A/N- It's 00:19 and I need sleep! Yay! This fic dedicated to Maxy, 'cause she told me to write it.
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Harder
"Dammit England, harder!"
"I'm… argh… doing the best I can!"
"You're not doing it hard enough!"
"For fuck's sake America! My hand can only do so much!" England grunted, making every effort to tighten his grip and put even more strength into it. His teeth ground together and a drop of sweat beaded on his brow as he let out a huff of exertion, bending over even more than he already was.
"Seriously, dude, I should have just done this myself…" America grumbled, glancing away to the side.
"Anymore of… hnnng… that talk… and I'll shove the whole length of one into your mouth!" the Englishman threatened, pausing momentarily to spit on his palm some more before he continued.
"This is starting to hurt my hand…" he muttered after a brief moment.
America let out a sigh of irritation. He'd honestly thought it would be fun, and pretty sexy, to watch England do this, but now it was just turning into a drag. Evidently the Brit lacked the strength to even get the job done.
"Just give it here!" he eventually snapped, heaving another sigh as he grabbed it in both hands and utilised his additional strength. "This is how it's done."
There was an audible grinding of teeth, America's eyes narrowing, as he strained. England looked on, irritated that it had been taken from him and he'd been deemed useless and unable to prove himself, eventually folding his arms as a pout crossed his lips.
"Ahhh! Finally!" America let out a sigh of relief, sitting back upright and flexing his fingers, dropping the lid of the pickle jar on the table and plucking one out.