Fires of the Heart: Hey guys! Anyway I wanted to try my hand at possessive America but I don't own him or Hetalia. Anyway we once again have the appearance of Crystalline in this story but it's only a small part. Also a sequel for "When the clock rang at 3" is in the works! On with the story!
Mine. Mine. Mine. The chant continued itself in the USA's head as he watched England cheerfully chat with Japan in their seats far away from him. 'England, you belong to me darling, me and only me! Why do you continue to look at others? Why do you continue to grace them with your angelic smile?' he thought, scowling inwardly. He watched jealously as England laughed. 'Why do you grace them with your laughter while you give me nothing but frowns and scowls? Aren't I your most loved? Aren't I the only one who matters to you?!' America thought, his blue eyes darkening a bit. The other nations near him continued to chat, unaware of the American's thoughts.
'Oh my sweet darling angel, you may not know it but you are mine. Mine and mine alone. Mine to treasure. Mine to hurt. Mine to adore. Mine to amuse' America thought, his grip on his pen tightening as Japan actually patted England's back. Japan of all people! 'No! Others musn't touch you angel! They will taint you! Why do you allow them to touch your pure body with their filthy hands? Their hands covered in blood and grime!' he inwardly screamed. "Okay dudes I have a totally brilliant idea to stop world hunger! Let's create an awesome and heroic ray that will transform things like chairs and tables into hamburgers and milkshakes! You agree with me right Japan?" America said in a loud and fake cheerful voice.
'H-hai! I agree with America-san!" Japan said. "Man up or will beat you up with my Peace Prize!" Switzerland said angrily. Thus, started the usual chaos. 'Yes angel, just sit there, read your books and drink your tea with your soft… luscious …. Delicious… lips' America thought a bit dazed. He lost count of how many times he wondered how the Brit would taste like. Would he taste like the bitter Earl Grey he loves so much? Or sweet like the candy he secretly chews when there is a particularly boring speaker? Or perhaps….. he had an addictive taste that was simply England? America licked his lips, he would sure love to find out.
Across the room England shivered a little but didn't look for the source, sometimes ignorance is bliss.