Hello! First-kinda-ficcy thing. So yeah, please spare my easily damaged ego. This is a small poorly edited snippit of a plot bunny I thought up some months ago.
Disclaimer: No matter how many stars I wish on or how many fucking dandelions I blow on, I don't own Hetalia...
England woke up groggily. His head hurt like all hell and his arse ached something awful. In fact, he ached all over. His arms hurt the worst-wait, why couldn't he move his arms? England opened one green eye and then the other, hissing as sunlight from a nearby window partially blinded him. Once used to the bright light, England shifted to look at his arms. Which were tied to the head board. With a belt. Aanndd he was naked. Fuck. Over his tiredness, England tried to sit up. It was rather awkward though, because his arms were tied above his head. Wait, England thought, where the fuck am I? He looked around the room. He appeared to be in a guest bedroom on a rather comfortable bed with America laying next to hi-
"Bloody hell!" England shrieked in a totally manly way. America woke with a start, large sky blue eyes surprised and wide.
"W-wha?"he exclaimed intelligently.
"Why are you in bed with me?" England yelled, attempting to pull the comforter up to cover his bare chest.
"Huh?" America replied, looking around in confusion. He took in the situation, a darkly blushing England tied up to the head board in a bed they were laying in. Together. Naked.
"What the fuck?" America exclaimed, sitting up and pulling some of the sheet up to cover himself.
"I could ask you the same thing!" England accused. "And untie me dammit!" he added.
America nodded in a daze, and reached over England to undo the belt.
England blushed even more-is that even possible?- and huffed. When America was done with the belt, England pulled his arms to his chest with a groan and rubbed his sore wrists.
"So uh..." America started, picking up his glasses from the end table next to him and polishing them before putting them on and continuing, "What the hell happened last night?"