(WARNING!!! : Lovino's language ahead... And some smut.)

"I fucking hate Gods," the short servant beside Arthur grumbled, kicking a chest made of gold.

Arthur smiled. "You're not the only one, Lovino."

Lovino scoffed, sitting on the polished flooring. "I do. I hate them with every fiber of my being."

"Let me guess," Arthur started as he finished organizing the bookshelf. "Is it because the younger God of War took your brother and married him?"

"Of course!" Lovino snapped, standing back up. "That damn War God stole my brother, and now my brother is living a life of luxury while I'm stuck here, waiting on the damn God of Passion, the fucking God of Love, and the damn older God of War! Those three fuckers can suck my ass!"

The blonde chuckled. "They probably won't, but I'm sure God Antonio will suck your dick." Arthur gave Lovino a wink. Lovino froze and blushed heavily, then began sputtering. "I'm joking!" Arthur laughed, and fixed the chest Lovino had kicked. "But I have seen him eyeing you, Lovino. You can't deny it; he likes something about you."

The Italian scoffed and crossed his arms. "As if. That tomato bastard couldn't possibly like anything about me other than... Never mind, I don't even clean. I just complain while you do it all."

Arthur hummed and shrugged. "It must be your cooking, then. Or your paintings. Or maybe even your singing."

Lovino shrugged. "I don't know. I just don't know how anyone could like me. I mean, I see why the God of Love is pining after you."

"Don't!" Arthur shoved Lovino. "Do not speak of that! You know how I feel about that!"

"I do!" Lovino grinned. "That's why I brought it up! I love seeing how flustered you get! It's fucking hilarious!"

Arthur pouted, then gasped and shot to his feet as the white-haired God walked into the room. Lovino- once he noticed- also stood, and both the servants bowed, not allowed to make eye-contact with the Gods. "My God," both men spoke in humbled tones, complete opposite of the tone they had used moments ago.

The God laughed. "Well, it looks like you two did a damn fine job of cleaning up this old place! Pretty awesome!" He looked around, eyes scanning every inch of the guest room. "This place has to be perfect- which you've accomplished- for the God of Light. That also means he has to have the perfect servants waiting on him." The War God stepped closer to the two humans. "Arthur." Said man bowed deeper. "You will be the God of Light's personal servant. You will do as he asks of you, you will keep him comfortable and happy, so long as he is here. When he is not here, you return to your regular duties."

"Of course, my God," Arthur replies, keeping his head down.

The God hummed in approval. "Awesome. He will be arriving any moment now, so go wait by the entrance. Lovino, God Antonio wishes to see you in his room."

"I will go right to him," Lovino muttered, a faint blush dusting over his cheeks.

With one more check of the room, Gilbert strutted out, leaving the two servants in the room. Lovino groaned. "I'm going to cuss that God out someday."

Arthur smiled. "You do that, and he'll kill you. He might be a playful God, but he has no patience for human misbehavior."

Lovino sighed. "I have to go to Antonio, now, though... I hope it's nothing bad, honestly. I've done everything the bastard asked me to do and I always try showing him respect. He's such a child, sometimes."

The Brit laughed as they walked towards the exit of the room. "All three of them are children." Lovino smiled, then headed towards the God of Passion's room.

~

Arthur wiggled his toes and his fingers toyed with the thin rope around his waist as he waited by the entrance for the God of Light.

"Ah! There's my darling Arthur!" Arthur bowed and groaned softly as the God of Love approached him. "Do not bow with my presence, mon cher!" The Brit raised himself again, but still didn't look the God in the eyes. Not because he couldn't, but because he didn't want to. "Mon cher, you are looking particularly beautiful today. It must be the change from rags to silk."

Arthur nodded, not speaking. He did like the silk, but he would have preferred the normal rags right this moment so the God would leave him be and stop flirting with him. Francis circled the Brit, baby blue eyes traveling up and down Arthur's body.

"Yes, it suits you nicely. It accentuates your ravashing body. Your perfect little body." Arthur tried not to squirm when Francis placed his hands on Arthur's hips. "Your little body is perfect for making sweet, sweet love to," he whispered in Arthur's ear, hands traveling lower.

"I do believe this human servant is the one waiting on me, and not a sex toy for you."

Arthur turned and bowed as the visitor made his way over. "My God," Arthur murmured.

Francis sighed, taking a step back. "You ruined my fun, Alfred."

The new God chuckled. "Well, it looked a lot like you were making this human servant very uncomfortable, and that's not how you treat such fragile creatures."

"Well," Francis huffed, "then teach me how to treat a human servant."

Arthur could practically hear the smirk in the visitor's voice as he spoke again. "With pleasure."

The Brit stayed still as the God neared him. "You can stand up, now. Bowing so deeply must hurt your back." Arthur hesitated, surprised by the kindness in his soothing voice. He slowly straightened up and gasped softly when he took in the sight of the God of Light.

His hair was a soft, wheaten color, almost golden, and his eyes were the color of the sky. His flawless skin was a rich golden brown, and his body was sculpted perfectly. Not too much and not too little. Arthur gulped and blushed. He's half naked... All the god wore was golden bands around his wrists and loose, white pants that were tied to a stop just under his knees. He smiled brightly. "Will you show me to my room? I don't know my way around."

Arthur slowly nodded. "F-follow me..."

~

"So?" Arthur looked up as Lovino smugly waltzed into the room Arthur was cleaning. "How's the God of Light?"

The Brit blushed and looked away. "He's... He's alright."

Lovino laughed, slinging an arm around Arthur's shoulders. "Oh, come on! Gimme some juicy details! I didn't get to see the damn guy, and I wanna know what he looks like."

Arthur sighed. "Blonde hair, blue eyes, tall, muscular-"

"So like God Francis?" Lovino sneered, a look of disgust on his face.

"Oh, no," Arthur murmured. "Way better looking and not at all a pervert. He's more gentlemanly."

The Italian laughed, releasing Arthur. "Already got a crush on the guy, huh!?" Arthur blushed heavily and started stuttering. "Admit it, Arthur. You're attracted to the fucking God of Light and Skies."

Arthur furrowed his brows and tilted his head. "'And skies?' What do you mean? Isn't he just the God of Light?"

Lovino raised a brow. "You didn't know he's the God of the Skies, too? Come on! I heard he has gigantic fucking wings!" Lovino tossed his arms in the air for emphasis. Arthur slowly shook his head. "No wings? Really? Damn, I wanted a feather. Actually two so I could give one to Feli next time we see each other, even though that might not be for another damn thousand years."

"Lovino," Arthur chuckled. "I'm sure he'll come visit you. You're his elder brother."

"None of your brothers visit you." Lovino pointed out, and Arthur frowned. "Your brothers are assholes." The Brit looked down. "Come on, we have to finish cleaning up in here or the Gods with throw a fit."

"You mean I have to finish cleaning up in here or the Gods will throw a fit?"

"Yeah, you. You know I don't clean for shit."

~

Arthur bowed to the God of Light as he passed by. "Oh, Arthur! I was looking for you!... Please stop bowing. I don't like it." Arthur nodded and stood straight. He then started to fidget and blush, eyes glued to the God's body. "So, I was hoping you'd give me a tour of the place. I hardly know my way around."

The Brit stiffly nodded. "Of course." He smiled. "Just follow me."

~

"I am hell bent on believing that you have seriously fallen for that fucker," Lovino announced,  strutting into the guest room Arthur was currently cleaning. Arthur sighed, looking at Lovino as he sat on the edge of the bed. "It's obvious as hell, Arthur! You aren't discreet about shit like this."

"You are relentless," Arthur grumbled, hanging God Alfred's golden cloak. "Fine... I-I like him."

Lovino tsk'd Arthur and crossed his legs. "Nope, try again. 'I love him.' Go on. You've known him for two months, now, and you have fallen; and not lightly, my friend. You have fallen pretty damn hard."

Arthur groaned. "Alright!... I've fallen for him... I couldn't help it! It was so easy to fall, but so hard to get out; and I want out! I- he wouldn't like me. He couldn't! I'm just..." Arthur felt tears prick his eyes. "I'm just a human servant while he is a kind, beautiful God. Even if he was human like us, he could never love someone like me."

The Italian sighed, standing up. "Arthur," he muttered, gathering the Brit in his arms. "Damn him if he doesn't like you. You're likeable. He just needs to take the time to get to know you for who you really are."

"You know, you're really kind when you want to be."

"Shut the hell up."

~

"I'm leaving tomorrow."

Arthur blinked, then turned around to face Alfred. "What? Y-you're leaving?"

Alfred hummed, staring out the window. "I can't be here forever. I was only here for business, and that's done with." He glanced over his shoulder and looked at Arthur. "You gonna miss me?"

The Brit sputtered and blushed. "N-no! I-I mean, sh-should I?"

The God laughed and stepped closer to the servant. "Come here. I want to show you something." Arthur gulped and nodded, but stayed where he was. Alfred placed a hand on the small of Arthur's back and lead him to the balcony. "Will you come with me?"

Arthur looked up into Alfred's kind eyes. "Where are we going?"

"Well," Alfred chuckled, looking up. "I was thinking we could go to the sky."

"The sky?"

Alfred grinned and Arthur gasped as a loud fluttering sounded behind him. The Brit turned around and his eyes widened. Wide, golden and white wings spread out behind Alfred. "Oh my..." Alfred smiled and took Arthur's hands.

"Come with me." Alfred whispered, leading Arthur to the edge of the balcony. "I'll show you the land from the sky."

Arthur smiled slightly. "Okay." Alfred's expression brightened before he wrapped his arms around Arthur and dove off the balcony. The Brit yelped and clung to Alfred until the giant wings caught wind. Arthur relaxed as they glided through the air, and opened his eyes.

"Oh," he breathed out, eyes widened in wonder as he watched the village pass and fade into luscious green fields and orchards. "It's beautiful."

Alfred hummed. "It really is."

~

Alfred whistled happily as he made his way through the halls of the glorious building, clearly made in the worship of Gods and cared for.

He stopped when he heard Francis and Gilbert talking to one another.

"I swear I'll do it, Gilbert. I'm going to make that little Brit mine."

Gilbert sighed. "He clearly isn't interested in you. I told you to give it up a long time ago. He'll die eventually if he doesn't truly love you."

"He does. He just won't admit it. I'll prove it too you. He'll be mine, whether he wants to be or not right now."

The younger God heard Gilbert grumble, but he didn't want to stay a moment longer. "You can't have him if I get him first."

~

Arthur gasped and jumped as the door slammed shut behind him. He whipped around and sighed in relief. "Oh, it's only you. For a moment I thought someone had broken in or something." Alfred smiled at Arthur, which the Brit then returned. Arthur bent down and picked up the towels he had dropped. "I've got the towels you had requested for your bath, though I don't understand why you need more than one."

Alfred shrugged. "Dunno. Just set them on the chest at the end of the bed." Arthur nodded, making sure the towels were clean as he made his way over to said chest. He lay down the white cloths and stood straight up as a soft breath blew on the back of his neck. Arthur gasped as his hips were grabbed and moaned softly as warm lips pressed to his ear. "Arthur... Tell me how you feel about me... And you cannot lie to me." Alfred's arms wrapped around his waist and drew him closer. Arthur's breath hitched as his back pressed to Alfred's torso. "Just a few simple words, Arthur."

"I-I- ah~!" Arthur moaned again as Alfred began caressing him and tugging on the silky robe Arthur wore, exposing Arthur's shoulders and upper back. Alfred lowered his head, trailing his lips down Arthur's neck and kissing his shoulders. "I'm in love with you," Arthur murmured breathlessly.

"Good." Alfred squeezed Arthur's waist possessively, dragging him to the bed.

The Englishman yelped as he was tossed onto the bed. "W-wait! But, how can you-? I'm just a huma-"

"A beautiful being," Alfred whispered, untying the thin rope keeping the robe on Arthur's body. "Don't ever think so little of yourself, Arthur." The smaller man shuddered as Alfred's warm, calloused hands caressed his bare skin.

"Why now?" Arthur tilted his head back as Alfred kissed up his neck. "You're leaving tomorrow. You need your rest."

Alfred chuckled, placing his hand on the back of Arthur's thigh, raising his leg. "If I don't do this now, you'll be taken from me. I won't have another chance. I want you to come to my home with me, and they won't let me take you without a good reason." Alfred tenderly kissed the sensitive, pale skin of Arthur's thigh. "No one else can have you after tonight. Not even Francis."

"I hate him," Arthur groaned, rolling his head to the side. "I can't stand him." Alfred laughed and wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist. "I really do. I hate when he touches me."

"He's never going to touch you again. Not as long as I have you." Alfred murmured, hands traveling lower. Arthur inhaled sharply as Alfred massaged his growing erection. Arthur whined and squirmed in Alfred's hold.

"Mmn~, Alfred!" Arthur moaned softly as Alfred sucked and nipped on his neck. He abruptly gasped and pushed Alfred to sit up. "Ow ow ow! Ah, it hurts!" His hand went to his back, just below his neck. Alfred carefully moved Arthur to look at what was hurting.

The God's fingers traced over the spot that was hurting Arthur, then kissed it. The sharp pain vanished. "You are my soulmate," he whispered, wrapping his arms around Arthur from behind and pulling him into his lap. "I knew it. I knew I couldn't let Francis have you. I knew I had to have you."

Arthur hummed. "Is it the same as on my hand?"

Alfred looked up over Arthur's shoulder to the hand the Brit raised. He smiled, taking Arthur's hand and kissing the mark. "Yes. It's beautiful. You're beautiful. I love you so much." Alfred gently turned Arthur's head and pressed his lips to his softer lips.

Alfred lay Arthur back on the bed. "Do those three happen to keep lube in here?"

"Non-surprisingly, yes they do. Two in each drawer. All 'back-ups.'" Arthur smiled, reaching over and pulling out a bottle. Alfred chuckled and took it. "I think they get way too much. They never get the chance to use it."

"Alright, alright, let's stop hating on them and get back to us." Alfred spread the lube over his fingers and rubbed his hands together. "It's just us, tonight." Alfred leaned down, kissing Arthur as he slowly inserted a finger. Arthur gasped and jerked his hips, groaning in discomfort. "I know, I know," Alfred muttered, pumping the finger inside his smaller lover. He whispered softly to Arthur as he added a second finger and stretched them out. Arthur tugged on Alfred's hair.

"O-oh!" Arthur trembled, curling his toes and tears pricking his eyes as a third finger helped stretch him. "Al-Alfred~!"

"Are you ready? Do you even want to finish? We can wait to do it some other-mm!" Arthur yanked Alfred down and crushed their lips together. Alfred chuckled, caressing Arthur's hips. "That must mean 'yes.'" Alfred shimmied off his pants and pulled up the sheets to cover them. "I love you, Arthur, I do."

Arthur gasped and cried out, tears beginning to fall from his eyes as Alfred moved his hips forward, burying his length inside of Arthur. "Aahhh!" Arthur's back arched as his nails dug into Alfred's scalp. "Alfred!"

Said God grunted, brows furrowed as he held himself up. "Arthur... Damnit, you're tight!" Arthur panted, looking up at Alfred through tearful eyes. Alfred sighed and gently removed falling tears with his thumb. "I'm sorry, Arthur. I know... I know it hurts."

"J-just," Arthur sucked in a deep breath, "please m-move."

Alfred nodded and pulled back. "Okay." He thrusted back in. Arthur cried out, throwing his head back. Alfred repeated this, steadily picking up his pace for Arthur to adjust.

Arthur gasped and groaned, clinging to Alfred as the God maneuvered his hips, searching for the spot to make Arthur scream in pleasure. Arthur suddenly jerked and screamed. "Alfred! Th-there! Right-right there!"

After adjusting Arthur's hips, Alfred did just as Arthur wanted. The Brit screamed Alfred's name and moaned loudly with each thrust Alfred gave.

"Ahh~!" Arthur rolled his head to the side, Alfred showering his neck with kisses. Arthur gasped and cried as Alfred thrusted particularly hard and as the door swung open.

Francis stood in the doorway, mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out. He stood frozen in shock as Alfred pleasured Arthur, then glared angrily and shut the door to leave the two be.

"Alfred... Alfred! I-I need to- about to-!"

Alfred moved his hand from Arthur's hip and pumped Arthur's length in time with his thrusts. Arthur gasped and moaned, toes curling until they hurt and fingers tugging on Alfred's hair. "Alfred!" Arthur cried out as his back arched and he released himself in Alfred's hand and over their abdomens. Arthur's body relaxed slightly from the sweet release, and he moved his hips with Alfred's, meeting his thrusts.

Alfred grunted, thrusting once more before cumming inside of Arthur. Arthur shuddered, relaxing into the mattress as Alfred lay on top of him.

"Alfred..."

"I know, I know," he sighed. "Francis saw us."

Arthur blinked, then giggled. "Well, yes, but that wasn't what I was going to say." Alfred looked up at Arthur and tilted his head. Arthur cupped Alfred's cheeks and kissed him. "I was going to say 'I love you,' doofus."

Alfred laughed and rubbed his nose against Arthur's. "I love you, too! Let's go take a bath!"

~

Alfred caressed Arthur's sides as Arthur relaxed in the warm water. "How do you feel?"

Arthur hummed, leaning back on Alfred's chest. "I feel happy." He raised his hand and studied the mark. A golden outline of two wings spread apart was marked onto the back of his hand. Alfred hummed, weaving his fingers through Arthur's smaller ones. "I never thought I would fall in love so quickly. I always thought I'd be a slave for the rest of my life. I'm glad that it's been the opposite." Arthur leaned his head back and Alfred pecked his lips. "I love you."

The God chuckled. "I love you, too."