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Chapter one
"Alright, Russia, truth or dare?" France asked in a slight purr towards the other nation. The nations were currently playing truth or dare as a means of entertainment after the first day of the week-long meeting.
Russia seemed to think about the question for a moment, considering what to pick based on the fact that France was asking. At last Russia answered, "Truth."
"Alright," France began, thinking for a moment what to ask. This was one of the first meetings since the end of the Cold War, and as much as he did not want to bring that up, he simply had to ask, "Was there anything going on between you and America during the last few decades? And who topped?"
Russia paused at this for a moment, understanding what France meant by 'going on.' Before he could answer America blurted out, "What? Of course not, dude! Just thinking about that is totally disgusting!"
"America is correct, nothing like that went on between us. As for the second question, even if anything did happen I would have of course topped," Russia answered casually.
The room began to grow tense after Russia said this, America's face bright read with anger and embarrassment. After a moment of sputtering, America retorted, "What? Are you crazy? Why do you think you could top me? I mean, look at who won!"
"Because America is always whiney and very much like a little child. So of course you would bottom to someone who is bigger and obviously more masculine than you," Russia answered, savoring the face America was giving him.
"When you put it that way I guess Russia's answer makes sense," Spain commented, thinking of the two of them together.
"No it doesn't!" America yelled out.
"And the hamburger bastard is always whining," Romano agreed.
"I don't whine, heroes do not whine," America whined.
"And if you just compare landmasses Russia would be more endowed, aru," China commented earning a blush from several of the others who were trying to stay calm.
"That is beside the point! It's not what you have but how you use it!" America retorted, turning so red that it looked like he could burst at any moment.
"So America bottoms huh, I wonder if that's how it is with all his relationships? I'm going to need to re-think my yaoi stories," Hungary began, her face also bright red at the thought.
"I don't always bottom," America began quieter, "And stop talking about me like I'm not here!"
"Man, he's really complaining like a girl," Italy commented to Germany.
"I'm not like a girl!" America screeched at them. It seemed like everyone in the group was making fun of him and it did not seem fair. At last he looked to England, his boyfriend, for some kind of help only for him to respond, "Well, you do fret over fashion like a girl. I mean, it did take you almost an hour to pick a shirt the other day."
The others began to snicker at this as America commented, "So? Who's the one who kept on caring about how I dressed when I was younger, Mr. let's-buy-a-kid-a-suit-for-a-present? Besides, you're just as bad just like France, Italy and Japan are as bad about fashion!"
England glared at America for a moment, only to then tensely say, "Remind me America, who's turn is it to top next time we do it?"
America bit his lip at this, not wanting to answer in front of the other nations. Slowly, he clenched his fists and looked as if about to cry out of frustration and embarrassment, only to instead stomp out of the room while shouting, "You guys are all asses, I don't want to play anymore!"
The remaining nations could not help but laugh at this as America left, only for the whole conversation to die back as the game continued. The next morning, they all went back to the conference room expecting nothing to have really changed, but as the meeting continued they began to realize that America was no longer his happy-dopey self. Due to this, the meeting went by awkwardly until the last day arrived.
England could not help but wonder about his younger boyfriend during the days. It was unlike America to act like this, even when he was upset, and as much as he hated to admit it he found the constant pout on America's face rather adorable. The main thing which he hated was the fact that since the truth or dare night America had been ignoring him when they were in their hotel room, which was starting to put him at his limit for waiting. Don't get him wrong, he disliked taking those kind of breaks when they were supposed to be working, but it had also been almost two weeks since the two of them did that and he was getting antsy.
"So do you wanna get something to eat?" America asked as they left the conference building, that same little, adorable pout stuck on his face.
"We could if you want. Anywhere you want to go, luv," England answered smiling nonchalantly at America.
"Alright then, McDonalds it is," America answered determinately, causing England's smile to fall at the idea of fast food. However, he was still a gentleman and kept his word to go anywhere with America. Soon the two of them were at the fast food restaurant and eating, England finishing his smaller meal faster than America.
"Not hungry?" America asked as he watched England sip his soda.
"Saving room for dessert," England answered, smirking seductively.
America choked slightly when he realized what England meant, only to then comment, "Ya well, where were you thinking of getting that?"
"Back in the hotel room, preferably the bed if I don't decided to start earlier," England began softly, not wanting the public to know about their love life.
"Well…um…I don't know Iggy, I'm not really feelin' it tonight. Besides, we'll need to leave tomorrow for our own homes," America stated, blushing slightly and avoiding eye-contact.
"That's exactly why we should do it tonight. Besides, I could always make you get into the mood," England whispered next to America's ear, causing the other to inhale deeply. England smirked slightly and whispered again, "What do you say?"
"I-I'm feeling tired," America answered, abruptly standing up and starting towards the door. England followed him.
It did not take them long to reach their hotel room, England closing the door as America flopped onto the bed. Seizing the opportunity, England lept onto the bed and straddled America, causing the other to give out a confused gasp. Before America could protest, England began to nip and kiss at America.
Once he was able to muster something out, America said, "I-Iggy, I told you I didn't want to tonight."
"Then we'll just need to fix that, won't we," England answered, placing his forehead down onto America's as he said this. He then went to attacking America's lips, only for America to take his sweet time in opening up. Worried, England asked, "Luv, you're still not upset about what happened earlier this week are you? Come now, you know how people act when they're in a group. Forget about it."
"England, it's not just that," America began, his face bright red and panting slightly as England continued undressing him.
"Then what is it?" England asked, moving from America's chest to his pants. He was slightly confused, however, as he undid the zipper. Judging by how America was panting and squirming he was definitely aroused, but his lower region was not having the normal reaction. In fact, England did not feel any kind of bulge.
"Well…," America began sheepishly as England curiously tugged down the other's boxers, only to then stare at what he found. Instead of the usual sexual set-up like he was expecting he was met by a woman's set up.
Slowly, England looked up at the blushing America and asked, "America, please explain to me what's going on."
Explanation for later.
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