ScotlandxEngland

England remembered blurry pictures of things that passed the night before, but he couldn't remember anything with finality, "No, I don't remember anything. Not much anyway... SOmething about love... and now my ass fucking hurt." He glared at his brother some more, not yet satisfied that it was enough. "I fucking hate you for this."

England sighed and said, "I.... I didn't say anything... weird, right? Nothing out of normal for me?" England looked up at him and his pretty green eyes were begging Cameron to tell him he hadn't. Please tell me I didn't tell him I love him. Dammit... Please... I can't let that happen. He'd never feel the same. Or worse; he would! And then we'd never work out.... Then we'll never talk again.

Arthur sighed in relief, unable to help himself. He relaxed slightly, which made his back feel better, but his heart felt heavy. Cameron looked upset when he left... Maybe.... DID I say something? I don't want him to hate me... Oh God, he hates me. He closed his eyes, sighing. Flashes whirled into his head from last night, but he could barely make any out until one bold memory stuck out in his head. He remembered asking his brother if he could ride him. He couldn't remember anything before or after this memory, but he was sure that this was why Cameron was ignoring him.

England was too wrapped up in his own head to hear his brother on the other side of the door. He probably doesn't want me here at all... Not after last night. Arthur thought sullenly, gazing down at the cup of water in his hands. He sighed, rubbing his eyes and setting the cup on the bedside table with a little effort because God was his back killing him. He sighed again, unsure of what to do. Maybe I should just... leave? He scooted himself to the side of the bed, causing minimal strain on his back. Then, ever so slowly, he sat up, resisting the urge to groan in pain. He winced as he stood, placing a hand to his back and whispering, "Dammit." He slowly gathered his clothes from the floor beside the bed and took twice that long putting them on. He sat back down on the bed to rest a moment, praying for a time where he could quietly sneak out without his brother's knowledge. It'll be so much easier on him if I just disappear today... And maybe move... Change my address... And phone number...

England sighed as he thought quietly, resting on the bed. Flashes of last night's events were slowly drifting back to the front of his mind, though it was still rather fuzzy. He groaned as he thought about all the needy, sexual things he'd begged his brother for. A shudder went through him as he remembered a couple instances where his brother had been indulging him. Surely he'd been far more drunk than England had been. But that didn't seem to make sense; Sure, his brother held his liquor better than he did, but even his brother would have a horrible hang over form that much alcohol. He sighed, shaking his head. None of this was adding up to him, and the more he tried to remember, the blurrier each memory got. Finally, deciding he'd rested enough, he stood up, despite his back's painful protests. Biting back a groan as the sharp pain ran up his spine, he made his way to the door, hoping his brother was out of ear shot. It would be too awkward facing him like this.

England froze and backed up slightly, one hand pressed to his lower back as pain shot through him. He had been about to exit the room, but tried his best to look inconspicuous. A shudder ran up his spine at the words that exited his brother's mouth. "Y-yes?" England asked softly, not wanting to upset the redhead anymore than he already had the night before. He removed his hand from his back, trying to hide the fear in his expression. Here it it goes... he's going to tell me he never wants to see me again... He's going to tell me he hates me. He did his best not to choke up, and held the tears back as best he could as he waited.

Arthur felt his stomach drop in relief and he jumped into his brother's arms, moving so fast his back didn't have time to protest until after. "I love you too!" He whispered. Suddenly, he dropped, "Ouch!" He slid to the floor, clutching his back, scrunching his eyes shut as shot after shot of pain erupted from his lower back. "O-ow!" Tears sprung to his eyes and slid down his face before he could stop them. Fuck! He thought, I can't believe that sex can put my back out like this... I must be getting old...

England nodded, groaning. He hated the thought of staying put, being a nervous pacer, twiddler, and so on and so forth. He moved when he was, happy, nervous, upset, excited... And now he was confined to the bed for moving a little TOO much. He sighed, waiting for his lover to return. Despite being temporarily immobile, he grinned, happy that the redhead returned his feelings. He had originally thought of hiding them, but was more than glad he'd come forth and let his brother know.

Arthur blushed at his brother's words, "W-well... I'm glad you enjoyed it." He took the medicine, handing the cup back to the redhead, "I enjoyed it myself, from what I remember of last night. Bits and pieces are coming back to me..." He shrugged, "I-I've always wanted to try this kind of thing." His face flushed darker as he remembered his fantasies of being dominated by Scotland, completely and thoroughly. He had long since come to terms with having a dominance fetish, despite being a virgin.

England was still blushing slightly, but he felt more comfortable than he had before, "I figured." He said dryly in reply to his brother's explanation of the result of the previous night's events. He looked away, slightly embarrassed as he asked, "N-next time..." He murmured, wanting to ask about sex toys and other stimulants, "C-could we um..." He stopped, shaking his head, too embarrassed to continue. His cheeks a rosy red he said, "N-never mind."

"I-I love you too Cam..." England murmured out softly, "I... I was going to ask... i-if you maybe... en-enjoyed... Iwasgoingtoaskifyouenjoyedsextoysbecausetheyturnmeon." He slurred all the words together, ducking his head in embarrassment. He was blushing heavily, feeling a heat stir in his stomach at the very thought of Scotland whipping him-- oh God, any exertion of his dominance might send England over the edge.

England paused, debating whether or not to tell Scotland about the vibrating egg he would use, followed by a dildo, screaming Cameron's name as he came. He decided a little flattery would serve the new relationship well and answered, "I-I have a vibrating egg... and a dildo." He ducked away again, unable to look at his brother's face. Damn this is so embarrassing! He blushed for about the millionth time that day, eyes squeezed shut.