Take My Scars (An America + Lithuania LEMON)

Some more Yaoi for you guys! This happens to be one of my all-time favorite ships in Hetalia: Axis Powers so enjoy!

"Mr. Jones?" the young Lithuanian called out in search of the man he was working for. "I...I have your coffee!"

There was no answer, which could only mean one thing; he had either left without telling him or he was out in the backyard. He knew that Alfred had been doing some cleaning in his basement, so perhaps he was going to take a break?

Toris Laurinatis was employed by Alfred's family as their personal servant and had been working for them for about a month and a half. He was from Lithuania, and he sought refuge in America from his abusive lover back home. The first thing he needed was a job, and he got average pay being the Jones family servant. 

He was a particularly handsome young man of nineteen with shoulder-length brown hair and green eyes that had hints of sadness in them. Though his introversion often got the best of him, he was still very sensitive with a kind heart. Inside, he was struggling to try and forget about his horrible past of physical and mental abuse, as well as a history of suffering from inhumane violence and brutality.

Toris walked out to the backyard with the tray of coffee, still trying to find Alfred. He saw the young man of the same age sitting on the wooden bench facing an elaborate, tranquil garden that was small but aesthetic. He walked over and smiled shyly at the young blond man sitting down.

"Ah, there you are," the Lithuanian said. Alfred looked up at him and smiled at him grandly, as he always had. He was always so fun-loving and cheerful, even completely childish at times; nevertheless, many people liked him.

"Thanks!" Alfred said, adjusting his plain, clear-lensed glasses higher up on his nose bridge as he took his cup of coffee. Toris nodded, and as he made his way to the house, Alfred turned his back and watched him.

"Hey, Toris!" he called out. The young servant walked back to the bench and stood prim and proper as he waited for his next task. Instead, he saw Alfred pat the seat next to him.

"Come sit with me. Take a break for a little bit," he insisted, still patting the seat next to him on the wooden bench. Toris nodded shyly and did as told, looking over at Alfred, calculating him and his outward appearance.

Alfred was quite handsome himself, and he had a carefree, fun-loving personality besides having a ridiculous addiction to hamburgers and soda. He had dirty blond hair with an ahoge near the part in his hair, and his eyes were sky blue. He wore glasses that were both functional and stylish, making him look as sophisticated as people would expect a young man of nineteen to be. The sun seemed to gleam off him as he took the first sip of his coffee, and Toris smiled at him. Alfred looked over at him.

"Hey, sorry if I'm delaying you from chores," he told the Lithuanian. Toris shook his head.

"It's perfectly alright, Mr. Jones," he replied with a smile that faded quickly.

"Just...from now on, call me Alfred," Alfred said as he sipped his coffee again. Toris looked at him and blinked.

"Oh," he said. "Alright."

"You've become my friend now," Alfred added, trying to give him a reason why he didn't have to use formality with him. Toris nodded, looking at the oleander shrub between the pastel pink peony bushes. He took in a breath of fresh, dewy spring air as he looked ahead at the small garden area.

Alfred took another sip of his coffee and looked at Toris, intrigued by the misery hidden behind his verdant, seemingly jaded eyes. Unbeknownst to him, the most recent years in Toris' life had been so full of anguish, both mental and physical, and to huge extents at that. He had been mistreated, misunderstood, underestimated, and a victim of circumstance. Fleeing to America to start a new life was his only hope. Unfortunately, Toris was deeply discouraged at receiving a letter from his lover begging him to come back with the promise of treating him better. He did not want to go back to Eastern Europe; he wanted to stay and enjoy his new life, his new job, and any new opportunities that would have come his way.

"Toris?" Alfred asked. "Is everything alright?" The Lithuanian sighed, thinking of the letter.

"Everything is fine," he responded. Something is on his mind, Alfred thought, keeping his sky-blue eyes on him.

"Toris, please," the young blond man pleaded kindly, moving a bit closer to him with his coffee in hand. "I don't know if I've ever told you this, but you can always feel free to talk to me about anything. Anything at all."

The Lithuanian looked at Alfred, his green eyes widening ever so slightly at his statement. Nobody had ever cared about him, nobody had ever been kind to him, and nobody ever tried to become his friend. He looked at him and sighed.

"Well," he began with a sad tone in his voice. "I guess things are not that easy." He had caught Alfred's full attention at that moment. 

"What do you mean?" he asked, looking at him as he started to speak. Toris got up from his seat and walked away, his back facing Alfred at a reasonable distance. Alfred watched him, hearing faint sobbing coming from the Lithuanian. Within seconds, Alfred rushed over to him and tried to console him, but the sobs seemed so heavy that they weighed his words down like a thousand boulders.

"I...I don't want to go back," he said as his voice cracked. Tears rushed down his cheeks as Alfred stood there to listen.

"Go back? What do you mean? What happened?" Alfred questioned. Toris sniffled and wiped his eyes, but more tears continued to roll down his cheeks.

"I can't face him anymore," he cried vaguely.

"Who?" 

"Ivan," Toris finally said after a throaty gulp and a moment of undisturbed silence.

"Is he...your lover?" Alfred questioned.

"Yes," Toris answered, beginning to cry. Alfred took the Lithuanian into his arms and let him cry on his shoulder, patting his back gently. 

"Hey buddy, it's alright," the blond man said with deep sympathy. He sighed for a moment. "What happened?" 

"I...I...I received a letter from him...two days ago," Toris answered with grief. "He...he wants me to return." He began crying again. "I can't face him anymore! Not after all he's done to me!" 

"Alright, alright," Alfred said calmly, patting his friend's back. "Why don't we go inside?"

Toris nodded with a sniffle, and they walked into Alfred's living room. They both say down on the comfortable ivory sofa and faced each other. Toris breathed so heavily he couldn't speak for a moment.

"Why didn't you tell me about the letter, Toris?" Alfred asked.

 

"Because I...never talk about these things," the Lithuanian said. "It's...it's painful." He wept softly, thinking of his past. Alfred hugged him and rocked him gently.

"Tell me. Tell me about everything that happened to you," he inquired. "I am here to listen. Also, it will help to talk to somebody."

Toris knew it would take a lot of courage not only to tell him what happened, but also to trust him. He knew that if Alfred claimed to be his friend, it didn't necessarily mean he could always trust him or count on him. He began speaking, despite difficulty, and tears began rolling down his cheeks to think of the painful memories.

 

"I...well...I have known Ivan since we were children. We became friends...as we got older," Toris began tearfully. "And then...he...he wanted me all for himself."

"Oh?" Alfred's curiosity grew significantly as he listened to Toris' story.

"Ivan...well..." Tears fell again and Toris' voice cracked. "He forced me to live with him...and work for him..." He sobbed so hard he couldn't breathe. "He...he wanted complete control over me. He wanted me to work for him against my will. And...whenever I tried to escape, Ivan would...he would...he'd..."

Toris' sentence trailed off into the sound of falling tears and heavy sobbing. Alfred held him and patted his back, letting him cry on his shoulder. His emotions could no longer be controlled; he was so broken that he didn't think it was possible for his soul to be mended ever again.

"What...did Ivan....do?" Alfred asked anxiously but calmly. Toris choked up and finally finished the sentence that trailed off.

"He...he beat me," he said, weeping loudly. "He would...cut me...whip me...he did....everything he could...to leave his...mark on me."

Alfred's eyes widened and he held him again, encouraging him to let his emotions pour out. Toris continued to weep and cry as a replay of the distressing memories showed itself in his mind. 

"Toris, I am so sorry," the blond man told him. "That's terrible." The Lithuanian continued to cry heavily, but wiped his reddened eyes with the clean white sleeve of his uniform shirt.

"The last time Ivan tried to hurt me was when I rejected his marriage proposal," he added.

"When was this? Was it in the letter?" Alfred asked, his arm around Toris' shoulder. He shook his head slowly.

"No, it was before I came to America," he said. "He...he forced me to marry him, but when I said no, he...he beat me up very badly and...whipped me. Then, well...he...he violated me."

"He what?" Alfred asked with disbelief.

"Yes, he raped me, and it wasn't the first time it happened. I have had it happen many times. He did it every time. He even...did it when I slept sometimes," Toris said, a distinct frown on his face.

"Jesus," Alfred muttered under his breath with sympathetic incredulity. He sighed and looked back into Toris' verdant, sad eyes.

"Well, you are always welcome to stay here if you wish," Alfred said. "I am willing to open up my home to you...and...to keep you safe from him. You won't have to deal with him anymore."

Toris' face lit up only a little bit, looking at the blond young man. No one had ever been so kind to him, not had they ever had the decency to open up their home to them. He smiled sadly and hugged Alfred tightly.

"Thank you, Mr. Jones. I...I am so grateful," Toris said with deep gratitude. Alfred hugged him, patting his back gently. 

"Don't thank me. I'm only doing the right thing," Alfred said. 

They had a moment of mutual eye contact, not letting anything distract them. Suddenly, their faces leaned into each others and they kissed briefly. Tori's blushed, feeling emotions that seemed to have been locked away for a long time (at least since Ivan's first romantic advance toward him). Alfred looked at him and saw the blank, blushing look on his face.

"Toris? Are you ok?" Alfred asked, caressing his face gently.

"Yes," he answered with a shy, morose smile. "I...I have never been so happy in all my life. That's all."

"You're...happy with me?" Alfred asked. 

"Yes...I...I love you," Toris told him nervously. Alfred's face lit up a bit, and he smiled at him, holding him close.

"I...I love you, too, Toris. I...I would give up my life just to keep you safe," the American replied with sincerity. 

Toris' tears of sadness turned to tears of happiness as the two young men embraced once again. The Lithuanian blushed, Alfred kissing him gently and slowly. He accepted the kiss and wrapped his arms around his neck, moaning gently as they locked lips.

The kiss became more passionate, and before long, the two men were in Alfred's bedroom, making out with each other against the wall. Alfred was kissing and licking Toris' neck gently. Toris panted and sighed as his nails dug into the fabric covering Alfred's back. That was his cue to remove his shirt to expose his lanky, but somewhat muscular frame. Toris kissed him passionately, channelling strong emotions into Alfred as tears continued to stream from the corners of his eyes.

 

Before long, the two young men were on the bed, caressing and kissing each other, but Toris kept his shirt on the entire time despite his temperature rising. Alfred, finally realizing this, looked down and unbuttoned Toris' clean white shirt, but he stopped him.

 

"What's the matter?" he asked. Toris sighed, and started to cry again.

 

"You...you can't see me like this," the Lithuanian said with tears emanating from his eyes, turning on his side. Alfred placed a hand on his clothed arm.

 

"We can stop, if you want," Alfred suggested.

 

"No," Toris sobbed. "I...I am ugly."

 

"Why would you think that?"

 

Reluctant to answer his question with words, Toris undid his dress shirt and discarded it, throwing it on the floor with his back facing Alfred, whose facial expression was a mixture of shock and deep concern. A good percentage of Toris' back was scarred, bruised, cut, scabby; it were as though Toris' view of himself were to be true. However, Alfred saw beyond the scars and knew deep down that he was a brave man for putting up with a harsh man like Ivan. Without saying a word, Alfred ran his hand nervously over the scars on Toris' back and starting kissing the damaged flesh.

 

"Ah! Stop! Please! No one can ever love me for this," Toris begged, crying as he felt the American's lips caress his secrets. Alfred kissed nearly every inch of his back, and made his way back up to the nape of his neck.

 

"I'll love you no matter what. You are still you, and I love you for who you are," Alfred whispered. Touched by his words, Toris wiped his eyes and turned his head to share a passionate, fiery kiss with Alfred, who reached in the front of Toris' slacks to unbuckle them and take them off. The Lithuanian helped Alfred take off his, too, and before they knew it, Toris was on the bottom of Alfred with their lips in a captivatingly beautiful kiss.

 

Alfred kissed down his neck, trying to find his sweet spot. Toris sighed gently, but gasped when he started kissing the area where his neck met his shoulder. His fingertips ran down the smooth, warm skin of Alfred's defined back as the American kissed and sucked at his sweet spot repeatedly, making the Lithuanian arch against Alfred as he pleased him.

 

"Ah! Alfred!" he sighed, continuing to moan as the temperature between the men grew to an almost sizzling height.

 

Alfred moved lower, kissing all over Toris' chest before kissing and licking his flat nipples. The Lithuanian liked the feeling, and ran his fingers through Alfred's hair, removing his glasses and putting them on the nightstand for him. Alfred continued at his nipples, making Toris moan gently as he travelled down to his flat, lanky abdomen before finally taking off his boxers. Toris blushed significantly as he felt Alfred's hand stroke his member.

 

"Hmm," the American groaned, looking at the size and girth of the Lithuanian. When he licked the tip, Toris jerked up and sighed, panting loudly.

 

"Alfred!" he exclaimed with pleasure as he started to lightly suck up and down his shaft. Any part of Toris' member that Alfred couldn't fit in his mouth he stroked using a twisting motion activated by just a flick of the wrist. Toris jerked his head back onto the white fluffy pillow and ran his fingers gently through his hair.

 

"Agh! Ngh!" he groaned, the pressure and speed of Alfred's hand and mouth strokes increasing. He felt his free hand go to fondle his balls, and as he moved his member up, Alfred began sucking on Toris' balls with enough pressure to make him shout and scream in ecstatic bliss.

 

"AH!" Toris yelped out in pleasure. "It feels so good!"

 

"It does?" Alfred asked, giving his mouth a break so he can stroke him. Toris nodded, and Alfred sucked him until he came in his mouth. Alfred swallowed every bit of it; tastes so good, he thought as he tasted the salty, but sweet taste of Toris' seed.

 

Alfred kissed Toris on the lips again, and there was no fight for dominance during their time together. They really loved each other and Toris was very happy to be in good hands. the Lithuanian knelt upon Alfred's request, and he went at kissing the long, deep scars on his back once again. For once, Toris felt loved and accepted, not abused and rejected; for this he was very grateful, and with every kiss to his lips or body came a moment where he felt even closer to and more in love with Alfred.

 

When Alfred removed his own pants, he did not bother to stick his rock-hard erection into Toris just yet. Instead, he held both of his buttocks and started to lick his behind, making the Lithuanian gasp with pleasure.

 

"Ah! Alfred!" he sighed, gripping the bed sheets as he received pleasure from Alfred. He fondled his buttocks as he licked deeper into his hole. Toris, on the other hand, panted and his heart raced significantly.

 

"Alfred! Oh, Alfred!" he cried out in ecstasy. His tongue flicked at his butt wildly, causing a foreign fire to burn with intensity within Toris' loins. Alfred didn't necessarily taste anything, but his licking was only a start to when he started putting fingers inside of him. The sensation of Alfred's digits entering his rear made him moan even louder than ever before.

 

"Am I hurting you?" Alfred questioned, thrusting his finger in and out of Toris.

 

"No, I'm fine," Toris replied shyly with a streak of red across his face.

 

The walls of Toris' rectum felt rather strange on Alfred's fingers, but the stretching sensation of the outer part with the digital thrusting felt and looked better. As Toris moaned, Alfred stroked his own member, gradually working up the point to where he was close to coming. To prevent coming so soon, he stopped thrusting his fingers into Toris, and kneeled behind his raised buttocks, thrusting into him gently.

 

Toris gripped the bed sheets, adding to the messy arrangement of the sheets. Alfred sighed and bit his lower lip, thrusting into Toris' ass slowly, going in and out with an even amount of pressure as he held the sides of his butt.

 

"Oh," Toris moaned.

 

"Feel good?" Alfred asked. Toris nodded slowly, still blushing and panting.

 

"Yes. You can move now," said the Lithuanian.

 

Within a matter of moments, Alfred's member sped up inside Toris, both men moaning loudly from the pleasure they were giving and receiving. The Lithuanian rested his head and shoulders forward on the bed, liking the increasingly powerful thrusts going in and out of him.

 

"Ah....oh....ahh...ngh...ooh," Toris moaned repeatedly. Alfred went a bit faster and harder inside of him, hitting the  sweet spot he was looking for. The Lithuanian began to shout and scream in ecstasy, tossing his head back in the air as his hands crushed the fabric of the bed linens.

 

"AH! OH!"

 

"Toris! Oh my god!" Alfred shouted, leaning down to share a quick kiss with Toris as he thrust in and out him, repeatedly hitting his sweet spot.

 

"I feel so alive!" Toris exclaimed.

 

"I'm going to come!" the American warned.

 

"I am, too!" Toris answered with a loud moan to accompany it.

 

Moaning each others names, they both came. When Alfred pulled out of Toris, he saw some of his seed drip out of the hole. Within a few moments, both men were laying down, facing each other as they kisses, caressed, and looked into each other's eyes.

 

"I love you, Toris," Alfred said. Toris smiled shyly, but it was laced with happiness.

 

"I love you, too, Alfred. Very much," he whispered with his thick Lithuanian intonation. Alfred caressed his face gently and kissed his forehead.

 

"Toris, you may feel free to live with me," Alfred told him. For the first time in a long while, Toris showed teeth in his smile.

 

"I wouldn't be happier any other way," he said, planting a gentle, tender kiss on Alfred's anticipating lips.

 

Before they fell asleep together, Alfred told Toris; "you will never have to deal with Ivan again as long as I am around."

Star-Spangled Fantasy (America + Reader Hetalia LEMON)

POOM!
KA-POOM!
BOOM-BOOM-KA-POOM!

"Alright!" Alfred exclaimed with excitement. "Fireworks!"

You, Alfred, Francis, Arthur and Ivan were sitting in your backyard on folding lawn chairs with different drinks in your hands as you watched the Fourth of July fireworks. Francis held a glass of red wine, Ivan had his vodka, Arthur was drinking a glass of iced tea garnished with a lemon, and you and Alfred sat close together with sodas. It also happened to be Alfred's birthday, and the five of you had a little party at your house for him. The chocolate cake you guys had was decorated in red, white and blue frosting that made messes on everyone's faces. Because Alfred wasn't supposed to tell what he wished for while blowing out the candles on his cake, he kept thinking about it in his head and no matter how hard he tried to stop, it didn't work; he had wished to become your boyfriend.

As the colorful bombs bursted in the night sky, Alfred managed to move closer to you, placing his arm around your shoulder as he stared at you; your attention was fixed on the colorful fireworks in the sky. I wish they had one that says "I love you, (name)", Alfred thought as his lolly blue eyes turned to the sky. As far as he knew, he had been in love with you since the first moment he saw you, and he secretly loved you so much he was fiercely determined to make you his one and only. Alfred had often talked about how beautiful he thought you were to the other Allies, from your glittering, clear (e/c) eyes and your shiny (h/c) tresses. In that year in which you had known him, you had known him very well and hung out with him on numerous occasions, most of which Alfred tried to make advances but you were too busy to notice that he liked you as much as he did.

Then there came that moment when your eyes met; Alfred intrigued you a lot, and you didn't know that he had intense feelings for you. He smirked and begin giggling, but you managed to notice that his face, illuminated by the fireworks bursting in the sky, was a funny shade of pink.

"What's so funny, Alfred?" you asked, laughing along with how foolishly he was acting. He was cute when he was like this.

"Nothing, (name)," he answered, sipping from his straw. "Hey, do you...I mean, maybe, we can go inside when Francis and Ivan leave? Maybe, uh...play a game?" This was a first--you didn't really own any board games, and he knew this. You cocked an eyebrow up in shock. What is wrong with him, you wondered.

"That's a first," you said with jocular sarcasm. Alfred kept on smiling at you as you drank your soda. Your eyes met again, and he just broke out in laughter.

"What is it, Alfred?" you asked again, getting frustrated. "Is there something on my face? Why are you laughing?"

Alfred barely answered with anything but a hearty laugh. He placed his hand on his stomach and guffawed. You idiot, he thought to himself, you're making a fool of yourself in front of (name). Pull yourself together!

"Excuse me," Alfred said, getting up from his seat and leaving his drink with you. "I'm going to use your bathroom. Watch my drink, please."

You watched him as Alfred walked into your house. Shaking your head, you continued to watch the fireworks, but once the light show was over, Ivan and Francis walked toward you after folding up their chairs.

"(Name)," Francis began. "Alfred told us not to tell you but he likes you a lot." You brought your eyebrows together, looking at him strangely until Ivan had his say.

"He always talks about how...much he loves you, (name)," he told her. "Alfred always tells us about you after you two hang out."

"Oh, please," you said, throwing your hand up in the air indifferently. "That's ridiculous. The only reason why Alfred is acting like a dweeb is because it's his birthday and he is enjoying the fireworks."

"No, (name)," Francis cut in rudely. "Alfred has tender feelings for you and doesn't know how to show it. Ivan and I will take our leave; we will not argue with you."

You rolled your eyes in annoyance as they walked away with their lawn chairs and drinks. Arthur folded up his chair as well, but stayed behind with you. He sensed your discomfort and tried to console you.

"Don't listen to France," Arthur told you to reassure you. "He's a wanker."

"I know...I mean, we all know that," you told him. "I just think it's a bit far-fetched that Alfred likes me as much as they say. It just...doesn't seem that way. He teases me constantly as if I were one of you guys."

"Not to take their side, but America does like you. In fact, it seems like you are the only thing he thinks about," Arthur added with a deep breath. "You know he and I are close, right?" You nodded slowly, paying close attention to what he had to say.

"Even though France was being a prick, he and Ivan were telling the truth. He always tells us about how beautiful and amazing he thinks you are and that alone proves he likes you. If I were you, (name), I wouldn't say anything to him. Let him bring it up and see where it goes from there. It'll only ruin things if it's the latter," he clarified primly. You nodded, trusting his advice dearly. Arthur hugged you and let go to say goodbye.

"Good night, (name)," he said. "Alfred is in the house. Don't tell him I told you--act normal."

As he walked off, you thought about what he had said. All the guys who had liked you before had been so romantic and serious--Alfred seemed to be the exact opposite. He was fun-loving and was obsessed with justice and freedom, and he treated you like "one of the guys". This is pretty much why you never thought he liked you.

You folded up the two chairs you and Alfred sat in and placed them on the back porch before entering your house through the white, swinging screen door. You pushed your fingers up through your (h/c) tresses and walked into the kitchen, where you saw Alfred sitting at the small, round table made of light wood with his elbow on the table and his forehead resting in his hand. He looked as though he were in deep thought, but you still took the liberty on sitting across from him. Alfred jerked up from his state of thought and looked at you, amazed by your presence; to him, it was like being in front of a goddess.

"Oh...uh, (name)," he said, jerking a smile. "I thought...uh...well, are the fireworks over?"

"Yes, you missed the last few minutes," you said. "There wasn't much." He pouted his lips and raised his eyebrows curiously.

"Where is everyone else?" he asked.

"They all left, Alfred," you told him. "How come you came in here? Did you use the bathroom?" Looks like we are alone now, he thought in his mind, I guess I should tell her how I feel.

"Yes," he said nervously, preparing himself for what he was going to tell you. His tone changed to sound a bit brighter. "It looks like we're alone. Just you and I."

"Yeah," you said, somewhat creeped out by this thought. It was just you and your friend Alfred--how bad could it have possibly been? You had known him so well; what were the odds of him doing something stupid to you? You gasped when you felt the sudden sensation of his hand caress yours as it rested on the table. His touch was magnificently soft, which was ironic considering he was a boy and was expected to have rough skin. Your (e/c) eyes met with his clear, lollipop-blue eyes, which had an invisible fire burning within them. Alfred wanted you in the best and worst ways possible.

"Alfred," you told him softly. He leaned forward and began caressing your face with that same gentle touch he had used when he placed his hands on top of yours. His pearl-white teeth showed in a bright smile directed at you. You couldn't help but blush; he was really showing his cute, romantic side now.

"Have you ever been told you are beautiful, (name)?" he asked.

The rest of the Allies were right; Alfred did like her, and he was showing surefire signs of it right now. Honestly, you thought he was adorable in his own, unique way, but you had never really harbored romantic feelings for him. Unbeknownst to you, this was the night everything was going to change for the both of you.

"Maybe a few times," you told him frankly, placing your hand on top of the one that was caressing your cheek. "Well, my ex called me that all the time."

"Do you...still think about your ex?" Alfred questioned, hoping for a positive answer as he removed his hand from your face slowly.

"No, he's out of my life now," you answered sadly. "He used me for one thing only; he never cared about what I thought. He still continued to use me."

"Pathetic," Alfred said with pity in his voice. "You've moved on, it seems. You need a man who will look out for you and love you. Someone who will respect you and your choices. Someone...someone like me, (name). I love you."

He finally admitted it. You smiled and stood up from your seat at the table and looked up at the clock; it was 10:04 PM, and usually, you didn't fall asleep for another hour or two.  You looked down at the mint green linoleum floor as you heard Alfred stand up and walk behind you, snaking his arms around your waist from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder, and, as a way of accepting his advances, you reached back and ruffled his dirty-blond hair. You sighed as you turned around, your eyes meeting in a tender gaze; Alfred took your hands and held them with endearment.

"Do you...love me, too, (name)?" he asked. You licked your lips and looked up at him.

"I don't know what to say, Alfred. You're one of my best friends," you said to him. "I've never felt like this before...for anybody. I guess I do love you, but I'm so unsure and...totally confused."

"I'm fine with it if you don't, but understand that if you don't, I'll walk out that door and go on with life in the most miserable manner possible," he said. You felt like he was trying to get you to say yes, but you chuckled at this. You thought for a moment, closing your eyes, before saying anything else.

"Kiss me," you pleaded in a gentle voice. Alfred smiled and lifted your chin up, kissing your lips in a way that made you nearly melt like butter in his arms. His hands held you close to him as your hands were stroking the nape of his neck and his hair during your tender kiss. You moaned gently as his hands wandered your clothed body; this intrigued him, for he wanted to strip you of all your garments and make passionate love to you. He broke the kiss and wrapped your legs around his waist, carrying you to the bedroom across the hall. You fell onto the bed; Alfred was on top of you, staring down into your eyes lustfully.

"Let's set off some sparks tonight, (name)," he said breathily. "Or, we can just lay here and--"

"No, Alfred," you told him with a sigh, placing your index finger to his lips to shush him. "I want to."

"Really? I thought--"

"Alfred, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me," you said meaningfully. "I'm in love with you, too."

He smiled and removed his shirt, revealing a manly figure. Turned on by this sight, you ran your hands over his smooth, muscular chest as he started kissing you again. You had been wearing a white tank top and denim shorts, which Alfred worked his way through at an instant, exposing your panties and bra. You didn't cower, but you did blush; you were half-naked in front of one of your best friends and it was a guy.

"Hey, don't turn red on me," Alfred chuckled playfully, noticing your slight embarrassment. His lips attacked your neck, making you moan at the feeling of his hot breath and lips caressing your skin. His hands were on your waist as one of your arms snaked around his neck and the other had a hand that was gripping at the bedspread, enjoying the erotic intensity building up between you two. When Alfred undid the front clasp on your bra with his teeth, you closed your eyes, waiting for his reaction. You had always been insecure about your breasts because they were so big.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, leaning down to caress and kiss your breasts. You moaned, emotionally engulfed by the loving power of his touch. Your ex never touched (or loved) you like this; Alfred was inexperienced at pleasing women, but to you, he was everything you ever wanted. You felt his arms snake around your torso as he buried his face within your pleasingly sizable bosom. You moaned even louder and gasped when he kissed your cleavage.

"Alfred!" you shouted. You felt and saw him smile against your left breast as his tongue began teasing your nipples. You arched your back significantly, moaning from a severe amount of bliss.

"Alfred! Oh, please," you begged.

"Please, what? I'm not done yet," Alfred cooed, sucking on your other nipple with as much fervor as the other. Then, his lips found yours and you kissed passionately. You gasped and your eyes widened as you felt Alfred's fingers go into the front of your panties and stroke you. You spread your legs open to make it easier, and you moaned within your kiss.

"You're soaked," he told you in a whisper, sucking on your nipples. "You want it really badly, don't you, (name)?"

"Not yet," you told him in a blissful moan.

"You want me to taste you?" he offered with a seductive tone in his voice.

"Oh, yes! Anything! I'm all yours, Alfred!" you moaned with a deep sigh of pleasure.

He removed his pants just before he slowly removed your panties. You didn't blush as much, but he opened your legs a bit more to fit his upper body so he could worship your divinity. He caressed your thighs as his tongue began teasing you slowly from your entrace to your button, causing you to grip the sheets in response to the immense amount of pleasure you were receiving.

"ALFRED! Oh, yes!" you gasped as he started to lick and suck on your clit. He held your hips completely still as he continued to please you. Keeping his tongue on your clit, he inserted a finger into your entrance, making you moan and shout louder.

"I can't take it anymore, Alfred! Please! I need it!" you shouted as he moved his finger and and out of you as he sucked on your clit.

"Ooh, you're begging. That's a turn-on," he said, getting on his knees to remove his blue boxers to reveal his member. You gasped at the sight of it; it was average in size, but while erect, it looked so much bigger.

"Oh my! It's so big!" you exclaimed. You saw him start to stroke it before he kneeled between your legs to initiate the ultimate act of love. He had a hand on your hip as his head teased your entrance.

"Are you ready, (name)?" Alfred asked sweetly.

"Yes, whenever you are," you chuckled. Alfred giggled as he entered you slowly. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he thrusted in and out of you. The pleasure instantly set in, allowing you to just lay there and relax.

"Oh, Alfred," you gasped amorously. "Harder."

He knew that in order to go harder, he needed to go faster. You held him close to you as he continued going in and out of you.

"Dear god, (name), you're tight," Alfred groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "It feels so good!"

"Oh yeah!" you exclaimed as he quickened his pace and slammed into you. Alfred took your legs and wrapped them around his waist, allowing him to thrust deeper into your liquid heat. You arched your neck back and started to scream once you felt your g-spot being hit by his member.

"ALFRED!! YES! OH, ALFRED!!" It was like you were under an spell of pure erotic ecstasy--the feeling of becoming one with Alfred was beautiful. You felt tears stream from your eyes as a result of the beautiful emotions, but once Alfred noticed your joyful tears, he kissed you gently and looked into your eyes.

"Are you alright, (name)? I'm not hurting you, am I?" he asked.

"I'm more than alright," you said emotionally, caressing his cheek. "I am full of love for you, Alfred. I'm so glad we are expressing it."

"Oh, me too, (name)," Alfred answered passionately, holding your hips to help him thrust steadily. "I love you so much, (name)."

You wrapped your arms around Alfred and held him closely as you two started kissing fervently. His thrusts became more intense, and he began to suck and kiss your neck, making you moan louder than ever before.

"ALFRED! Oh, Alfred! Oh my! I can't take it anymore! I'm going to...oh! I'm going to cum!" you screamed.

"Ah, me too! Oh yeah! (NAME)!!!" Alfred answered. Your legs hugged his hips tightly, but you came before he did. Alfred pulled out and started jacking off until his cum sprayed your torso; his semen was on your breasts, stomach, and upper chest. He groaned as he released, and you took a finger and took some of his cum on your finger and licked it off. It tasted so sweet you took more onto your finger.

"Alfred, why didn't you tell me your cum tasted good?" you asked with a chuckle. "If I had known ahead of time, I would have blown you!"

"I wouldn't know how I taste," he said, leaning down to kiss you, driven by the passion that had taken residence in his loins. Your eyes met, and Alfred moved one of your (h/c) tresses out of your face.

"Will you be my girlfriend, (name)?" Alfred asked you, taking you into his arms.

"Yes," you answered. "As long as you are my boyfriend."

"Of course. I love you, (name)," he said. "There are many beautiful girls out there, but you are the epitome of them all. You are my star-spangled fantasy."

When She Said I Do... (A Hetalia America One-Shot)

Standing on a wide stool with her bridesmaids making final adjustments to her dress before her wedding to Alfred, Penny Hingham faced the full-length wood framed mirror, admiring her reflection through a thin white mesh veil. Her dress was made of fine Belgian lace and had long sleeves and a full poofy skirt of fine satin. On the bodice that flattered her voluptuous hourglass figure was a sash wrapped around her petite waist that tied in a large decorative bow in the back. Her veil covered her face and had a tiara of silver and cubic zirconia diamonds, which was fastened by combs to her fiery red hair that was styled in a classic chignon. Once you stepped down from the stool, your bridesmaids gasped in awe at how beautiful a bride she was.

"You look so beautiful, Penny!" Beatrice, your maid of honor, cooed with her hands to her mouth. You looked at her dress, a light purple long-sleeves gown, and smiled--any shade of violet complimented her golden blonde hair perfectly.

"You do, too, Bea," Penny answered. A bridesmaid took her hand and led her to the garden, which served as the backyard of Alfred's small mansion.

"Come now or Alfred will think you've gotten cold feet!" she urged.

After being led to the beginning of the aisle of rows set up facing the trellis arch where she and Alfred were to be married, the bridesmaids wished her luck as they processed down the aisle with the maid of honor leading them. Each of them held a bouquet of lavender flowers and pink roses. When the time came for Penny to walk down the aisle, she took a deep breath and clutched her bouquet of red and white roses tightly as she walked slowly toward the minister and Alfred, the groom, who were standing under the trellis arch. The bridal march was played by two renowned violinists from France; Francis (France) made this particular contribution to his ally's special day. Penny looked ahead and saw Alfred look at her through his large, gleaming glasses, and she saw he was properly dressed for the occasion in a black tuxedo and bow tie. Once she got to the arch, Alfred took Penny's hand and kissed it, trying to be a gentleman to his new bride.

"You look beautiful," he said to her before the minister began reading from his book.

"Dearly beloved, we all gather here today to witness the union of Alfred Jones and Penny Hingham," he began.

Penny was nervous inside, but she knew that Alfred would be the best husband in the world. The two had met as young children and they maintained close contact through the years. They had dated for a brief time in high school, but rekindled their flame just two years before their wedding. Though it was somewhst tumultuous, they still were very compatible with each other.

"Do you, Alfred Jones, take Penny Hingham to be your lawfully wedded wife; for better or for worse, through sickness and in health, till death do you part?" the minister asked.

"I do," Alfred replied.

"And do you, Penny Hingham, take Alfred Jones to be your lawfully wedded husband; for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" the minister asked the bride. She nodded softly.

"I...I do," she said shyly. Vows and rings were exchanged by the couple, and the minister concluded the rite.

"If there are any present who object to this union and feels that these two should not be married, speak now for forever hold your peace," he declared. No one responded--it made Penny feel better knowing that people were happy for her on her marriage to Alfred.

"Alright then," the minister whispered. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Alfred moved closer and picked up the veil that covered Penny's pretty face. After looking into her sparkling green eyes, he leaned down and kissed her, embracing her while doing so. People clapped, but then there was one more announcement.

"I now present Mr. and Mrs. Alfred Jones," he said. As Alfred and Penny walked back to the entryway, people threw rice at them, but out of nowhere came red rosebuds. Alfred looked over and saw Francis toss them at he and his new wife.

"Thanks, Francis!" he said.