Part 1

Okay, you may be wondering why everyone's brave and lovable hero, the United States of America, is under an extremely pissed off Germany. If not, I bet you are now.

It all started this morning; I was walking toward the World's Meeting building. I may or not have been running a little late. And the reason for being late could be because of a stupid non-working alarm clock. Anyway, when I got to the building, I was attacked by a huge Russian polar bear! Then upon closer inspection, it was only Russia. I laughed. Hard. After I could breathe, he asked why I laughed, I told him why, and then that weird and creepy cloud was around his head. I wonder. . . If I could do that if I tried hard enough. Anyway, after narrowly avoided Russia's bipolar mood-swings, I entered the conference room where only a couple other nations were still there.

Looking around, I didn't see Iggy, France or my brother (whose name escapes me once again). I was about to turn around when all of sudden, a very infuriated (Take that Iggy! I can use big words!) Ludwig grabbed my arm. Judging by his expression and how intense his hold was, I figured I was in deep crap.

"America," He said my name through clenched, teeth. Not a good sign. "Where were you this morning? You missed HALF of the meeting."

His eye just twitched . . . Okay, defiantly not a good sign. You have to play this cool Jones! Play it cool.

"I-I had an emergency at home, and –umm, and traffic sucked, so y-yeah."

Okay, you didn't play it that cool Jones, but he could still fall for it. He let go of my shoulder, but now he's glaring at me . . . Not sure to feel nervous or relieved. Before I could decide, he grabbed my arm and pulled me out the room. Then he dragged me down the hall into a quiet and empty room. (How many meeting rooms does this building have anyway?)

"Dude! Germany, what's the big idea- Oof!" He threw me on the table. I hit my head kind of hard. (He threw me on the freakin' table! Dude! Not cool!) "Germany! What the hell was that for!"

Germany didn't answer me; he just walked over and crawled on top of me. (I could have moved but the dude was still glaring at me! I couldn't move! … I wasn't scared though. . . Heroes are never scared!)

Now back to the present.

"Germany! What are-"

The German grabbed America's shoulder sharply, silencing him. Now, was America scared? No. Nervous? Heck yeah he was, but he tried his best not to show it.

"Shut up." Germany growled out. The only upside the American thought at the time was 'At least he didn't say it through his teeth.'

Retracting his hand from America's shoulder, the German, took off the spectacled blonde's beloved jacket and laid it beside him.

"U-uuh, Lud-"

"Halt die Klappe!"

Now that he had some silence, he began, ever so slowly, unbuttoning the top buttons of the American's uniform. When the blonde's neck was fully exposed, he shifted his weight on his other leg. Germany leaned down so low, his lips ghosted over the shell of the American's ear. Immediately, Alfred tensed and shut his eyes tightly.

"Now, why were you late?" The German all but breathed in his ear.

Shuddering from the sudden sensation, America forced one of his eyes open to focus on the German.

"I told you already! I had an emergency and traffic-"

"If you had one, I'm sure your boss would have called and let us know, and I know you walked here." Germany growled in his ear.

Succeeding in suppressing the next shiver that threatened to roll out, America turned his head so he was facing Germany. At this point, America wasn't nervous. He was panicking the hell out.

"Tell me why you were late. Now." Germany pulled away so he could lock eyes.

Squirming from the stare and anxiety, America bit his lower lip before he answered reluctantly. "Stupid alarm clock broke. " He muttered lowly.

Sighing vexingly, the German hovered back over the shell of his ear. "If you're going to make excuses about your tardiness," Germany moved down lower until his lips grazed over the sensitive part of the American's neck. "Give them better proof." He bit into skin lightly earning a sharp gasp from the blonde.

"Wh-what—Why the hell are you doing this!" America gasped and half whined. He felt his neck heat up intensely. It took all his willpower not moan when the German started sucking the tender hickey that was already forming.

He felt Germany smirk in his neck. Not answering right away, he pulled away with a loud wet pop. "I did it to give you a better excuse, Amerika."

He got up and walked over to the door. Opening it slightly he turned to the flustered American who was sending him a weak glare.

"Oh, and the meeting the will resume in 5 minutes. Don't be late." Germany made sure the last part was menacing, but it failed to hide the mischievous gleam in his eyes. With that said he left before he heard a string of curses and a loud "HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO HIDE THIS! LUDWIG YOU BASTARD!"


Author Notes:

I am making another chapter to this so don't worry! All the reactions of America's fellow nations and close friends and family will appear and Germany will be very smug.