Patriotism
Her first time "in" America
Alfred moaned loudly, but he was sure no one could hear him in the loud blooming American night club. The strobe lights turned and colored the people dancing around him with blues and pinks; the smell of alcohol and sweat grossly tattooed the air. Not that the country cared right now, he was too preoccupied with something else.
Placing his chin between the shoulder and neck of the pretty Japanese girl that was grinding against him; he leaned into her more, moaning once again. God, her ass looked great and felt awesome rubbing against his crotch. Taking a bold step, America reached forward a grabbed a handful of the girl's skinny jean covered backside; she mewled on contact and suddenly he felt his pants grow tighter.
Alfred squeezed a little harder and the girl panted and turned around to face him. Her eyes were gorgeous, cat like and innocent, she whispered something, in what he intelligently knew was Japanese. Knowing a little for hanging out with Kiku and reading manga; he was instantly turned on when he translated the girl's words to. "I am wet." Feeling satisfied, because duh, "the hero always gets the girl"; America ushered her to exit the club so they could continue at his home. However during their romp the girl purred something that was hard to miss and might have had a double meaning.
"This is my first time in America"
What way did she mean that?
So my cousin made me start watching Hetalia and this is what resulted from it.
