Rays of bright, warm morning light entered through the window; engulfing the room in its glow. Britain groaned, covering his eyes with his arm, blocking the sunshine that travelled passed his eyelids. Murmuring to himself, he turned to his side facing the opposite way of the light source.
After he settled into a comfortable position, he continued to feel movement followed by something solid being draped over his waist; slightly pulling him forward. Opening his eyes, Britain stared at the sleeping form of America, exhausted from the night's 'activities'. As the memories flowed into his mind, Britain sighed.
Escaping from the younger man's grasp, he began dressing himself; occasionally glancing over to the bed, making sure the other nation was still asleep. Making his way to the door, he looked back to America one last time; allowing his eyes to venture over the exposed chest of his young lover, before he took his leave.
This was a normal even for the ex-pirate; meet up with another country, get them drunk off their ass, take them back to their house, fuck them like there's no tomorrow, then leave before they wake up to realize what happened.
It was a rather ingenious plan, he thought. He wasn't looking for a relationship, and casual sex with the same person doesn't stay casual long.
Pulling out his phone from his pocket, Britain pressed a few buttons before returning it to its previous place.
Upon arriving at his house, the blonde took a shower and worked on paperwork he hadn't finished. Hours had pasted before the sun began to set; cueing him to start getting ready.
The street was filled with all kinds of people; big and small, male and female. Neon lights filled the night sky. Britain navigated his way through the thick crowd, making his way to his designated place.
Walking through the front doors, he scanned the bar. His eyes finally found what he was searching for and proceeded to his target. Taking a seat at the counter; Britain ordered his usual glass of scotch, earning the attention and chuckle from the person to his right.
"It's been a while, mon ami,"
At least he knew it wouldn't take long before they'd leave for the Frenchman's bed.