This is a request from Chi-Ice. They wanted an CanadaXAmerica. I hope that doesn't change your opinion on my writing or anything else. I can take request but I'm not sure if I will write them or not. I'm open to almost any couple from hetalia and other animes. Ask and it maybe shall be received. Final thing before I get to the story, I am a huge usuk fan, but like I said before I'm open to other couples, but I may not support them much. Thanks and I hope Chi-Ice, you will like this story of love...
America put his head back against the chair. He was sitting in a world conference, but they hadn't even started yet. The reason was because the last person hadn't shown yet. Nobody was sure who it was, but they had been waiting for an hour and they still haven't shown up.
"Dudes, let's start this meeting already." America whined.
"The bloody hell we will! There's still that one country that isn't here yet."
As soon as England said that, the door busted open. A blonde, curly haired man with glasses stood panting.
"I'm so sorry I'm late..." He whispered.
Everyone stared at him then looked around. He walked over and sat down next to America. America didn't even give him a second look before he opened his big mouth.
"Since everyone is here, I can now be the hero I am and start this lame meeting."
England face palmed as America said his opening statements.
"Finally that bloody meeting is over!" England groaned.
America laughed and put an arm around England.
"Dude, you need to relax more often. You got so uptight about some of those things!"
America laughed as England gave him dirty looks. They walked out of the building and down the steps. America pulled his arm away from England.
"Hey, you know how Thanksgiving is coming up right?"
"Yeah, what the bloody hell do you want?" England kept giving him dirty looks as he opened his car door.
"Well, I need help inviting people. I want the whole world over!" He gave a grin.
England stared at him and then smiled. His anger vanished.
"Yeah, I can spread the word."
"Thanks dude!"
A few days later, after much needed cleaning and tidying up and getting ready for a ton of hungry nations, America stood in the kitchen finally just finishing putting in the turkey. He wiped his brow as the doorbell rang.
He smiled and went to the door and opened it. There stood France and England, grumbling about something.
"Dudes, your guys are like, totally early."
England stared at the American and then shot France a death look.
"Yeah, well the bloody frog wanted me to pick his lazy ass up, so I did. But I found out that he just wanted to grope me and try to get me into his bed... Bloody bastard! So we came early."
"Oh." America wasn't really paying attention to what England had just said, but it involved groping, maybe rape. He wasn't sure.
"Come in." He grinned and moved out of the way as the Britain and the Frenchman walked in.
America shut the door and followed them to the kitchen. England stuck his nose into the air and sniffed.
"What are you making?"
"Turkey, it's in the oven to finish cooking and to stay warm."
"Oui, mon cher, i'll help you stay warm. Ohonhonhonhon."
England stepped away from the France and looked at America. It was the first he had seen him in a n apron and was surprised that he looked decent instead of a bafoon.
"Oh, America, what can we help you with?"
America stared at England like he just asked how to go to the bathroom.
"Uh, nothing as of right now..."
"There's got to be something."
"Decorations? Wait! Set up tables and things."
"All right, come on froggy."
France followed him out of the kitchen with one of his creep smiles. America looked around the kitchen again and weent over somethings in his head. All he had to do was make one more salad and then he'd be finished. He went to the refrigderator and pulled out the ingredients he needed. He took them over to the counter and started working on the salad.
America stood with a beer in hand and laughing away at some stupid joke he didn't understand. He was standing in a small group that consisted of Prussia, Germany, Denmark, and Austria. They were all, actually not just them, but all the nations were getting along well surprisngly.
"All right I'll catch you guys around, I got to go see how my other guests are doing." America said with a wave and wandered around the room to various groups.
He chatted away with certain people before going into the kitchen and checking on the turkey. The stove let out a nice rich smell of what would soon be in his stomach. He shut the stove door and let out the breathe he had drew in.
"Do you need any help taking stuff out?"
America jumped some, almost spilling some of his beer, and turned around to face a britian who's jacket was off, tie untightened and his shirt sticking out from his pants.
"Yeah, can you get some other people to help?"
"Sure."
England disappeared as America got the dishes out. He appeared again as America finished getting the things out and had in tow, a blonde, curly haired man and France.
"Why did you bring these two?"
"Mon cher asked for me to help him. He didn't specify what he needed help with, so I said yes." France grinned hugely.
The blonde on the other hand, mumbled something. America shrrugged it off and started telling them what to take out.
They finally got everything taken out and everyone seated to eat. America sat between England and the blonde. Again, America had no idea who the blonde was and could care less, but he had a small tug in his stomach telling him to talk to the blonde. He ignored as usual and carried on a conversation with the other nations around him.
America stood at the door waving to the Germans as the got in there car to leave. He stepped back inside his house and let out a breath of relief. He looked up at the hall clock.
"It's only seven." he groaned as he went to the living and slouched down in the couch. He sat there for a bit before he heard some footsteps on the stairs. He sat up straight and listened.
More footsteps. He got up and walked into the hallway again. There on the steps, was the blonde from before.
"Dude, what are you still doing here? The party is totally over."
The blonde stopped and kept his head down. He whispered somethings that America couldn't hear.
"You need to speak louder."
The blonde squeezed his eyes shut.
"I'm Canada!" He said in, waht would be, normal voice, but sounded like he was shouting it.
"Oh... Where's that?"
"Above America."
"But your not above me..."
"Yes I am."
"If you were that'd mean we'd be having sex and we're totally not having sex."
Canada blushed. He couldn't believe his ears. Of all people, America thought he was talking about sex.
"I'm above you geography wise..."
"Oh." America said, dragging it out.
Canada nodded and came down the steps fully. America watched him.
"Uh, may I please get a ride home?"
America groaned again and then turend around and headed to the kitchen.
"You can stay the night, I don't feel like going out."
Canada looked up at him with a small smile.
"Thank you..."
America stepped back to view his work. He had successfully cleaned the dishes and put them all away in an hour and halfs time.
"Uh, America?"
America turned his head and looked at the blonde whom was sitting at the small isle.
"Yea?"
"May I have something to drink?"
America smiled.
"Sure dude! What do you want?"
"I don't care..."
America went to the refridgerator and pulled out two beers. He walked over and slid a beer across the isle to Canada. He opened his with a nice 'pop' sound of the can opener. They were in silence. Finally, America spoke up.
"Where would you like to sleep tonight?"
"I don't know..."
America thought and finally came up with and idea.
"You can sleep in my bed." He grinned.
Canada got a deeper red.
"You don't have to do that..."
"Do what?"
"Give up your bed." he kept his head down.
"I'm not." America didn't understand what Canada was saying. He wasn't giving up his bed, he was still sleeping in it, but was asking Canada to join him.
Canada's face grew a very deep red at the thought.
"We're sleeping together?"
"Well, why not?" America held up a finger, "it's not like we're going to be doing anything."
Canada kept his eyes downward. He didn't know what to say.
Canada laid in America's bed. He felt weird to be sleeping in another nations bed along with another nation. He hadn't done that before. Never in his life, did he think he'd be sleeping with another nation. He heard the door open and looked over. The bright light blinded him for a few minutes before he sat up in bed and put his glasses on. He held up his hand and looked towards the doorway. There stood America. There was a stale scent in the air of beer.
"Hey, you. I thought you might be up here, waiting in bed for me." His grin got big.
Canada stared at him slightly horrified. He had to be drunk, he had to be.
"Imma come over there," he hick-upped. "And show you a good time."
Canada dove under the covers as he heard America cross the room and clothing ruffling. He felt America crawl onto the bed and over him.
"Why are you hiding?"
"I-I'm scared..." Canada stammered.
America laughed and hic-upped a few times.
"Don't be scared, I'm a pro." He pulled the covers off of Canada.
Canada stared up at him as America straddled him.
"Aren't you going to take off your shirt?"
America sat up and stripped his shirt off. He reached down and tried to take off Canada's shirt.
"No, America, pelase stop." Canada said trying to sound demanding.
"Oh, you want me to make you beg." America's smile turned sly.
He leaned down, after finally taking off Canada's shirt and started to kiss his neck tenderly.
"A-america, what are you doing?"
America held down Canada's arms to not interfer.
"Showing you a good time..."
America moved up his neck and towards his lips. Canada didn't bug. Something was telling him to let America do this to him, another part of him told him no. America reached his lips and gave him a deep kiss. Canada kissed him back strongly as America let out a small moan. Canada looked down towards America's pants. It was happening.
"A-America..."
"Mhm?"
"Are... Are you going to take off your pants?"
"If you do."
America pulled slightly away as Canada stared into his eyes.
"Your pleading..."
America smiled at the satisfaction and pulled the covers off of Canada and moved down to undo his pants. Canada watched all of this. America's skin glistened off the moonlight that came into his bedroom.
Finally, America pulled off his pants and moved slowly up his legs.
"Now comes the fun part."
Canada watched as America kissed his stomach, up to his chest, and back down to his hips. He liked how America was teasing him, toying, playing with him.
"America."
"Yes?"
"Go ahead..."
America gave another sly smile before he started to remove Canada's undewear. Right before he pulled out his maple... America fell over and was knocked out.
Canada stared at him for a long time before pulling his underwear back up and then putting his pants and shirt back on. He certainly didn't want America to think they did something that night, even though it was certainly close.