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It was the Fourth of July, a well-known holiday mostly celebrated (pretty much only) by America. Despite this, he couldn’t help but invite pretty much every other country to exist. I mean—who wouldn’t want to celebrate freedom? Not China! Anyhow, to Alfred this was a pretty…big event. Like huge, he can’t help but drink and drive every time the fourth comes around. That should be legal, or at least that’s what Alfred tells the police. Light up the sky baby! Yeah.
It was a nice (western) party. Well prepared. The house it was hosted in was a light-colored colonial structure with a set of American flags scattered around the porch. Red, white, and blue lights covered every corner of the roof; and different blow ups about freedom covered the perfectly green grass. Despite the day being painfully hot, the night had cooled down once the sun started to set. It was still humid, and definitely not cold; but it wasn’t unbearable.
Excitedly, Alfred flipped through channels on the large TV attached to the wall, the couch he sat on being a deep burgundy color. The living room looked effortlessly expensive, being large enough to hold at least 20 people easily. There were three couches in a slight circle, all facing towards the TV. A large black leg rest was in the middle of the couches, and a fluffy grey carpet framed the hard wood floor. A fireplace was more off to the side, and that was particularly the whole room—minus the ridiculous American themed decorations. It was an effortlessly simple room.
There weren’t many channels to pick from that were actually interesting, everything was either controversial or about saving the planet. Alfred slumped back, sighing dramatically. He has an excessive amount of alcohol and artificially flavored snacks already placed out for guests, but what’s a burger with no good show? (Yes, burgers are snacks).
He perked up, a light bulb practically lighting up in his head. Netflix! (Not sponsored). Netflix has everything a man could want—or woman, no hate here. And everyone in between. Or not in between? Those who think inside and outside the box! And those who don’t think at all. Or don’t have a box. Huh? Netflix is for everyone, basically! And anyone; or nobody (Odysseus?). Okay.
Alfred, with a pleased smile on his face, clicked a button on his remote to immediately open Netflix; and with that he flipped through different shows and movies. And flipped. And flipped. And flipped.
There was still nothing. At least not at the moment. Maybe when people start getting here they can all agree on something—it’ll be easier! Way easier.
Speaking of guests, a light ringing sound echoed throughout the marble hallways. The doorbell was loud and alarming, or at least alarming enough for someone to hear if. Alfred took no time rushing to his feet, padded socks lightly smacking the ground as he rushed to the door. The living room and kitchen were connected, and the front door wasn’t far from either of those rooms. And didn’t take long for him to open it, especially since it wasn’t locked. Who locks their doors on the fourth? Freedom!
“Heyo!”
America didn’t take much time before to speak, he barely even saw who it was. He sorta wished he did, but no going back now! He heard a soft “oh!”, and his eyes adjusted to see Francis standing there gracefully. Actually maybe he was just drunk.
“Hello Alfred, I see you…decorated outside,”
Francis spoke with not much interest, and looked away before Alfred could speak. He smiled, nodding his head enthusiastically.
Before he was about to greet the man in, his eyes widened in slight shock before a rush of excitement coursed through his veins.
“Arthur! You came! You came! You came! You came! You came! You came! You came! You came!
You came! You came! You came! You came! You cameee!”
“Please shut up.”
Arthur sighed, also looking away. His face was slightly red, and his eyebrows were furrowed rather intensely. Francis held his hand tightly, a smile on his face.
“We had to come together, after all we’re married.”
“Not.”
Alfred nodded along, stepping to the side to let them in.
“Yeah yeah, come in!”
The three walked deeper into the house, not having to walk long before making it to the kitchen. Francis paused, and Arthur waited besides him. Noticing the two stopped, Alfred turned around with a raised eyebrow.
“Alfred, I heard you had wine, oui? And Roderich came?”
At the first question Allie lit up in realization, and then dimmed at the second one. With an awkward chuckle, he walked past the pair to get a bottle of wine from his fridge.
“Yeah, I’ve got wine. Not Roderich though.”
“Excuse me?”
Alfred shrieked, tensing up and rapidly turning to the voice. And—oh. Roderich was here. With a piano. How’d he get a piano in here?”
“Holy shit, Roderich! When did you get here?”
Thrilled, the man pushed his glasses up and leaned against the counter. Francis tried sneaking the bottle of wine out of his hands.
“I’ve been here since the beginning but you’ve been too busy worldbuilding to notice.”
“Oh alright.”
It took no time for Francis to get used to the situation, really just relying on the alcohol and making Roderich play different songs to his liking. Arthur was what you could say…less thrilled. Despite that, he stayed mostly next to Francis and away from the chemical infused food. Eventually they did find a movie, and settled in.
And then that was it.
Nobody else came. It was sad. Really sad. There were three people here, and honestly is Roderich a real person? Not really, so two people. Excluding Alfred of course. The movie drowned out any awkwardness (to an extent), and then things stayed like that.
Until the doorbell rang again. It took Alfred no time snapping upwards, rushing to his feet. Arthur gave him a dirty look, leaning more into Francis’ side with an eye roll and paying attention to the movie once more. Alfred jogged to the front door (he isn’t capable of moving any faster unless it’s for food), slightly slipping against the smooth floor. Straightening himself and his socks, he opened the door.
“You came! You came! You came! You came! You came! You came! You came! You came!
You came! You came! You came! You came!”
“Hello Alfred.”
Alfred adjusted his sight, actually taking the time to see who was standing before him. Kiku. Or Honda? Like the car. He’ll say Kiku.
“Yes, I came,”
The smaller male spoke softly, his hands folded in front of him. Alfred beamed, a smile meeting his face.
“Kiku! I didn’t expect you to come, is Wang-Yao not with you?”
He tilted his curiously, looking to see if anyone else would come. Kiku shook his head, looking away.
“No, he said he doesn’t believe in your celebration.”
Kiku sighed, trying not to fidget with his fingers.
“I wanted to thank you for inviting me, I’ve never been to a Fourth of July celebration. Congratulations for winning your war.”
He lowered his head slightly, and Alfred just laughed. He threw a hand over Kiku’s shoulder, the man widening his eyes as he was pulled inside.
“Aw, thanks man! You could’ve thanked me 241 years ago, but thanks!”
He led him to the kitchen, allowing him to take a seat.
“I’ll get you a snack,”
Alfred exclaimed every word cheerfully, and didn’t hesitate to put together a very interesting drink. Freedom!
Arthur glanced over from the couch, because the kitchen and living room was in fact connected. I wasn’t lying. Anyways, what's his fucking problem? Idk why I'm asking, I wrote this.
Kiku had not much to say, all his words were lost when Alfred pulled him along. He nodded, adjusting himself on the bar stool.
“If you insist.”
They shared a snack, Kiku definitely thinking it’s good. Verbally thinking. Saying? Well yeah, saying but yk what I mean. The other three guests were mostly forgotten, and Alfred was pretty caught up in conversation.
“So you’ve never celebrated before? Really?”
Alfred asked intently, taking a bite out of his shit. Kiku nodded, attempting at a bite of his own shit.
“I’ve never had reason to. This is quite interesting though, I like the…decoration.”
He smiled awkwardly, looking down
Alfred chuckled less awkwardly, finishing his snack. Running a hand through his hair, he looked at Kiku intently.
“Why don’t we go to my room? It’s upstairs, and I have a huge window in there! We normally have fireworks on the fourth, so we’ll get a good view up there. Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please!”
He shook his hands desperately as he begged, and Kiku raised his hands nervously. Sweat gathered at his neck as he tried calming the taller man down. Swallowing hard, he spoke.
“There is no need to beg, I will go up with you. If it’s to see firework…”
He didn’t have much time to continue before Alfred beamed with a cheer, rushing to his feet. He also had no room for thoughts before Alfred grabbed his hand and rushed him up the stairs.
Arthur glanced over, a dirty look on his face. Seriously, what is your problem dude? Okay wait why’s he looking at me man…
Alfred opened his door happily, leading him over to the large window. He was lying, it was huge. Actually, looking at it…
“Alfred, why is your bedroom in the attic?”
Kiku asked, tilting his head curiously. Alfred still held his hand tightly as he led him to the bed, it literally being right under the window. He peered out with interest.
“Don’t you live alone?”
Alfred turned his head over, taking in Kiku’s face and question before shrugging and looking back out the window as well.
“I ‘ion know, I like it up here. I can stargaze pretty easily,”
He spoke calmly for a moment, getting comfortable in his bed. Kiku made a sound in awe and acknowledgement.
“I never knew you like stars, Alfred.”
He seemed interested, really. This wasn’t an interest he expected from the cocky male, but he enjoyed the fact nevertheless.
With a bang, his eyes snapped open. A bright array of colorful light lit up the sky in a burst, falling peacefully. He took in the sight intently. He has seen fireworks in Japan of course, and they were just as beautiful. All fireworks were pretty, especially from the view. Alfred looked over to him and smiled, looking back to the constant stream of fireworks that would follow.
The room was silent as the banging started outside, and Alfred scooted closer. With a sly and oblivious smile, and placed a hand on Kiku’s thigh gently. With a rub, the older man turned his head.
“What are you doing?”
His voice was smooth but not very calculated, and Alfred held his hands up.
“Hey, freedom right?”
“…”
“What?”
“Freedom?”
“And what does that have to do with anything?”
“Freedom to have sex with anyone?”
“Hah?”
Kiku widened his eyes, scooting back. What is he on about?
“Alfred…I am not here to do that nor do I have any intention and/or thoughts.”
He bit his lip in a fidgety way and not a horny way. Alfred sighed, biting his tongue.
“Come on Kiku! I like got super super duper really horny (not hungry) while we were sitting together in my bed, and you kinda look like a girl!”
He whined, clenching his fists. Kiku gave him an unsure smile.
“I…I do not know what to say to you.”
Alfred sighed, crawling closer to Kiku. His face heated up, leaning backwards.
“Okay okay, listen let’s just try…I’ll stop the moment you say. It’s freedom day bro! Bro! Bro! Bro! Bro!”
Kiku heated up more, slightly unsure what to do. He has never considered sexual acts because of he refrain from communication and any form of touch not used for reproduction despite it being 2025, but the idea of doing it on this so called “Freedom day” was feather intriguing. He took a breath, pushing Alfred off. Luckily the other moved easily, and he took a breather.
“So…how do we do male sexual acts without a uterus?”
“Oh like this dude!”
Alfred took no time climbing back onto the smaller man, wrapping the other’s legs around his own waist. Kiku squeaked in surprise, hair falling back. Fireworks still lit up the sky. Alfred was definitely really hard, it was obvious when he started dry humping the raven-haired male similar to a dog in heat.
“Alfred! Is it okay to do this in our clothing? I do not want to spoil them…”
He spoke in a hushed, propping himself up on his elbows. His neck started eventually hurting so he laid back down. Alfred looked at him doe-eyed.
“Huh? Oh definitely! It’s cool dude, just let me let you enjoy it!”
How enthusiastic. Kiku didn’t complain after that, letting Alfred continue his humping. It was…sad.
Very sad dry humping.
At first it was…exciting. It was really exciting. The thrill of doing it for the first time got to Kiku’s cock rather quickly, and he was able to get a boner once he allowed himself to. The hard cocks made it easier to hump, but it wasn’t…good after a while. Mostly because Alfred just sucked. A lot.
He grunted with an unpleasant look on his face, placing a hand on Alfred’s chest.
“Al…I don’t know. This isn’t good. At all.”
Alfred blinked, taking in the statement. Bad? Him? No. Never! Kiku was just picky. Really picky. But that was fine! All good. He didn’t change position, but he limped a little.
“Why don’t you do it?”
He offered intently with a smile. Kiku turned a bright red.
“Hah?”
“Well, why don’t you find your own rhythm and spot?
You know, grind against me.”
“…You talk a lot, you know that?”
Alfred gasped, feigning a heart break dramatically. Kiku looked away, huffing. After a best of silence Alfred moved Kiku’s hips slightly to remind both of them of the situation.
“Come on, please try moving man. It’ll help if you can find pleasure yourself…”
Kiku didn’t say anything, face still red. After a beat of silence he raised and grinded his hips down, closing an eye with a grunt.
It was a little rough…really rough. And embarrassing. He didn’t want to waste Alfred’s time with his…pathetic trying to find a rhythm. Not like the blind man could do any better, but still. He grinded his hips again, parting his lips as he sucked in a breath. Alfred grabbed his hips and moved him up a little, grinding back slightly. It encouraged the Asian man to find a more confident rhythm, and he did. It did end up feeling better, and Alfred smirked before lifting him a little more and matching the pace.
Kiku let out a shaky groan, sweat pooling. There was a nice friction between the men, and he tightened his legs around Alfred’s waist to finish—well before Alfred forced him to stop. He looked up, but Alfred looked as…doe-eyes as ever. He wanted to question, but couldn’t before Alfred kissed him deeply. It was random, and he gasped lightly at it. He was able to kiss back, struggling at first before settling into the wet tangle of mouths. Alfred pulled away before diving back in, and Kiku tilted his head slightly for the man. Happily and lustfully, Alfred shoved his tongue into the older man’s mouth; swirling the flesh around with the man’s. Spit mixed together as the two interlocked, and Kiku flinched slightly at the taste.
It was italic but not like blood, more like a metal that tried to stand out. He could feel the texture firmly; and the way Alfred’s tongue explored his mouth. It was weird and…unusual, but he couldn’t help but like it. A lot.
The moment had gotten intense. Kiku couldn’t help but get lost in the moment, so he didn’t really notice when Alfred’s fingers slipped into his pants and ripped them off (along with his boxers). It wasn’t very noticeable at the time, so obviously Kiku also failed to notice Alfred wetting some of his fingers with their mixed saliva. I mean, why would he notice?
He didn’t fail to notice one of Alfred’s fingers sinking into his ass though.
He was pretty pleased with the make out session, but forgot they planned to take it any further. He gasped, immediately breaking the kiss they shared and jerking back. Saliva connected their mouths as Alfred froze, his finger at least half way inside the other man.
“Oh shit, did that hurt? Most of the time one finger doesn’t hurt people, maybe you’re different?”
Alfred’s voice was more like background noise to Kiku, his eyes looked down on the situation with his ass. It was embarrassing. He could feel Alfred’s fingering still wiggling around and feeling his warmth, and it was weird. Looking at his ass go red and his cock painfully dripping of pre-cum was also humiliating.
“No…it didn’t hurt, I just didn’t think you’d put it in.”
He bit his lip, looking away. Alfred nodded to what he said, looking down on the situation once Kiku stopped.
“You seemed kinda tense, so I thought I’d surprise you.”
Kiku felt an annoyance and nervousness wash over him, his eyes narrowing slightly. Alfred’s lightball really was dim.
“Thanks…then.”
The younger man smiled down on him before focusing back on the situation.
He moved his finger a little, just testing the man’s insides. It was warm and really soft, but also really tight. He should be fine though, both of them. He sunk the rest of his finger in, pushing past his knuckle. He looked up to Kiku, who at least didn’t seem overwhelmed; and looked back down pleased. He moved it out slowly before pushing it back in, noticing it didn’t really so much. He pointed his finger upwards, aiming slightly for Kiku’s belly button as he pushed in again. He searched for a spot, and could immediately tell when he hit it.
Kiku jumped slightly, fisting the bed harder than he was before. The only difference was earlier he was fisting out of embarrassment. It definitely wasn't embarrassment now though.
Kiku grunted, biting his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut. It had been pretty average before with Alfred was fingering him, so he didn’t expect the man to suddenly do something like that. Al seemed very pleased, a small smile on his face as he moved the pad of his finger to softly rub the spot. Softly didn’t last very long, because he got into it very quickly. Honestly. Kiku squirmed with a whimpered, thighs slightly closing in on themselves. Alfred momentarily paused, placing a hand on Kiku’s inner thigh to pull it back open.
“Hey, Kiku, you have to keep your legs open, okay?”
He looked at Kiku with wide eyes, and the older man couldn’t tell if he was trying to tease him or was being genuine. If it was genuine there was definitely a tease somewhere in it. He whimpered, opening his legs a little more while looking away.
“Okay.”
Alfred smiled a little more, continuing to rub the spot. He liked the state it reduced Kiku to, squirming and holding back noise. Eventually he added another finger, slowly. The raven-haired man was still tight, and he had to make sure to check for any signs of discomfort. Luckily there weren’t any signs of intense discomfort, maybe a feeling because of the new stretch. He accommodated two fingers to rub the man’s prostate for a while before thrusting them to hit it.
He was glad to see Kiku getting into it and enjoying it, after all that’s what he wanted. For Kiku to enjoy it. Though, he does want to enjoy it as well. Not like he isn’t! Just…physically. He took his fingers out, looking at the sticky mess left on them and rubbing it on Kiku’s inner thigh. He heard the man make a noise of annoyance. Chuckling, he stripped his own pants and boxers; throwing them aside. He looked down to Kiku’s ass, rubbing his own cock to warm it up a little.
“Just a moment,”
He wasn’t thinking very much while speaking, just got over and took out a bottle of lube out of his bedside drawer. He poured an amount onto his hands, rubbing them together before coating his cock. It glistened with the substance as pre-cum dripped from his top, and he propped Kiku up a little more; cock teasing at the man’s entrance. Kiku’s face lit up fiercely, and swallowed nervously as he eyed the monster between his legs.
Alfred looked up to his nervous face and bit the inside of his cheek. After a moment of thinking, he softly covered Kiku’s eyes. Not enough to completely cover his vision, but enough so Kiku could more easily look away. He smiled momentarily before aligning the tip with Kiku’s entrance, counting to himself before pushing in slowly. He felt the man tighten and tense up, legs going stiff.
He looked up to see Kiku trembling a little, breathing heavily. He rubbed the man’s stomach, not pushing past the tip. His cock was a big jump from two fingers, it didn’t feel the best. Alfred cooed out.
“You need to loosen up, I can’t keep going if you’re so tight.”
His voice was soft as he waited patiently. Kiku breathed heavily, letting himself struggle to adjust. It helped with the eye coverage, but he peaked down just to check. His cock was painfully hard and leaking, and his thighs shook with the tip in.
He sucked a breath in, closing his eyes tightly. He calmed himself down, loosening up a bit. Alfred smiled, pushing in further. He went slowly, making sure he was at a gentle speed for the first thrust. He bottomed out, sweat pooling at the top of his forehead. Kiku whimpered, arching his back a little. They both waited some time, adjusting to the stretch and length. After a few moments Alfred pulled back slightly, his inches pulling back before gently slamming back in. Kiku whined, sucking in a breath as he clenched the sheets.
Alfred gave him a good look, not having much to say. They didn’t need words at the moment though. He pulled out almost all the way and slammed back in, making a steady rhythm with that. He groaned slightly as he felt the older man’s tight wetness engulf his cock; sucking him in. He bit his lip, trying to stick at a steady pace. Kiku moaned, squeezing and opening his eyes. At first it was an uncomfortable feeling, and sting. But Alfred seemed to know what he was doing, and Kiku easily fit into the feeling. He was so full and it was hitting all these right places he hadn’t known about.
All of them.
He moaned louder, arching his back off the bed. Alfred paused for a brief moment before adjusting slightly and hitting the spot again, causing another moan from Kiku. He smirked with intent, continuing a more intense rhythm to hit the man’s prostate perfectly. He felt Kiku squeeze him tighter, and he moaned along with Kiku. He slumped over, breathing heavily as he continued to pound. Subconsciously, Kiku’s hips moved with the younger man; their thrusting mutual.
Their voices connected as they gasped and whined, Alfred looked Kiku in the eye. It didn’t last long, for Kiku looked away pretty quickly, but he didn’t mind. Not really. And leaned further over the raven-haired man, clenching the sheets under them as he allowed himself to thrust deeper. He felt the warmth and pressure against his cock, and he moaned softly. Kiku whined sharply at the change in angle, sweat pooling up. Alfred tensed a bit, whining.
“I’m gonna cum inside.”
He didn’t really give any other option verbally, but it didn’t look like Kiku cared or noticed. At all. His own orgasm was building up intensely, and he just whimpered in response.
Alfred increased in speed, chasing release. It only brought both of them to the edge, and before long Kiku spilled his warm seed all over his stomach.
Alfred came soon after, riding out his orgasm as his sticky finish painted Kiku’s insides. He slowed down and eventually stopped, collapsing onto the man under him. Kiku whined in protest, and Alfred smiled and turned onto his side with the man.
He nuzzled into the older man, fireworks still painting the side. They eventually cuddled up in the blankets despite being dirty, and were both too tired to do anything.
“Hey, do you need to tend to your guests down there?”
Kiku’s voice was soft and curious. Alfred shrugged.
“They’ll find their way out.”
“Francis, will you just calm down?!”
Arthur’s voice was rough, and his eyebrows were furrowed tightly as he watched his so-called “husband” kick shit off the counter with a drink in his hand.
“But because it’s like what!”
“Excuse me?”
He never understood the French man. He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and leaning against the back of a couch. He looked up at you. A dirty look was on his face. What the fuck is his problem man? Fucking British people.