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"Are you going to cry again Arthur?" Alfred said with malice as he gazed down at the Brit on the floor. Arthur shook his head dejectedly and avoided his gaze.
"Good because you know I am sick of you being so weak. It's embarrassing you know? I mean come on having to save your ass all the time? I guess you are worthless." Arthur's eyes flashed as he raised his head,
"I'm not worthless you ungrateful little brat. I raised you don't forget! Without me you would be nothing." Alfred snarled and pistol whipped him.
"And without me you would be Ludwig's bitch. Besides you think anyone would love you after what the blitz did to your body? You're lucky I took you with all your ugly scars. In fact I think it's time to add a few more scars to your body."
Arthur's breath hitched and he stood up to run but Alfred knocked him to the ground by hitting him in the back of the head. Alfred then quickly sat on him and ripped his shirt, exposing his back. He chuckled to himself as he took out his army knife and lightly traced along Arthur's back before making a quick, deep slice. He made several more before he was satisfied.
"Perhaps that will teach you not to talk back to me. Now go clean yourself up, we have a meeting to go to with our 'special relationship' You useless piece of shit, great empire my ass. How does it feel to be your former colony's bitch?" Alfred said getting up and walking out.
Arthur woke up with a gasp panting hard and stifling a sob. Alfred noticing the lack of Arthur in his arms quickly woke up.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" He asked as he draped an arm around Arthur. Arthur however shrieked and shoved his hand away, scrambling off the bed.
"D-don't you bloody touch me!" Arthur said panting and staring at Alfred wildly.
"A-alright just calm down. It's me, I won't hurt you. It was just a dream Arthur." Alfred said nervously looking at Arthur. Arthur stared back for a few minutes before closing his eyes in regret. When he opened them he was more composed and came back on the bed.
"Yes, you are right, I apologize for the concern." He whispered pulling the covers up.
"That's alright babe. Now mind telling me what that was all about?" Alfred said getting under the covers too but not touching Arthur. Arthur sighed and rolled away,
"It's nothing, forget about it, completely irrational anyway." Alfred sighed,
"Even so it obviously bothered you and I want to know why you flipped out like that." Arthur stubbornly ignored him at stared at the wall.
"Come on Iggy, I can keep this up all night. If you don't say something now I'll get Tony to probe your mind and tell me." Alfred said poking Arthur in the shoulder and staring at him. Arthur huffed,
"Fine, but you can't hate me or anything after. And yes you can touch me, I'm not going to, as you put it, "flip out" on you again." Alfred smiled and pulled Arthur into his arms,
"I would never hate you no matter what. You are mine." Arthur stiffened and exhaled shakily.
"W-well that's kind of what my dream was about. You were abusive to me because I owed you and I was weak. You also said no one would want me because of the Blitz scars and that I was useless." Alfred said there in stunned silence before pining Arthur under him and showering him with kisses.
"Silly Arthur, how could I ever hurt you? And don't you dare bring up the revolution. We're even. So what if I helped you in World War Two, we're allies and that's what friends do. Besides I couldn't have made it through nine eleven or the War on Terrorism without you." He said in between kisses.
Arthur started to open his mouth but Alfred quickly quieted him and motioned for him to turn around. Arthur hesitantly complied and Alfred tenderly traced his scars.
"And as for the scars, they are not ugly except for the fact that bastard Ludwig did this to you. They show how strong you are Arthur, my Arthur and I am lucky to have you. We're equals you and I, we even have a recognized 'special relationship'." Arthur turned around to face Alfred again and was struck by the sincerity and love in his eyes.
"And that means," Alfred said as he leaned close to Arthur's face. "I am as much yours as you are mine." He whispered before kissing Arthur who melted into the kiss.
"Damn straight you're mine, bloody git." Arthur said breaking apart and growling. Alfred waggled his eyebrows and began to explore Arthur.
"It's three in the morning, go to sleep and no complaining or none in the morning." Arthur said swatting away his hand.
"Have it your way then." Alfred said gathering Arthur in his arms and cuddling. Arthur gave a wry smile and snuggled into his chest before falling asleep. Alfred stayed up a little longer and petted Arthur's head.
"Sweet dreams Arthur. You are worth more to me than anything." He said kissing his head and finally falling asleep.
"Good because you know I am sick of you being so weak. It's embarrassing you know? I mean come on having to save your ass all the time? I guess you are worthless." Arthur's eyes flashed as he raised his head,
"I'm not worthless you ungrateful little brat. I raised you don't forget! Without me you would be nothing." Alfred snarled and pistol whipped him.
"And without me you would be Ludwig's bitch. Besides you think anyone would love you after what the blitz did to your body? You're lucky I took you with all your ugly scars. In fact I think it's time to add a few more scars to your body."
Arthur's breath hitched and he stood up to run but Alfred knocked him to the ground by hitting him in the back of the head. Alfred then quickly sat on him and ripped his shirt, exposing his back. He chuckled to himself as he took out his army knife and lightly traced along Arthur's back before making a quick, deep slice. He made several more before he was satisfied.
"Perhaps that will teach you not to talk back to me. Now go clean yourself up, we have a meeting to go to with our 'special relationship' You useless piece of shit, great empire my ass. How does it feel to be your former colony's bitch?" Alfred said getting up and walking out.
Arthur woke up with a gasp panting hard and stifling a sob. Alfred noticing the lack of Arthur in his arms quickly woke up.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" He asked as he draped an arm around Arthur. Arthur however shrieked and shoved his hand away, scrambling off the bed.
"D-don't you bloody touch me!" Arthur said panting and staring at Alfred wildly.
"A-alright just calm down. It's me, I won't hurt you. It was just a dream Arthur." Alfred said nervously looking at Arthur. Arthur stared back for a few minutes before closing his eyes in regret. When he opened them he was more composed and came back on the bed.
"Yes, you are right, I apologize for the concern." He whispered pulling the covers up.
"That's alright babe. Now mind telling me what that was all about?" Alfred said getting under the covers too but not touching Arthur. Arthur sighed and rolled away,
"It's nothing, forget about it, completely irrational anyway." Alfred sighed,
"Even so it obviously bothered you and I want to know why you flipped out like that." Arthur stubbornly ignored him at stared at the wall.
"Come on Iggy, I can keep this up all night. If you don't say something now I'll get Tony to probe your mind and tell me." Alfred said poking Arthur in the shoulder and staring at him. Arthur huffed,
"Fine, but you can't hate me or anything after. And yes you can touch me, I'm not going to, as you put it, "flip out" on you again." Alfred smiled and pulled Arthur into his arms,
"I would never hate you no matter what. You are mine." Arthur stiffened and exhaled shakily.
"W-well that's kind of what my dream was about. You were abusive to me because I owed you and I was weak. You also said no one would want me because of the Blitz scars and that I was useless." Alfred said there in stunned silence before pining Arthur under him and showering him with kisses.
"Silly Arthur, how could I ever hurt you? And don't you dare bring up the revolution. We're even. So what if I helped you in World War Two, we're allies and that's what friends do. Besides I couldn't have made it through nine eleven or the War on Terrorism without you." He said in between kisses.
Arthur started to open his mouth but Alfred quickly quieted him and motioned for him to turn around. Arthur hesitantly complied and Alfred tenderly traced his scars.
"And as for the scars, they are not ugly except for the fact that bastard Ludwig did this to you. They show how strong you are Arthur, my Arthur and I am lucky to have you. We're equals you and I, we even have a recognized 'special relationship'." Arthur turned around to face Alfred again and was struck by the sincerity and love in his eyes.
"And that means," Alfred said as he leaned close to Arthur's face. "I am as much yours as you are mine." He whispered before kissing Arthur who melted into the kiss.
"Damn straight you're mine, bloody git." Arthur said breaking apart and growling. Alfred waggled his eyebrows and began to explore Arthur.
"It's three in the morning, go to sleep and no complaining or none in the morning." Arthur said swatting away his hand.
"Have it your way then." Alfred said gathering Arthur in his arms and cuddling. Arthur gave a wry smile and snuggled into his chest before falling asleep. Alfred stayed up a little longer and petted Arthur's head.
"Sweet dreams Arthur. You are worth more to me than anything." He said kissing his head and finally falling asleep.
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I don't mean to offend you or be a total stick in the mud, (as some German people can be...) but there are some places where there's no comma and there NEEDS to be one, but there was only a couple of places like that. Other than that, everything grammatical was PERFECT! The story was WICKED awesome!!!!! I keep reading it over and over again (never getting tired of it) and I either getting real, super duper giggly or I start swooning...what a creative mind you have!! Keep that creativity flowing!!! ^w^