It had started off just like any other day; England, Prussia, and Denmark had gotten together over a few drinks to complain about their "younger brothers" and how unappreciated they were. England had no idea what was so different about this particular day, but he noticed quite quickly the way the other two had been staring at him. He ignored it and wrote it off as them noticing something different about his hair; even though he knew that he had done nothing different that the usual. It wasn't until Prussia and Denmark closed the distance between them on the couch and started getting overly physical that something went off in England's head. The klaxon that wouldn't shut off in his mind continued to buzz as the other two's intense gaze made him feel as if any second he would spontaneously combust. He was at war with himself, it had been such a long time since anyone looked at him with just a predatory gaze that there was a part of him that welcomed it.

Prussia's hand glided softly up the side of his leg and England propelled himself from the couch, glaring down at the two in front of him. He willed himself to calm down before he spoke, he didn't want the other's to hear the slight tremble in his voice

'Bloody hell! What was that all about?!' He was extremely happy with the way it came out.
Denmark and Prussia got off the couch and slowly walked towards him, mischief gleaming in both of their eyes. England watched them both as carefully as he could, but they began circling him like hungry wolves and he could only keep his eye on one of them at a time.

'What's wrong, England?' Denmark teased.

'Yeah calm down, Brit. It's not like we're going to eat you or anything.' He paused for a minute and the two of them exchanged glances. 'We were just trying to spice things up a bit.'

He tried his best to hide the shiver that ran up his spine at Prussia's words, but he knew that they had seen it by the small chuckle that left both of their lips. It was in that moment that England realized that he would never be able to stop the inevitable; Denmark and Prussia were going to do what they wanted to matter what. The once great Empire wanted desperately to shrink into himself, maybe disappear from the situation he was in at the moment.

England was so busy trying to figure out a way out when he was hoisted from the ground and flung over broad Danish shoulders. It was against all his principles to be ungentlemanly, but in certain circumstances he could overlook that. He took a deep breath and then began kicking his legs wildly, hoping it might throw Denmark off balance and give him enough time to make for the door. No matter how hard he kicked or how much he beat at the brute's back, Denmark didn't falter a bit.

'What the fuck are you doing, Iggy?' Prussia was stooped over so his face was level with England's.

The Brit didn't respond and Prussia just shrugged it off, following Denmark happily into one of the back rooms. England stopped struggling and went completely limp in Denmark's grip.