shining blue eyes stared back at him innocently.

Arthur pulled his hand away from the man's hair quickly. He was so confused and couldn't think. Finally, after staring at each other, he lost his self-control and, with a strawberry red face, he jerked his leg up, kicking the other man in the face, yelling. "Dammit Alfred, get the bloody hell off me!"

Alfred was confused to say the least. After being kicked he fixed his glasses that he had left on last night and rubbed his forehead where it burned now. "Ah-Ow! Man, Iggy! Dude! So not cool! What did I do?" America complained, still rubbing where Arthur's knee had collided.

But there was no answer. Instead the Brit had curled up in the silky blanket and scooted away, his face buried in his knees at the corner of the bed. Once Alfred saw this, he lost his annoyed attitude and his eyes saddened.

"Ar…Arthur? What's wrong? Oh come on Iggy, please don't cry." America soothed calmly, trying his best to make the other nation feel better. "Did you not mean what you said, Arthur?"

"I'm not crying, idiot!" Arthur whined, but didn't remove his face from his knees. This was not like him, but he couldn't help it. "I…I wasn't lying, git! You know I'm actually well-mannered enough not to!"

America smiled, wiping away a lonely tear that had started falling down Arthur's rosy cheek after moving his head up with his hand. "Good, 'cause I wasn't lying either." He replied softly before suddenly pulling the other man out of his huddled position and into a large hug, topping it with a large but sweet kiss on the lips. Then, gently, he pulled him closer into his chest and placed loving kissed on the smaller nation's head, but couldn't help but smile. "I couldn't tell you. I thought you hated me."

Arthur flinched. Had he actually come off that way to him? "N-No. Never have I hated you. Not after anything, I couldn't bare to." Arthur answered, curled up in the other nation's arms still.  

"Good, Iggy. Me either, dude. But, hey, how about we go get some breakfast?"