"Affairs are bad. They always leave the clothes wrinkled." - Jackie O.
The rain beat the windows of the conference room relentlessly, blurring the image of the buildings of France outside in a swirl of different grays. The sound of the rain had lulled everyone to sleep. Even Germany's eyes drooped and he didn't even bother to nudge Italy awake, who was slowly starting to lean against him.
The only to people still involved in the meeting were England and America. America was giving a long, enthusiastic speech on a stupid plan. It was a waste of time and he was oblivious to the snores around him, but England couldn't help but admire how he looked. He had always looked great in a suit, but when America was passionate about something, no matter how dumb it was, his eyes got even bluer and his smile was bright enough to light all of New York City.
It was the same smile he had when they both fell on the bed the night before. England had moaned so loud that America had laughed and said the whole hotel must have been woken up. England's laugh had turned into a moan as America's mouth turned downward. He pulled down England's pants down on the way there and took him in his mouth. Running his tongue over the head and taking him in and out and in and out and in…. He was done when England was sure he had no voice left. He looked up, surprised that America had swallowed it.
"Wow..." England breathed, his chest rising up and down.
"Yeah," laughed America. He had his head in England's neck now, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.
"You don't want to do anything else?"
"Not tonight."
They had never gone that far before. A reason popped into England's head. "Listen, America. It only hurts for a second, but when I hit your sweet spot and you get used to it it'll be worth it."
"Hold on, hold on. When you hit my sweet spot? Don't you have to be on the top for that? No chance in hell I'm going to be on the bottom," America said, raising up and looking at England accusingly.
"You bloody git, I'm older and more experienced. I should be on top."
The fight went on for a while before America got bored with it and decided to continue the argument when the time came up. He kissed England on the forehead and told him to go to sleep and that if he was tired and disheveled in the morning everyone would get suspicious.
England leaned back in his chair, replaying the night in his head. It took him a while to notice France's eyes on him. The stupid frog had that look in his eyes. "Keep your mouth shut and I'll keep mine," mouthed England.
France apparently read lips because he looked away and tried to hide his grin with his wrist. England couldn't have cared less whether or not the others knew if he was banging his ex-charge. He was too old to care. But when America had looked into England's eyes and begged him to not tell anyone of their affair, England had promised to comply and kissed his dear boy.
Of course, as history tells, affairs almost always become public…
~~~~~~~~~ If they had something going on, it would seem to me that they'd argue over who is to be on top (of course America, but England is really stubborn). Of course the quote above is from Jackie Kennedy, the wife of John F. Kennedy, an American President who is famous for his affairs (he had one with Marilyn Monroe). Wouldn't it suck to know your husband was cheating on you but couldn't do anything about it? I'm thinking of making this a series with all the pairings' affairs. This one is sorta an introduction, I guess. The others will be longer and have more smut. Unless anyone thinks it'll be sucky, then don't let me waste my time!!! This was for you, my J.F.K. friend!!! Thank you for the inspirational quote! Maaaaaaybe SpainXRomano next?