Author's note (6/10/11) : I did revise this chapter as I said I would. This Author does not support incest, I just find Pedo!England amusing. Anyway, this idea started with a rp my friend and I did, and I thought it was going so great, so I decided to make it into a one-shot. Please enjoy!

(10/17/11: Now with better grammar, thanks to my beta-reader.)

England bit his lip and adjusted his tie. He was standing in front of Bermuda's door, making himself knock. He rarely visited her and felt a bit bad for her. But now that he was here, he was nervous. Sure, everyone saw them as father and daughter... But he had strong feelings for her. All he wanted to do was touch her. Make her happy. He finally rung the door bell.

Then, came along a little girl who opened the door, her chin just barely above the doorknob. "Hello?" the tiny girl asked, rubbing her cute green eyes. The time was 4pm, but she wanted to sleep all through this November day. She gasped, recognizing the taller blond in front of her. "D-daddy? Is that you?"

England dreaded that name but nonetheless he smiled widely. "Why hello there, Bermuda." he put a hand on her cute puffed out cheek. "And how are you?" he asked her.

"Lovely!" Bermuda replies, giggling as she places her hand on top of his.

England chuckled. "Can I come in?" He asked her. "I wanted to spend some time with you today."

Bermuda's eyes sparkled. "Really?" She instantly pulled him into her house. "Oh, thank you! Are you sure you're not too busy?" England had rarely came over to her island unless it was for political or economic reasons. She was also not prepared for such a visit, still wearing Hello Kitty pajamas.

England chuckled and picked her up. "You're so cute, you make me feel so young." He chuckled and sat down on the couch, putting her on his lap.

The tiny Caribbean island giggled. "You're not THAT old! China is ancient! Isn't he thousandsof years old?" then, she thought for a bit. "Actually you're 1370 years old."

England grinned. "Well, if that's what you think I guess I wont complain." The English man chuckled and looked at her. "So what have you been up to?" He asked, feeling a little guilty for never seeing her., He wanted to, but he always had so much to do.

"Ireland and I had a Halloween party last month, I wanted to invite you but I knew you and America always had plans of your own. And ireland Ireland wasn't really keen on inviting in the first place, and it was his house." Then she looked over at the side of her. "Oh and I also have a new member to the family!" She picked up that member and presented to England. "Meet Teddy! Isn't he cute?"

England arched an eyebrow and couldn't help but smile. "Its cute, but you know you're way cuter, love." He chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Where did you get it anyways?"

"I'm glad you like the both of us!" she giggled. "A witch from London gave him to me when she vacationing in my house!"

England smiled and put a hand on her lap. "Well... I'm glad you got him in London rather than somewhere else." He chuckled.

Bermuda's stare went to the hand he had placed on her lap. She squirmed to get it off, but the grinding between her legs against his leg aroused a reaction. "Ah!" she moaned from the heat.

England was not sure how to react. He blushed deeply and moved his hand a little higher. "Bermuda?"

"Ah!" her moans became even louder when England's hand moved. She began rocking slower, but intensely harder. "AH!" she moaned repeatedly... "AH!" ..when her hips hit one side to another. "Ah!" and again. "Ah!" and again "Ah!" England was making her feel uncomfortable, and each time she squirmed from his grasp, heat would come, sparking a fire between her legs. "AHHH!" This was painful, actually wasn't pain (she didn't know WHAT this intense feeling was) but torture nonetheless. "Ah!" Then the movement came to a shivering end. She begged her legs to stop completely, but her thighs were twitching.

England blushed madly. "Uhhhh. Bermuda?" He picked her up and put her on the other couch cushion next to him, immediately taking his hand back.

She began to shake like Latvia. "D-daddy! What happened?"

"I-I'm sorry, but I don't know what your talking about..." He lied.

"You should!" she whined, her face really flushed. "You can't tell me THAT was normal!" she yelled. She may be naive but she was not a fool! Bermuda shed tears, feeling the embarrassing wetness in her panties.

England blushed, getting a bit flustered. "Well..." He looked back at her. Why was he so attracted to such a little nation such as Bermuda anyways? Maybe she would like it... Or not. "Please don't cry, love." He said, his British accent thicker than usual. He grabbed her wrist and kissed her roughly.

Bermuda's eyes widened, not processing what is happening! Are papas suppose to do that to their girls?

England couldn't help but feel a tad bad for this, but oh well, he knew he had to do it or he would go mad. His hands trailed down to her pants.

"AH!" She screamed, grabbing the hands "WAIT! W-what's going on?"

England turned his head away and twitched. "S-Something that needs to happen..." He grumbled. he sighed then looked at her. "Do you not like it?"

"S-something that needs to happen?" she repeated. "Why? Was it because of what I did earlier?" She truly hoped what she think he's doing wasn't true. "I...I tolerate a lot of the stuff you do to me knowing it's just a show of affection, but this..." she couldn't bear to stare at him anymore. "Wales told me for a fact this isn't what fathers are suppose to do to their daughters...are you truly sure it's necessary?"

England sat on his own cushion and continued looking at her. He dug his nails into his knees. The English man was extremely confused, he felt a strong urge to do so... And it was like no one else would satisfy his needs but her. "Well..." He bit his lip. England looked at her and sighed deeply. "D... Do you hate me Bermuda?" He asked in a rather caring tone. He did care for her, like any father would... He just... He just didn't know what was going on, his heart and crotch both wanted the same thing!

Bermuda shook her head, and kissed his cheek. "I never hated you. Otherwise, I wouldn't have stayed with you all this time. I just feel scared and useless." She remained by his side since she saw no fault in him. The reason why she felt so useless is whenever a brother or sister of hers leave, England would just break, and she wanted to be there to pick up the pieces. But she felt like a failure, since his mental state has worsened over the years.

England looked at her. His green orbs shifted all over her tiny mocha body. "Well don't feel that way... because I know a way you can really help daddy out." England looked at her then gently pushed her down on the couch. "You can help me relieve my tensions." He said and started pulling off her shirt.

She covered herself, which wasn't hard since she was flat chested."Was that all?" she asked.

England shook his head and then tore off her pants. She kept her legs closed and chest hidden. She tried her hardest not to cry. The last thing she would want is to be fully naked. However, this was barely about what she wanted. 'This is all for England's health.' She said repeatedly to herself. 'This is all for England's health...' If England was okay what was there to worry about? He wouldn't go as far as to hurt her would he?

"Not exactly." He said and unbuckled his belt quickly . England dropped his pants to the floor then looked at his daughter with lust. "Are you ready?" He asked and spread her legs.

Bermuda began to sob."I don't know..." She shivered, fearing what exactly he was preparing. Then she remembered her chant.

'This is all for England...This is all for England...' it was not working this time. She was scared out her mind now. The least England could have done was allow her to be use to being openly naked instead of placing her in humiliating position.

"Could you give me a second, England?" She asked.

England sighed and bit his lip, he didn't want to wait but knew he had to. "Sure." He grumbled.

Bermuda wrapped a blanket around her an headed for the kitchen. She created a mixture, since those always calm her down when Jamaica made them. In the blender was ice cubes, coconut milk, a few slices of mango, 1/4 of a banana, and 1/3 cup of...a secret ingredient. She blends it and pours a cup for her.

Bermuda would not even attempt to justify his demands or actions. She could only help him, and hope this would ease him. She returned back to her living room and to her insane father.

England sighed again. He slowly approaches his child, hating how much she's crying. He places his hand on her puffed cheek. As always, she cuddles into it, but without a smile.

How could she not be concerned for him? His eyes look so foreign and wild. She can't even recognize him anymore.

England grinned "Don't be afraid." He assures, but sounded more demanding as he roughly kisses her again. The youngling was too powerless to stop him. He picks her up and lays her on the couch.

England sits up, and parts her legs and kneels in between them. Then pulls his boxers down.

The nine year old couldn't help but stare at England's willy. This is the first time she's seen someone's penis. "Wow..." She said amazed, blushing "it's so BIG!"

England smirked, that was his ego boost of the day. Then he pushes her knees up which also pushes her blanket up. "This may hurt... But I think it may be worth it." He promised her. Then he rubbed her entrance with the head of his member and entered her tight walls

The girl omits an ear splitting shriek as he stabs between her tiny thighs. "S-stop! PLEASE STOP!" She attempts to push the European off of her. "DADDY IT HURTS TOO-"

England gave her a stern look. He was growing impatient with the nine year old. He held her down by her shoulders and ignored her pleas. "I'm sorry but you're just going to have to bear it for now." He grunted.

"No!" Bermuda grind her teeth, knowing sobbing was not gonna do anything. Trying to endure each and every length he thrusted in. She didn't even bother scold him about the blood running out of her and in the couch. "Oh god, please see me through this..." She whispered to herself. Out of all places to put such a disgusting thing, he puts 'it' in the tightest space she had?

England was somewhat considerate, he went at an extremely slow pace, trying to get her somewhat used to his excellent size. Though this wasn't super satisfying for him, he could deal with it for now.

She trembles but the tears stopped. Through this awful pain... was actually ticklish? It felt so gross having someone's slimy Willy inside your no-no place but ... "Arthur..." She moans softly.

England smirked a bit. That was all the signs he needed to know that her cherry was broken. He began to go a little faster, but not really at a normal pace. She was still pretty tight.

"Urg!" She grunted as positive feedback, now feeling no pain, only the subtle feeling of pleasure. "Urg!" She became a bit embarrassed. She was wetting herself again on to England's member. "Sorry." She apologized.

England chuckled a bit and looked at her. "Its okay... That's supposed to happen." He said as he increased in speed, starting to feel pleasure for himself. He groaned loudly.

Eyes widened, and back arched. "AH!" She gasped at this rush of lustful bliss. "OH GOSH!" Not in a hundred years would she ever imagine something so disgusting could be so...enjoying! "E-England!"

England chuckled, he was really red in the face and breathing hard. He started to go a little faster. "O-Oh God." He whispered, starting to feel amazing pleasure. He grunted a bit and grabbed her by her little hips, not pulling out of her he flipped on his back. He bounced her up and down on his length.

"OH GOD, ENGLAND!" She was going mad. "FEELS SO, AH! GOOD, AH!" Being bounced around was getting her really dizzy, but she was certain he would not do this for very long. "Oh dear...!" She stared at him, her face just as flustered as his. "England..." she whispers, hands on his stomach..

England blushed a bit as he heard her chant his name. "Ah, s-see what I mean, it was worth it." He moaned and rolled his head back, still yanking her up and down. She nodded. This was truly amazing. Bermuda couldn't help but feel a bit guilty for not trusting her own father. "Please forgive me...for my lack of trust..." she replied.

After a second he panted. "Just don't let it happen again." England groaned as he felt his release creeping up on him. This was just too great, he had wanted little Bermuda for quite some time now. He groaned as he released his wet sticky seed into her.

"Yes fa-AHHH!" Serena wasn't expecting a large sum of cum to spill into her. Serena now looked at England with disgust and disbelief. "DID YOU JUST PEE IN ME? THAT'S GROSS!"

England's face was expressionless... Seriously? PEE? He panted as he pulled out of her. "N.. No. Its called "sperm", perhaps you've heard of it." He said in an irritated tone.

Bermuda's eyes widened. "Y...you..." She immediatly pushed herself away from the man. "YOU BASTARD!" she yelled enraged. "If I end up pregnant, I will not hesitate to tell this to the other nations!"

England was a bit shocked at her reaction... Then again, it did make sense that she would snap. She was clearly uneducated on how the reproductive system works. "You can't get pregnant unless..." He tried to think of another way to say it besides using the word period. "Unless you've hit puberty."

"So...you can't fertilize my eggs, because I don't have them yet?" She sighed in relief.

England couldn't help but to chuckle at how worked up she got. "Well, yes thats it."

"I have a very important question to ask..."

He then looked at her. "And what would that be?"

Her expression fell. "Let's say, by some force of magic, you would let me forget this entire thing happen just in case it didn't end so well...and now, base on this outcome. Would you still allow me to forget or would you undo the spell?"

Bermuda sighed. England was not getting it. She might as well come clean with it. "I...while I was in the kitchen, I slipped myself a portion to forget whatever happens 60 minutes after taking it." She looked directly at the potion she left on the counter. "I got really scared of you and what you could do to me. So just in case, I took it so that I didn't grow to hate you. After all this, I feel awkward, but I don't hate you." She bit her lip. "We still got 15 until it kicks in. If you choose, I could allow it to kick in or we could hurry to create a counter-portion."

England looked at her with a stern expression, in all reality he was planning on doing this again, perhaps it even becoming a regular thing. "Do you want to forget?" He asked her.

Bermuda turns away to England's burning eyes. She felt like a child receiving disappointment from her father. "I-I don't know..."

England glanced across the room, and grabbed his boxers. Then pulling them on. He looked at her. "It's your choice love." He said, trying to sound more considerate. But that was kind of hard.

Bermuda bit lip. Why did he have to make things so damn hard? "I really don't know..." She really did hate having a choice. Especially a life changing choice. "You make incest seem normal...kids would much rather forget such a thing instead of remembering this over...and over..." Only once he mentioned sperm did she realize what they were doing.

England looked at her... She had a point. He just loved her so much... but not necessarily in the light he should. "Do what you want." He said coldly.

Bermuda was nearly at tears this time. She honestly did not know what to do. "I love you...but I want to forget...but I don't know if I'll regret it..I don't want to take that risk..."

England sighed. "Well how long until the potion would take affect, love?" He asked her, a bit sweeter than before. He was going through a hard time in his mind as well.

She looked at the clock. She took the portion at 4:47pm, the time was 5:37pm "10 minutes." she said.

England nodded and pushed her down, then climbing on top of her. "Well this should make up your mind." He groaned and entered her once again. "If you like it then take the antidote, and if not..." He pumped in and out of her. "You know the answer."

"AH!" She moans. 'Feels so good!' she thinks to herself. "I...I...I don't want to do this...I'm sorry." Bermuda pushed England off of her, grabbed her Hello Kitty pajamas, and ran upstairs. "I thought doing this would make you normal, but now you're weirder than before...and...I'm sorry, you can spend the night if you want, but I'm going to bed." she ran up to her room in a sobbing fit, regretting that she didn't do this sooner.

England glared at the stairs and she became out of sight. Its not that he could blame her for that decision... But it still hurt. He bit his lip and looked down at his manhood. He sighed and pulled his clothes back on, then laying down.