The List
Pairing: USUK, USxVarious, UKxVarious
Warnings: Sexual situations, but no actual lemons, and language.
((AN: I wrote this during history class one day, wondering: who were England and America with before they confessed and stuff? In my head, they didn't get together until after WWII, but they were attracted to each other long before that, starting when America joined WWI. Enough rambling! Onto the story! I don't own Hetalia. ))
America would never get tired of the feeling of waking up next to England in the morning. The pleasant soreness along with the warmth of the smaller nation cuddled next to him and the smell that was uniquely theirs. It reminded him of hot apple cider of an autumn day – spices blended with something undeniably sweet – mixed with that sex smell which lingered until his brightly colored quilt had been washed. All of it was comfortably familiar these days.
He felt his lover stir next to him, nestling closer. "Morning…" The vibrations of England's voice against his chest made him smile. He reached for Texas so he could see the other man's face clearly.
"I'll make you some tea," he said, starting to get up.
"Don't bother. Your tea," the Brit said, "is horrible." The older nation crawled out of bed and slipped into a discarded pair of boxers.
America stayed and admired his lover's ass clad in a pair of boxers with the star spangled banner printed on them for a moment before he leapt into action. Since England had grabbed his boxers, leaving behind the red plaid ones he had worn the night before, he had nothing to wear. England's would be too small on him. So, he dug through his drawers until he found a deep blue silk robe.
He slipped it on, letting the feel of silk and – was that the scent of roses still there, after all these years, or was it just his imagination? – wash over him. He ran out of his room then, chasing the sound of a screaming teapot.
When he arrived in the kitchen, a modern room in contrast to the rest of the cottage on the Oregon coast, England had the coffee pot running. It smelled like a Starbucks in there, with English Breakfast tea and Colombian coffee steam mingling in the air. America stood by the brewing pot while England took a seat on the other side of the kitchen island.
"That's a new robe."
"Nah, it was a gift." America subconsciously adjusted his glasses. "What do you think? You like it?"
"…It's too fancy for you." He sipped his tea. "Who did you say gave it to you?"
"I didn't." He looked down at the coffee pot as the last of the liquid dribbled down. He poured a mug, then added sugar and a healthy dose of Coffee Mate. Delaying, he took a long sip, made a face, then added more sugar.
"Out with it, git."
"Um. Someone I was with. Before."
"And his name…?"
"Her."
The clink of the teacup on marble countertop brought America's eyes up to meet England's dancing green orbs. He's amused by this! America realized.
"You never told me about anyone before! And here I was thinking I was your first."
"Well, neither did you." America said stubbornly. He knew perfectly well that England had been with plenty of other men, and maybe some women too, but he had always been to embarrassed to ask who, exactly.
"America," England said, the amusement showing in his voice." "I'll tell you who I was with if you tell me." When the younger nation didn't respond, he continued. "You know, your people say, when you sleep with someone, you sleep with everyone that person has had sex with. I have the right to know."
He blushed. "Marilyn Monroe, first. Then some Miss Americas, a prostitute, only once! And… Um…"
"Speak up, don't be embarrassed. I was with William Shakespeare, you know. And France."
"You've had hate sex with another nation too!"
"I won't tell unless you tell me who yours was with."
"Fine." He huffed, taking another swig of coffee. "I had hate sex with Russia."
((So, the idea for this story is that I'll write how America wound up in bed with all these people, in the order he named them. Review and let me know if you think it's a good idea. If not, I won't bother continuing. I hoped you enjoyed it either way! ~Elie the Electric Plum ))
