America Goes Missing For The Weekend

by Rosewitch97

America has been busy with his economy and hasn't spent time with England. He kidnaps America for the weekend in order to spend some time with him. What will the country that inherited the title pervert from France do to poor America over the weekend. There's only one way to find out. Enjoy 3 Don't own pictures

1. Chapter 1

Sorry I haven't uploaded in so long. Got a new computer that didn't have Microsoft Word so I had to get that and it took me a while. Now, for the good stuff….. new story! I wrote a USxUK story. Hope you guys like it.

"I need your help France," I grumbled, my face turning yet another shade darker of red. The last thing I wanted to do was get advice from this perverted bastard but there wasn't anyone else to ask. I have no idea how to get America… alone. He'd been extremely busy as of lately and we hadn't spent some quality time together in nearly a month. Stupid American economy. It was getting in the way. First the Great Depression in the thirties and now another economic decline eighty years later. Talk about bad luck.

After much consideration and many nights alone jerking myself off, I finally decided to "kidnap" America for the weekend. The only problem was; A) I have no experience what-so-ever in kidnapping and B) America's so strong there's no way I could restrain him on my own. Now I'm stuck turning to the only guy I can think of with a perverted enough mind to go along with my idea, the damn frog, France.

"Well, I do wish to see my dear friend England taking care of all his personal needs," France purred in his nerve grating accent. "But, the question is, will I get anything in return? Say, perhaps a turn with our friend America?" The bastard laughed creepily which reminded me of a mix between a hyena and an out of tune, broken record.

I shivered, 'Man. I really don't want his help,' I think. The only thing is I can't think of anyone else who won't, without a doubt, hold this over me for many, many, centuries. I know Prussia will never let me forget this and Spain hates my guts and I hate his. So, out of all three of the people I can think of that are qualified to help me, France's the only one I can slightly trust. Not much, but more than the other two. 'Grrrrrr!'

I sigh and tell France, "If you help me secure America, then I will get you pictures of Italy and Romano."

France's face lights up with joy. "Really?! You'll do that?! Alright, England, you have a deal. Meet me tomorrow night at…" And so we began to plan.

Sorry it's so short. Promise they'll get longer. This just starts it out. Now to get the next chapter uploaded.