"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!"

"Arthur, please calm down-"

The Brit angrily shoved the French man away from himself as tears immediately started pouring from his dull, emerald eyes. "What the hell, Beilshimdt!? What the hell did you do!?"

The red-eyed man raised his hands in an attempt to calm the shaken male. "Please, Arthur, you have to listen to me. I had to do this! If I didn't-"

"I don't give a damn about your job!" Arthur shrieked, throwing the nearest object, which happened to be a wrench. "How could you do this!? Why would you do this to me? To him!? I thought you were his friend!"

Gilbert's red eyes widened. "I was! I am! That's why I did it! Because I owed him and we were friends!"

Arthur screamed, pulling at his hair. "So you took him apart and sewed him back together with bolts and wires!? That's how you treat a friend? That's how you repay someone?"

He reached for something else to throw, but was stopped by a warm, gentle hand. Arthur's head snapped up, watery eyes wide.

Blue eyes looked emotionlessly down at Arthur. Sobs tumbled through Arthur's lips as he trembled. Francis hurried over and gathered the small male into his arms. "Come on, dear Arthur. We must get you out of here." Francis lead Arthur out, keeping the Brit's head down so he wouldn't look.

Arthur shook his head. "That's not him... That is not truly him..." Arthur clung to Francis, drenching the older male's shirt. "That's not my Alfred."

~

Arthur trembled, straddling the taller male's hips.

"Arthur?" Said Brit looked up at the man below him, biting his lip to keep the tears back. The blue-eyed man raised a gentle, calloused hand and cupped Arthur's pale cheek. "You know we don't have to. We can stop. Just my fingers alone hurt you."

The Brit gulped, then shook his head. "I-I want to. I need this. I'm just... Just nervous."

The blue-eyed man sighed and nodded. "Are you sure you want to ride me? Or do you want to lay back and let me do it?"

Again, Arthur shook his head. "You've been making me feel good. I want to make you feel good, too." He leaned down and pressed his trembling lips to the younger man's chapped lips. "Alfred, I need you."

Alfred looked into Arthur's eyes, then smiled. "Okay. Do whatever makes you comfortable or whatever feels good. If it hurts too much, you can stop."

"Okay." Arthur sucked in a deep breath, then slowly moved his hips down. He let out a high-pitched, breathy whine as he stopped, not even halfway.

The American bit his lip, holding Arthur's hips. He groaned at the tightness around his head, then looked up at the pained expression on Arthur's face. "Arthur," he whispered, gently caressing the pale skin of his lover.

"I-it hurts," Arthur whimpered, his hands forming fists against Alfred's toned chest. "B-but I c-can do it." He forced himself lower, quite fast. He cried out at the sudden stretch and Alfred grunted at the sudden squeeze around his throbbing member. Arthur hunched over, tears dripping from his eyes and onto Alfred's skin. "O-oh, God," he murmured, squeezing his eyes shut. "It hurts... It hurts so bad."

"We... We don't have ta... Ta keep going," Alfred groaned, raising one hand to wipe away tears.

But Arthur shook his head. "Y-yes we do!" Arthur jerked his hips up, then right back down so all of Alfred's length was inside. "Alfred!" He cried loudly, his nails digging into his palms.

"Arthur!" Alfred gasped, his grip on the Brit's hips tightening. "Arthur..."

Shaking heavily, he looked up at Alfred. "M-maybe I-I sh-should lay b-back."

Alfred smiled, then carefully rolled them over so he lay on his small lover. Arthur wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck tightly, burying his face in the younger man's neck as his legs were raised for Alfred to position himself better. "I'll be gentle, mkay?" Arthur nodded, fisting Alfred's wheaten blonde hair, his pinkie accidentally hooking the chain of Alfred's dog tags. "I love you, Arthur."

"I love you, too," Arthur whispered, then gasped as Alfred thrust back into him. He tightened himself around the larger male, beginning to sob.

"I'm sorry, Arthur," Alfred kissed Arthur's head where he could reach, holding the smaller man close. "I'm sorry. I know it hurts. I love you. I love you, Arthur. I'd do anything for you. I promise. I'll always be there for you." Alfred whispered sweet nothings into Arthur's ear, causing the Brit to steadily relax.

"Y-you can move now," Arthur responded, cutting off a sentence. "It's okay. I'll be okay."

Alfred nodded, then rolled his hips. Arthur drew in a shuddering breath, moaning as Alfred pushed himself back in. "Oh..." After a minute of slow, gentle movements, Arthur tugged on Alfred's hair. "M-more... Please."

The American chuckled and nodded. "Of course." So he gave Arthur just what he wanted. He moved a little faster and pushed harder. Arthur's noises got louder and less pained.

A sudden scream of ecstasy was torn from Arthur's throat as he arched against Alfred, pulling on his hair. "Alfred!"

Said American laughed softly at Arthur, then struck the same spot, harder than the previous time. Arthur body shook heavily from the pleasure that shot through his body from the simple motion.

"More! Alfred, please!"

Alfred shifted Arthur's hips higher before acting upon Arthur's request. Arthur became a moaning, panting, screaming mess, his small body being wracked with pain and pleasure. "Al!" His body was rocked back and forth by Alfred's strong thrusts, and felt a knot tingle and build in his lower abdomen. "Al! Alfred! Oh, I-gn-I'm going to- I need to- ah!"

Sentences couldn't seem to form as Arthur became overwhelmed. His own aching, forgotten member was grasped and pumped in time with Alfred's thrusts. Arthur could hardly breathe with how incredible he felt. Suddenly, his back arched and he released a cry as he felt the knot come undone and he released himself into Alfred's hand and over their abdomens.

"Arthur." Alfred grunted deeply, sloppily thrusting several more times before reaching his own release. Arthur shuddered as he felt Alfred's hot fluids fill him up, and he tugged the larger man close. "Arthur," Alfred whispered, kissing the Brit's sweaty brow.

Arthur panted heavily, slowly opening his eyes to look into Alfred's own blue orbs. "I-I'm tired," he muttered.

Alfred laughed, collapsing beside his lover after pulling out his softened member. "Of course. C'mere." Alfred stretched out his arms and embraced his exhausted lover to his bare body before pulling up the blankets to cover them both. "Let's get some rest. Tomorrow we have break, then we have to go on that mission the next day."

"Yeah," Arthur breathed out, closing his eyes as he took in Alfred's smell; sweat, earth, McDonalds, axe, coffee, and tea. He knew the tea smell had come from himself, but he still liked it. He especially liked the earthy smell his younger lover had. "I love you."

"Love ya, too, sweetheart." Alfred squeezed Arthur close and caressed his skin. "G'night. Sweet dreams."

Arthur smiled, drifting to sleep in Alfred's warm, comforting arms.