England sighed as he rest his head on the table. Occasionally his eyes wandered to an American across the room. He sighed again in pure anguish.
He wanted him really bad.
In his mind he knew it was impossible. America hated his guts, end of story. SO any sexual things that he wanted to do with America would never come true.
"Well, well. Sulking much, Arthur?" an oh so familiar voice asked. England moved his eyes to look up at Russia.
"What the bloody hell do you want?" Arthur asked, he was not in the mood for this crazy lunatic to be talking to him. Russia smiled childishly.
"No no, just saw you admiring the view, da?" Russia chuckled and England gave the large nation a strange look.
"What view?" he asked and sat up straight in his chair.
"I mean a certain American," the Russian smirked and motioned his eyes to Alfred who was still across the room, but stuffing his face with hamburgers instead of just standing there.
"Git. Leave me alone," he muttered as a deep blush covered his face. Russia's childish grin widened.
"Well, I know of a way you can get what you want," Ivan smiled. Arthur looked up at him and cocked one of his large eyebrows.
"And what is it that I want," he asked, probably guessing what the other nation was going to say.
"America, of course," Russia stated and leaned on the table close to England's head. Ivan smiled widely as he watched England's face get a few shades darker.
Russia loved it how he was the only one that seemed to notice how England would watch the American. Sure he always seemed to be reading but no one noticed that the book was upside down and that his eyes weren't even on the page.
"You must be delusional. I hate that Git. He's even worse than the Frog," England said, quickly making his blush disappear. "I think that the vodka is messing with your head and judgment."
"That could possibly be true but wouldn't it be the same for you? You DO drink too much alcohol yourself, da?" Ivan asked and smirked lightly. England opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it again and huffed.
"Oh shut up. And you still haven't told me what you want," Arthur sighed and crossed his arms.
"I want to help you accomplish what I think you have been wanting and in doing so it will also get me what I want," Russia explained. England rolled his eyes.
"You know you are super stupid country, right? What in god's name would make me EVER trust you?" England asked, amazed that Ivan would even fathom that he would agree to whatever the large nation had planned.
"Ah, ah even if you knew that I would go along with my plan weather you are there or not?" Russia smirked. England shot up out of his seat.
"What did you do?" England asked. Before Russia could respond America walked over to them.
"Commy and Iggy talking?" He gasped in fake shock and amusement. England's head turned sharply to the nation.
"We are talking about porn now go away," Arthur hissed. America smirked.
"You are? Well I didn't know that you two were such perverts," America sneered before leaving. England watched him leave, keeping his fake anger in place.
But England wished that the other would stay and talk, maybe even have a small fight with Russia so that England had a real reason to stare at the American.
"My, my, England why did you say something so perverted?" Ivan asked. England huffed and plopped back into his chair.
"It doesn't matter," he sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. Russia smirked and leaned in close to England's ear.
"I drugged America's soda. As I said before, I will go on with my plan, I just thought that you might want to join," Russia whispered, his hot breath tickling England's sensitive ear. England shuddered.
"You Bastard!" Arthur growled and his head whipped towards Russia's. "You are and evil, maniacal, Bastard!"
"Ah, but it is only natural. Anyway, you can give me a call before six o'clock if you want to join," and with that, Russia turned and left to go pester someone else. England slumped in his chair. What was Russia planning? Knowing him it was something disgusting and terrible. But maybe it wasn't.
Nope. No way could it be a good thing. Why would something good require being drugged?
England held his head in his hands. He could tell America but then Russia would kill him. He could go along with it but then that would lead to something terrible…
England threw his hands in the air, not knowing what else to do.
What WAS he going to do?