Hello! This was my first M-rated, back in my weeb days, I'm going through and re working through old stuff now.

I still ship USUK to pieces!

Anyways I really don't remember the inspiration for this 2p!Nyo!EnglandX2p!America piece, but I remember liking the headcanon that Oliva/Oliver are secretly jealous people.

Names in order of Nation/1p/2p/2pnyo/nyo

England/Arthur/Oliver/Olivia/Alice

America/Alfred/Allen/Emily

"For the last frickin' time, I am NOT about to try a stupid cupcake!" He yelled. He slapped the red velvet, pink frosted, heart and sugar sprinkled cupcake out of her hand.

She squeaked and fell to her knees with it, "How mean! I'd made that just for you!" Olivia pouted, looking at her destroyed creation, "I can't believe you'd go and waste food like that, I thought I'd raised you better!"

"And a I refuse to regret it! I remember when you first gave me one of those... things." Allen proceeded to smash his bat on top, "Yet you still stopped me from kickin' Matt's ass a fourth time!"

"The fuck did you say?" Matt was holding up his hand to signal a growling Kuma foaming at the mouth behind him.

"Nothing to get mad at, for now..." Allen smirked.

"Uh-huh, just remember. 1814. You. Burning." Matt walked over to Francois, who was only a few feet away, Kuma growled once more before following.

"Whatever you say, brother~." Allen spoke the last word in a sickly tone.

Meanwhile Olivia had picked herself up and has gotten the knife from her thy band under her dress.

"Now, now, why don't we all go to my house for tea. Before things get...nasty..." Olivia suggested with a sickeningly sweet smile. Oblivious to noticing Matt was not paying attention at the moment, in favour of speaking to Francois.

"Pft, please I'd never go back to that damned hell of a joint you call home."Allen snorted. In all honesty it wasn't horrible, it had five guest beds and two masters, a beautiful kitchen and kitchenette, four full baths, a dining room big enough for two-dozen, a perfectly decorated parlour, as well as a torture chamber in the basement. He really didn't find it horrible, not that he would say that.

The thing was, Olivia was very proud of her home, she'd shove pictures in faces of people anytime someone brought up the word of anything related. And Allen knew exactly how she felt about it too, despite her love to redesign it repeatedly after any country she invited over destroyed it, the pride in her home was a sensitive subject.

"Y-you know I-I can't stand those horrible swear words..." Olivia had her head hung and the knife clutched,"You idiot!" Olivia clicked her heels to let the toe blades of her Mary Janes out, then she swung her foot at Allen, who hesitated while given the view, letting it barely slice his shoulder. She hit the wall and bounced back hitting him with the blunt heel before she ran away crying. Allen was left sitting on the floor dazed from being knocked down.

He got up and leaned out of the doorway, "What the fuck is your problem!?" He yelled and slammed the door. The nation saw Matt and Francois staring. "What?"

"Mon cher, I can spot love troubles from a million miles away, and you just took a big fat chunk outta her heart." Francois said blankly, going from refined frechman to drunk bar buddy in 2 seconds flat.

"Seriously, you're denser than Germany when a bar hoe wants ta fuck!" Matt stared at him, lighting another round.

"Shut the fuck up, dicks. I don't know the hell you're talking about." Allen picked cake off his bat, noticeably blushing. 'I don't like that stupid, poison, British, pink blonde, cheerful, curvy… nope.'

"Al, you could only be more obvious if you spelt it out in neon lights." Matt blewsmoke into his face.

"Go after her. Before she is lost forever, because once something is truly lost," Francois reached down to a golden locket with a 'J' carved into it, "It can never be reclaimed..."

With Olivia…

Olivia was sitting at home, pissed off and downing a cup of peppermint tea. 'Ugh, my home is beautiful! I've never seen anything cuter or more appealing that my house! My shutters are light fairy floss blue, the main theme colour is baby pink, the parlour has such nice pictures, hand crafted wooden coffee table, soundproofing in every room, steel reinforcement in all the doors, bullet proof windows, even nuclear resistant iron wall-window plating! How could anyone think so badly!? Not only is my home the very definition of perfect, but it'll still be here after the third nuclear apocalypse!'

"And the cupcake wasn't even poisoned this time..." Olivia looked down to her near empty cup, angrily she threw back the rest and slammed the cup on the table. "I've got to take the edge off."

Olivia stomped up to her room locking the door behind her with the lead bolt, she closed her lacy curtains, and picked out her favourite torture book from the oak book case. She opened it halfway to find a button, pressing it, the entire bookshelf twisted. Olivia walked down the long metal stairs to her basement. There were two entrances, but the regular one had so many boobie traps that anyone (country or not) would probably die or be on a one way trip to Pluto if they attempted entry the other way, not to mention the other entrance was only a painted on door.

Olivia skipped up to her large brown chest and opened it, inside were her assortment of torture equipment and other… fun things. She selected her favorite whip, a three lashed one with many stone spikes at each end, she'd made it herself so long ago. She had had manikins made, special ordered from Germany for this purpose. The top had a place to pour fake blood in, it would spread through the manikin as if it had veins to bleed from, the purpose is to see what attacks cost what damage and how to make a critical hit; but being Olivia meant she enjoyed using strawberry syrup instead.

Olivia drew a makeshift Allen face on her latest one, and started with a whip right across the back.

"Take that you mindless buffoon!" She snapped it across his right arm. "I worked so hard to make the exact type that you like!" Another snap,"And those sprinkles were special!" Across the stomach. "Why did I have to raise you to be so hot!" Left leg.

"Allen Fucking Jones, why do you have to be such an idiot!" A final deep wound cut from the right bottom of the mannequin's face to it's lower left hip, the doll itself might as well have bee ground meat by this point.

Olivia leaned on the back of the manikin, sobbing lightly from her anger high, she licked up it's neck. "Mmmm... Sweet."

She put her whip down and got out a machete. A few slices later she was calm and sweaty.

"Eww.. Not fantabulous! I suppose I could do a shower." Olivia left for her personal bathroom, making sure to lock her torture room up again.

Oh my god, I was trying not to change the intro and outro too much, but the weebness hurts.

P and thank anyways, 23.