This is a new story I had an Idea for. Enjoy!

England was not always the person that he was. His eyes at once had retained a sparkle that spread from person to person. England had once had hope, he had once believed in love. It was fair to say after all of the years, England did not believe in love anymore.

His eyes had grown dull and judgemental, his lips formed into an angry purse, and his eyebrows had well, they had grown a lot too. Not that this had anything to do with his sullen attitude, but they had grown, a lot.

He impatiently tapped his pencil on his notepad at the big meeting. Of course every country was different, America sat there drawing impatient doodles on his notepad. This meeting was mostly boring, it was Germany telling his financial issues to the group, Italy was of course agreeing with him thoroughly.

England found it hard to pay attention. He was tired as all hell, nightmares had kept him up again. He fell asleep various times just to find himself shaken awake into existence once more. He had nightmares from the last war, of course it had been years since it happened.

He still could sometimes feel the mustard gas in his lungs, him coughing and coughing trying to expel it. He shuddered at the thought. He looked over at the German country everyone was pretending to listen to. He knew no one was on task or even listening to him, but he was talking non stop.

It wasn't like Germany looked well. He looked ill, maybe more like a skeleton than a person. Well that is what he gets for not surrendering. Even Austria and Hungary knew when to give up. He huffed a breath, in a world like this pity was very hard to muster. He knew that Germany had just chosen the wrong side of the battle, but when he had made the choice to sink America's ship, his goose was cooked.

He let his eyes glance over to the American, oh what a fool his former colony was. A strong fool that was, he of course didn't hold remorse against the bigger nation for leaving him. Everyone always left, he had gotten used to it the hundreds and hundreds of years that he had been alive.

Letting out a small sigh he looked away from the glutton. It made him upset to look at one person for more than a couple of moments. He knew everything about these people and most of it was not good.

His gaze had fallen on France.

What a complicated past they had. Now in this time of peace 1938, they had almost been peaceful for thirty four years. How had this come? Well they were both getting old… Fighting was just beginning to get boring.

How complicated had they gotten? Well that was between them and god. No one else had to know how deep their thoughts had gotten.

When he heard a loud clearing of his throat, he looked back over to Germany. When you thought about it, he did look a bit healthier than he had before. Strange, England wished that he honestly cared enough.

All of his feelings had melted away when his little brothers declared themselves uncolonized. Then everyone started to and… it was simply too sad to keep your emotions in check. He just got rid of them, enjoyed his solitude.

With another clearing of the throat, England was snapped from his thought bubble. "Well, with that I have nothing else to say, good day to all of you, enjoy your time in Munich.." With that Germany left the room.

There was chipper discussion from America to god knows who. England stood and picked up his empty notebook. He slipped it in his briefcase, and prepared himself to leave. He didn't feel the need to talk to anyone, he just wanted to waste time until his flight left in the morning.

"Hey Iggs! Wait up man!"

England couldn't help but to let a major groan slip his lips, "What America?" He said snippily turning to face the other country. "Hey! I know you Looove me lately, you know because of-." England rolled his eyes and began to genuinely not care.

He turned on his heel and began to leave the room, "No England! Seriously I have something important to talk about. Seriously, don't be so limey!" England allowed himself to pause so he could shoot a glare over his shoulder. "Get to your point, or I will beat you." He grumbled out the words obviously not amused.

"Dude it's been like two hundred years! Can't you forgive me? Like it's pretty easy to do."

Oh my bloody hell. He's on about this…

"America, listen good and listen hard, because this is the last time that I am going to tell you this… I am not angry with you for leaving and becoming a nation-," "Oh that's great! Maybe we could ha-." With an irritated growl England replied, "I wasn't finished! You helped us out greatly in the last war, I commend that. You cannot expect things to go back to the way that they were when you were a colony." He said blandly.

He saw that hurt look on America's face and almost cracked a little. He didn't of course, the American shrugged, "Fine. I don't care, but if you get yourself in another tiff don't come around asking for my help!" England had always loved when America was little, how his cheeks would puff up when he was angry. They turned a bit rosy and they puffed out as he yelled.

A small laugh bubbled up in England's chest, he tried to suppress and stifle it. He couldn't help it, it started out as a small laugh, but it just turned into an aggressive laugh attack.

"Limey b-bastard!" America shouted angrily. England couldn't help, he was unable to stop laughing. "I hate you, you old shit!" With that there was an angry stomp, followed by a succession of angry stomps out of the room.

With this England was able to pull himself together, and stop laughing.

"That's the most I have seen you laugh in a while," England felt his face hot and rosy from all of the laughter, he immediately frowned when he turned. "It is fun to mess with him." He said breathing out in a sigh.

"What do you want?" He then said to the bearded man. "I just wanted to take a walk with you, we have some matters to discuss." England felt the unfortunate feeling of irritation drive into his chest. "Now?" He asked almost irritated.

France laughed and then nodded, "You remember our agreement?" The Englishman frowned and crossed his arms, he did. As much as he would like to deny it, he remembered.

"Ah….Hng….Oh...Francis stop that!... It isn't...ah..fair…" England felt like me might explode, bent over in the supply closet from the meeting room. His lips part and he felt a lengthy moan escape his lips. "Oh! France…." He whined rubbing himself as France went in and out of him.

"Hang on Angleterre… I am almost finished! How many times have you finished?" "Tw-Ah-Twice….." His fingers were sticky with seed. He stood there naked in his socks being pounded into by a baguette sniffing moron.

Of course, desperate times called for desperate measures, after the first war both countries had to heal wounds and deal with their loneliness. It happened a few times in year, England would get drunk, or France just bored.

England felt as if he would burst. He felt his eyes squeeze shut as he felt something somewhat warm fill him. He cried out and felt himself gush out the warm, squishy liquid from his own member. He breathed out heavily and then felt France's hand run down his length.

He felt the other sit inside of him for a moment before leaving and then leaving England there a bit of a mess. "That was fun." France slowly began to locate his clothes, Arthur stood there rubbing his temples with his non messy hand. "Oh goodness I have so many aches…. I feel filthy…"

Of course that applied for multiple ways, he was of course the mess that had frequently allowed someone penetrate his walls. He grabbed a couple of rags and began to wipe down his legs, he assumed that they were clean, well because this was Germany. He wiped the semen from his sore bottom and his hand.

"Bloody hell France, you could have been more gentle with me, I think you tore something." He said groaning. He heard a low masculine laugh, "Don't act like you did not like lapin…" His voice was so low it made Arthur shuffle.

"Oh quiet you frog!" He said unsteadily, he shook off the feeling and began to put his clothes on, after getting his boxer briefs on. He watched France, he was looking directly at him. It made him shuffle, "Bullocks! What do you want France?"

Seemingly unaware he was staring at the dressing man, France almost blushed. "I just never realized how... it is nothing… I will see you around… We have a meeting next month to discuss the issues with the Germans.." He looked as if he didn't need to say more.

"Indeed. See you then frog."

With that the larger country left. He closed the door behind him. England let his grim expression remain. He hated how everything was always staying the same.

He hadn't thought to be careful what he wished for.