Thank you for reading and reviewing! Okay a few things. One, someone wanted an America threesome with two male nations. Which nations? Did you have some in mind? Or do you want me to pick two at random?
Also, I was asked to do a Prussia one-shot series. When Prussia talks in italics, just pretend it is German... I was going to do the whole translation thing, but I'm not sure the context would carry over.
So here we go!
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It all started with a simple, slightly childish note to England. Though, in retrospect she should ahve put his name on it somewhere. Or perhaps she should have used his name, even once. However, she had not, and had instead signed her name.
She'd begged, in the letter, for England to come to the closet during the break. America had stayed up all night in order to have the proper phrasing, as well as come to the meeting early so that she would be able to drop it off without anyone seeing.
And, to her credit, she thought she'd grabbed the correct month's seating arrangement.
However, she had most certainly not.
It was dark and she was pacing, she didn't want the light on. Confessing your love to someone was easier to do when you couldn't see them. Then it would just be her saying the words from her heart, and England would finally know how she felt.
She was in love with him, and had been since the Revolutionary war. The day they'd faced each other down on the battle field. However, he'd never really given her a chance to say much. There was always some war or relation matter that needed his attention and she just wanted to tell him.
Maybe he'd feel the same?
She hoped. Or maybe she didn't? It was hard to think with her nerves buzzing the way they did. No. She could do this.
She faced the wall, taking a calming breath as footsteps approached.
Was it him?
Was it time?
Oh, she could hardly breathe. The door opened, and someone looked inside.
"Come in," she said softly, "and... and close the door. Please?"
England made a huffy sort of snort. Maybe amusement or irritation. America listened as he steped inside and closed the door.
Now. She had to say it now, before she lost her nerve.
She turned. She could only just make out his outline in the darkness, the little crack of light not doing much to allow her to really see him. She closed her eyes and took a breath.
"I love you," she said before he could utter a word. She had to tell him how she felt. it was driving her mad, and she needed for him to understand.
"I've loved you ever since the war," she continued, taking a deep breath. "I should have said something before. I know, and I'm sorry. I really am for what happened between us."
The pain she'd caused him was something she truly regretted. She fidgeted with her hands, and blushed.
"I know this is sudden. And, that I may not be your first choice. That's fine, because I love you and I know if you give me a chance we could be awesome together. You probably have some misgivings. I get that too, but you have to know that I think about you all the time and I want us to be together. I don't care what everyone else will think about it. I just want to be with you. If... if you'll have me?" Her words were soft, and unsure but hopeful.
England said nothing. He was so close, but so far away. She swallowed.
There was nothing but silence and the sound of their breathing. Perhaps she had failed with words? She decided she would have to show him. She could accept 'no' but not silence. Not this. America could not stand it. She reached for him, pulling him closer and then she was kissing him.
In the dark, her heart was beating out of control, and his lips which were dry and warm were against hers. He seemed frozen as she kissed him with every ounce of feeling she possessed.
America pulled back, feeling her heart burning with sadness and rejection. Tears gathered in her eyes. It was the worst feeling she could recall.
Until his lips descended on hers again.
Then America could only give a soft moan of delight as he deepened the kiss. She eagerly reached for him, tugging him closer, and his hands were on her, gently caressing.
"I love you," she breathed in-between another deep and nearly intoxicating kiss. His hand found a way under her shirt, and she reached for his belt with trembling fingers.
She wanted him so much, she thought's she'd die. America arched against him as his hand closed around her breast and kneaded it through the bra.
The next thing she knew, America was pushing England up against a wall. Her body was pressed against his and her hand was down his pants. She stroked him as she continued to kiss him passionately. His hands were pulling her skirt up, and his fingers slipped past the thin barrier that her undergarments presented.
The first touch of his finger against her heated flesh had America gasping. She felt a certain thrill at knowing what they were doing. What she'd wanted to do for ages.
She freed his length and continued to stroke him. His hands were doing wonderful things to her body and soon it wasn't enough. She wanted him inside of her. America whispered what she wanted in his ear, moving her hips against him in a circular motion.
She was lifted. America wound her arms around his neck, as he leaned against the wall for support. There was the sound of cloth tearing, and then he was sliding inside of her. America moaned and tightened her hold on him.
England turned them, putting her up against the wall as she squirmed on his length. He started to thrust and America clawed at his back, desperately trying to hold on. The pleasure surged over her in waves, timed with being filled by him.
Yes!
She felt as if her veins were on fire with molten desire and she bit his neck. He groaned in her ear. The sound was deep and sexy as hell. it made her feel alive.
Her back made a thudding sound against the wall, but she didn't care. She just wanted everything he could give her.
America felt her body tightening around him as the knowledge that he returned her affection as well as his skill shattered her ability to hold out.
It was too much and she rocked against him as best she could. She pleaded with him to do more, give her more. She was almost there. She could feel it.
And, then he was moving faster, and harder into her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming in his ear. She chanted a litany of 'oh please', as she rode the pinnacle of her pleasure.
He crushed his body against hers, as she panted. England found his release not long after. He moaned, and let his head drop against her shoulder.
"That was awesome," she said with a starry-eyed expression. Brushing her hand along the back of his head.
England laughed, but it was huskier than she remembered. He withdrew and she let her legs unwind from his waist. When her feet touched the ground, America felt her legs quiver.
The door shook as someone pounded on it.
"Get out here this instant!" Germany's voice boomed and America stilled. She pulled away and gave England a quick kiss on the lips.
"Don't worry," she assured him, "I'll handle it."
America hastily pulled her skirt down from its bunched position around her waist. She tucked in her shirt again, and smoothed her hair down.
With a cockiness that only came from being in the first stages of love, America swung open the door. Cold blue eyes glared at her harshly, fury written all over his face.
"America? I cannot believe that you would-?"
"What?" She challenged, trying to block England from the other nation's view. Her eyes landed on at least six other nations. All staring at her with expressions ranging from shock, to disgust and amusement. She stood slightly straighter.
"You," Germany continued with narrowed eyes, "Were having relations in a closet. A closet owned by the U.N.! Of all the disrespectful things you have ever done this is the worst."
"Yes," America agreed, surprising all the gaping nations. "I was having relations in a closet. So what if it is owned by the U.N.? I pay my dues, think of it as a time share thing." She stated scathingly. "Furthermore, I am curious as to how long you were out here? Why not interrupt us if it was so disrespectful?"
Germany flushed, looking furiously embarrassed. "That is-"
"And it wasn't disrespectful," she interrupted quickly, "This wasn't some random hook up."
America stood defiantly before them.
"I don't care what you think," she said with measured determination as her eyes flashed. "I love him. I've loved him for the longest time, and we are together now. So if you have something to say, you'd damn well better say it. But you ought to know that it will not change my mind."
America said each word with meaning, and the other nations knew she was serious. Germany looked behind her and back at her several times. She lifted her head even higher, refusing to back down from her declaration.
This was for love. She'd face them all if she had to. For him.
However, her quiet dignity was nearly shattered when England rounded the corner. England's green eyes nearly swallowed up his face as they widened. He stared back at America with surprise, anger, disappointment, and jealousy reflecting from his gorgeous gaze.
America's face paled and to any on looker, it almost seemed as if she was concerned over England's opinion over being caught having sex in a closet.
A string of curses filled the air, but she could only hear the furious beating of her own heart.
Her world was spinning around her. America stood her ground but she stared at England with wide eyes. Her brain was busy attempting to process the information.
If... he was there... then who...? Her heart felt as if it was weighted by lead. Slowly she turned, unable to stop herself from looking at the train wreck she'd inadvertently created.
She'd had sex in a closet with the wrong man.
The wrong nation.
White hair. Red eyes. A soft emotion flickered in the ruby depths, something akin to love.
Horror. Stark and unyielding horror raced through her veins like ice water as he walked to her side. His neck slightly reddened from a love bite she'd given him.
Her lips parted in a silent scream that was not reflected on her face. Her face felt frozen in place. America did not even look upset, merely as if she were waiting for something. However, her mind could not stop her from the litany of how it had to be a night mare.
Had to be a mistake.
She couldn't have...
But she had. Her eyes flicked down to his hands, the ones that had been caressing her heated flesh and back to his face.
She caught a glimpse of Prussia's wide smile and the sharp gleam in his eyes.
"You heard the lady," he said in a gruff manner. "We're together. You got a problem with that?" He asked, eyeing the surprised and vaguely disgusted nations.
America kept her composure even though she wanted to burst into flame on the spot. Part of her was grateful that he hadn't let her crash and burn on her own. The other part was inexplicably close to crying.
Oh Lord... she'd slept with Prussia.
Prussia, who had his shirt partially caught in his still open fly, and his belt was undone. America felt herself blush to the roots of her hair.
If they other nations hadn't already heard the act, and her confession, then one look at the pair of them would have told anyone anything they needed to know.
America did not even have the ability to process Canada snarling at Prussia in two languages as he grabbed America by the wrist and forcibly removed her from the situation. One moment she was under Prussia's arm and the next she was walking down the hall.
Words were exchanged, but she could not hear them.
She could only look back at Prussia in numb shock.
He winked at her as she disappeared down the hall and Germany was already lecturing him on being inappropriate.
And that is what led to America being the one to pick Prussia up from a bar at three in the morning. Little more than twelve hours later, after the whole debacle. They were 'together now'. Finland had called her, pleading with her to come quickly. America had wasted no time in getting dressed and heading their way. She tiredly swiped at her eyes at the red light just outside the parking lot.
The light turned green and she signaled quickly.
She pulled into the lot and parked the car. America shivered as she stepped out into the chilly night air. The bitter weight of winter settled over her and she pulled her coat more tightly around her body. Resolutely, she marched toward the door.
Barely three steps inside the bar, and Finland was giving her an apologetic smile. The bar was remarkably full for this early in the morning. She would have thought it dead, but so many nations were still downing alcohol.
What was going on? Her blue eyes locked with Finland's.
"Sorry America," he said happily. He certainly did not sound sorry.
"It's fine," she said neutrally. She did not mean it. It most certainly was not fine. It was anything but fine. She was irritated and angry with herself.
However, it wasn't Prussia that had made the mistake or started giving declarations of love about the wrong person. She sighed internally at herself. She was normally much more careful than this, however, it was her mistake and she had to own up to it now.
She would wait until he was sober first.
Finland had called her to come pick Prussia up. Finland warned her that he'd had quite a few drinks. She looked around, not seeing him.
"Where is-?" She started.
"America loves me!" Someone with a thick German accent shouted loudly, causing the remaining patrons to all take a drink from various glasses. A chorus of cheers was intermixed with grumbles. All of which were unintelligible.
She turned to see Prussia standing on a table with a beer in his hand. America blinked.
Oh lord. This was Prussia after far more than 'a few'. There had to be over thirty beer bottles piled in a tub that the bartenders used to collect glasses. It looked as if each nation had one. Even Sweden waved at her with a slight sway to his frame. Likely having just noticed her arrival.
Greece was under a table, and America hoped he was still breathing. Italy was walking into a wall over and over again.
Australia was trying to flirt with Switzerland, who looked slightly crazed. Oh no.
So help her, if they started an international incident, it was not her fault.
A hand settled on her shoulder firmly.
"He started saying it so much, that we turned it into a drinking game." Finland informed her cheerily. "It seemed better than killing him."
She looked at him with confusion.
"Why would you want to...?"
"ME! The awesome me! America loves me and not you losers!" The albino male shouted happily, slamming back another beer. He leapt off the table, and collided with Denmark who fell over with high pitched laughter.
"...kill him?" She trailed off with a wince. Her tongue nearly stuck to the roof of her mouth.
America touched her temple with cold fingers. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and she realized that even drunk, that would likely get old.
They all took another drink. Some nations wobbled in their bar stools, or were slumped over tables drooling and passed out to the world. Spain pitched to the floor sideways, grasping for something. America watched the men with a shake of her head.
"We were so excited for you two," Finland continued on good naturedly, "that we wanted to take him out to celebrate. We took turns buying him rounds." The Nordic nation gestured around.
She rubbed her temple again.
That explained why France was trying to flirt with the painting in the corner. If the painting were alive, America knew it would have been rather charmed. Sadly, it was not.
However, that still left her with a bunch of drunk nations and Prussia who was trying to rouse everyone into song.
Zimbabwe appeared to be the only one willing to try. America was very glad Germany wasn't here right now. She'd already been banned from the next five meetings and had to pay some fines.
She tried not to scowl. She focused on the positive.
Well, it was sweet of them to take him out to celebrate. They hadn't invited her, but that might have been because Canada had drug her out of the meeting. Canada mad was never a good time for anybody.
Anybody.
"Hey you!" Prussia slurred in German. When they were drunk, nations easily slipped between languages. He likely didn't even know what he was saying. His red eyes caught sight of the blurry pair at the doorway.
Awesome. America could already see how this was going to go.
Finland waved him over. He stumbled forward, a huge smile on his face. His eyes were unfocused as he neared them.
"You!" The red-eyed male shouted, pointing at her. "Did you know America loves me?!" He gestured dramatically.
She sighed. Far more than a few beers then.
"Prussia," she said, pushing a stray lock of hair out of her eyes, "I am America."
He stared at her blankly for almost a full minute. Finland was laughing behind her. Prussia's expression blossomed into genuine surprise and delight.
"Then you! You love me!" He declared proudly, swaying on his feet. He nearly toppled over and America grabbed him quickly. She steadied him.
"She loves me!" He told Finland in a serious tone before bursting into a fit of loud laughter.
America winced. That had been right in her ear. She looked at Prussia, concerned about just how much he'd had.
"Anyway," Finland said still chuckling. "I think you should take him home. He's had enough."
"What? I'll...I'll tell you when I've had enough." Prussia slurred in an argumentative manner with his arm slung around her. America started nodding her thanks to Finland. Yes, she couldn't leave him here.
"Come on Prussia, let's go."
"Go?" He repeated stubbornly. "I don't want...I don't... no." He shook his head and nearly caused both of them to fall to the floor as he stumbled.
America steadied him again, with a firmer grip this time.
"Let's go get you to bed." She said soothingly, and watched as his glare melted into a happy grin. She turned her attention toward Finland. "Do you know where he is staying?"
"No," Finland told her honestly, with a carefree grin.
Of course. America kept herself from rolling her eyes.
"Come on big guy," she muttered gently, tugging him toward the door.
"America loves me," he repeated firmly.
"Yeah, I know," America replied while pushing open the door and dragging Prussia along for the ride. The male former-nation nearly tripped her up four times, but they managed to make it to her car without anyone breaking anything. America sighed as she unlocked the car and opened the door.
Prussia sort of oozed inside. It wasn't really that he slid into the seat. America watched as he appeared to collapse in on himself and yet still be in the seat. She shook her head and closed the door. When she was able to get into the driver's side, Prussia was arguing with his seat belt over his own awesomeness in what sounded like Esperanto.
She reached over and grabbed the seatbelt. America shifted forward so she could buckle him safely.
"Hey, watch it. I'm...taken." He half-snarled, batting at her hands.
His words made her grin, but just a little.
"It's okay, I know you don't mind." She muttered as she recalled his enthusiasm in the closet. She blushed.
"I'll tell America," he threatened with narrowed eyes and a venom in his voice.
It did something to her, to hear him openly admit that he'd tell her if someone made a pass at him. She watched him with wide blue eyes.
"I am America," she reminded him softly.
He blinked at her, and then lunged forward, kissing her. America froze. His mouth on hers made her recall things she had been hoping to avoid. America could taste the beer on his lips.
"Hey," Prussia said after a minute as he pulled back, beaming at her.
"Hey," he repeated.
"What?" She asked, still slightly shocked. Mechanically, she started the car and turned her attention forward.
"America loves me. Did you know that?" He asked her in a slurred, and mystified tone.
America hummed in her throat, a non-committal noise, as she pulled out of the parking lot and turned onto the street.
From the corner of her eye, she could see his chest puffed out a little with pride. "She told... every... everybody. I'm... not...not...a...secret this time. Don't have...don't have to be. 'Cause... because..."
He dissolved into a happy laughter that was nearly deafening in the small confines of her car. But America hardly heard it. Her heart clenched painfully in her chest. She had been thinking about 'breaking things off' with Prussia, just to keep from having to confess to him that the whole thing had been an accident.
That had been the original idea.
However, when she heard his words, the younger nation was left with tears prickling her eyes. Emotions threatened to overwhelm her. She bit her lip to keep them from falling. Drunk words were sober thoughts, weren't they? In most cases it appeared true. Was that what he had been thinking when she'd started going off about how she loved him?
Well, it had been meant for England, but she'd said it to Prussia.
She felt horrible and surprised all at once.
Why had he been concerned about being a secret? Had someone kept a relationship with him a secret before? Her mind busily took the first scenario it thought of and spun it around her thoughts. Had he loved someone who had been unable or unwilling to acknowledge their love before?
Had that person been ashamed of Prussia?
Her heart clenched painfully. Ashamed of him, like she had been. Only it wasn't that she was ashamed of Prussia, just of what she'd allowed to happen. She actually really liked Prussia. They had hung out several times together. He was a very intelligent and fun guy.
She did care about him. Perhaps not as strongly as she'd declared to everyone, but she did care about him.
America blinked, trying to fight back the tears. She looked at him briefly, and Prussia was smiling widely and starting to tell her all about... well... her. He even began gesturing a few times, but he got lost in his thoughts and rambled quite a bit. America felt her lips curl into a watery smile. It wasn't love-sick dopey mushy crap, but the things he liked about her.
He was too drunk to realize it was her, though, as he chattered on.
He talked about their history briefly, and how she'd apologized for hurting him in WWII. Finally. America winced at the mention of it. It was something she was not proud of. She'd stuck up for Finland, and failed Prussia. The tears fell this time.
Mainly, he told her that she loved him and had the 'balls' to tell everyone about it.
Except, she didn't love him. Not really. Not yet.
Hell, she'd already told the world they were together. So they were together damn it. She was not abandoning him again.
Never again.
Silently, she vowed she would take this impromptu relationship seriously. She would give to Prussia what she'd been willing to give to England. Everything. All her love, devotion, and time. And, she also promised herself that she would treat him with the same affection and respect he deserved.
Yes. She wanted to do that. She wanted to try, because only a coward called it quits before trying and she was no coward. Mostly, it was because this was a side of him she'd never seen before, and it touched some part of her heart.
"We should go see America!" Prussia said suddenly, nearly yanking on her arm as he tried to get her attention.
America had to swerve to correct the car. She hoped there wasn't a cop nearby with nothing to do. Nervously, she checked the mirror.
Nothing. Phew.
Her blue eyes landed on Prussia, and she grinned gently. "Go see America, huh?" She asked, playing along.
She was nearly instantly rewarded.
"JA!" He replied enthusiastically. "She loves me, you know."
Not yet, but she felt that she could. Rather easily.
"Yeah," she replied to fill the silence between them.
Her eyes softened as she looked at him fondly. His cheeks were flushed from alcohol and he was beaming at her like she'd solved the greatest mystery of all time. She looked back at the road and made swiped at a tear the fell.
Stupid leaking eyes.
"Okay," she said gently, "I'll take you to see America."
Prussia started belting out how awesome of a 'stranger' she was. America sighed. She hoped he didn't get sick all over the floor later.
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America watched from the door way with a cup of coffee in one hand and aspirin in the other. An indulgent smile on her lips as the mass under blankets moved.
And groaned, slightly pitifully.
She kept herself from laughing out of kindness. America waited patiently.
She'd had to tell him five more times that she was America before he would agree to go to sleep. And, she swore to herself that she was going to really give dating Prussia a try. America grinned as a head of white hair slowly emerged from beneath the blanket.
There was muttering and swearing mixed in with some whimpers of pain.
She watched as his face twitched as he opened his red eyes. They widened at the unfamiliar surroundings. Contrary to popular belief, not everything she owned was decorated in red, white, and blue. Or Eagles.
Worry and fear showed plainly on his face. Clearly, he was concerned he'd done something he shouldn't have. That made her want to smile. She decided to be merciful.
"Mien Gott..." he whispered in a guttural tone that was slightly scratchy.
Alright, well, that was sort of sexy. If he talked like that all the time, she might never have gone for England.
"America," She said with a smile, and obvious amusement. "But hey... you're close."
The panic on his face melted as his eyes locked on her. Red met blue. She winked at him, and came forward with her offering of pain relief with caffeine. He tried to look unfazed by what was going on around him.
He very nearly, awesomely-mind you-, succeeded.
Prussia blushed, and winced as he sat up. She noticed that he was discreetly looking around her bedroom. She could tell it was not what he expected, but that was fine. Many nations assumed what her tastes actually were.
America looked at him seriously with a soft smile, taking in his endearingly rumpled shirt and messy hair.
Yeah... she could totally date Prussia. Heck, she was already. But she rather liked being around him.
Especially when she kissed his cheek and offered him the shower. He kept sneaking glances at her. Saying absolutely nothing. America knew he wanted to ask, but his pride would not allow it. That meant all he could do was try to piece together if they'd done anything last night.
And, more importantly, how he'd ended up at her house.
It was a great start to their relationship, she thought as she sauntered downstairs.