APH: Zip the Damned Coat

Alfred took control of adjusting the jacket. He squared it properly on the Englishman's frame, so that everything was balanced. His voice was just above a strained whisper, hands smoothing the fabric of the jacket against the front of Arthur's shoulders. "There. Looks like it fits."

"I can't be sure. It still needs to be zipped up." Arthur pointed out. That warmth filled him again, emboldening him enough that he could shove his usual embarrassment aside. Alfred was standing close, so close that he felt the heat radiating from the American's body. His eyes were fixed on Alfred's face, finally locking onto that wavering blue gaze and pinning it in place so that the American would look nowhere else as Arthur inched forward so that their bodies touched together.

"England…" Alfred spoke his name as nothing more than a weak breath. He couldn't escape those green eyes, as if they had pierced through straight through him. "I…"

Arthur unfurled his index finger and pressed it lightly to Alfred's stammering mouth. The corners of his lips shaped a phantom smile. Seeing the American flustered like this was quite an attractive sight. "America. Zip the damned coat." The words were intimate, commanding, and having the opportunity to talk to the younger nation in this manner made his stomach tighten.

And America, God bless him, squeezed his hands between them to take hold of both sides of the zipper and did exactly as he was told. Alfred had some trouble with it since his fingers shook, though it wasn't from fear or cold or any of the usual culprits. He dragged the zipper up slowly, the teeth quietly clicking together, until it stopped just underneath Arthur's chin. His eyes had been watching the zipper ascend with fascination. When it reached its end, they flitted back up to meet Arthur's. "…There. Satisfied?"

"Almost."

This is an excerpt from the oh-so-wonderful, lovely, fantastic, fangasm-y story From the Ashes by the talented Streamingwords. I adore her writing. <3

I actually was following this fanfiction over the summer, and then re-read it twice over winter break. XD I just can't get enough of it. (There seems to be a hiatus now, but maybe in the future...?) And this is most definitely one of my favorite scenes. I simply couldn't resist~

Artistic liberties were obviously taken with the jackets, actions, scene in general, etc...

Link to fanfiction is here ---> [link]

Time: 4 hours
Tools: Micron Inking Pens, Photoshop
Background Picture: found while jumping around Google Images.

America/ Alfred F. Jones & England/ Arthur Kirkland (c) Himaruya Hidekaz
From the Ashes (c) Streamingwords
Picture (c) niirasri