You were giving England a hand with his house work, the place had turned into a mess since he's been so busy with all the allied force meetings and this World War Two business.
With a feather duster in hand and your short 'Hey-England-look-at-me-aren't-I-sexy' skirt riding up around your thighs you dusted the top shelf of the bookcase in England's office.
Suddenly one of your favorite songs started coming through your headphones and swaying your hips seductively you started sing along.
"How come every time you come around
My London London Bridge want to go down
Like London London London wanna go down
Like London London London be going down like
London London London"
England strode towards his office, thumbing through some papers. His nerves were running thin with all the stress from both America and France.
He paused with his hand on the door knob to his office when he heard you singing. He creaked the door open and peeked in to see you stretched out, shaking your hips while singing.
"How come every time you come around
My London London Bridge want to go down"
England grinned and stepped in the room, after all you were practically inviting him.
The erotic lyrics floated through your head and out of your mouth as you ground into the air.
You gasped when an arm wrapped around your waist and another hand slid up and down your side. You looked back to see England smirking down at you over your shoulder. He ground into you, a silent command for you to continue dancing.
He popped an ear bud out of your ear and nipped at your earlobe. He breathed huskily into your ear, "How 'bout you come down on me?"