Let the Games Begin!

So! This is CubaxEngland, and I wouldn't even have thought of such a couple if it wasn't for Hazel-Beka and her amazing fanfic Accented Spanish and Sugar (Which is amazing and people should READ)! But, yes and since I've read it I just have been wanting to write my own fanfic of the two together and thought about it- thus this came to be. So, read, review, fav, alert and hopefully enjoy! This is only the beginning and thus greatly short it shall get longer!

Cuba lay in his bed. Alone… he felt absolutely awful! His little game had ended, it had ended… sure he had managed to piss America off, but… now he was left on his own. Wanting more, but left with nothing…

He groaned as he remembered how his tea and rained filled kisses felt, and how shocked he was to taste salt when his tongue dove into the Brit's mouth. How his olive skinned hands looked so much darker as he dragged them along the Brit's pale, almost white skin. How the Brit's messy straw like hair actually had a silky touch to them, and would easily slip through his fingers.

Cuba threw a hand over his eyes as he let a choked out moan escape him. He felt all his blood quickly flood to one area as he remembered what the Brit's flushed face looked like as he panted and moaned for more. As his emerald eyes begged for more. The shivers of delight that ran up his spine as the Brit's fingers pulled his hair out of its ponytail only for it to stick to the back and the neck of the said Cuban.

Cuba groaned again, he wasn't planning on turning up to the meeting that day; he had lost the game and lost the right to have his fun with the British Nation, and he just didn't think he was quite ready to face him yet… Cuba moaned and turned ignoring his lower problem, if he knew the British Nation was going to affect him this much he wouldn't have even suggested playing that idiotic game… or at least changed some of the rules…

If he had a table nearby he would've hit his head a few times in the hopes of knocking a bit of sense into his self, sadly there weren't any nearby. Cuba groaned again, if only he had never noticed the way America looked at England… then he wouldn't have even tried talking to the British Nation (beforehand they only really talked if it was absolutely necessary).

Cuba squeezed his eyes shut… their little game had started at the last World meeting. And Cuba remembered exactly how their game had started…

Cuba knew of England and America's 'Special' relationship, he was pretty sure everyone did seeing how much America would gloat about it and England would just get annoyed and hit his old charge for his obvious suggestions, which the Brit would heavily deny. It was also a well known fact that America deeply cared for his old Father-figure in a not too platonic way.

And it was, because of these facts that Cuba found his self walking over to England after another disruptive World meeting. Throwing his arm over the Brit's shoulder he grinned down at the man who seemed to want to head back to his own country as quickly as possible.

"England," Cuba grinned down at the other Nation, letting all his white teeth be clearly seen. England raised an eyebrow at the close contact.

"Cuba." He stated evenly.

They stayed like for a while, England waited for the deeply tanned man to continue and when he noticed he wasn't going to, he internally groaned.

"Was there something you wanted?" The Brit asked, he'd try and remain civil… even if it killed him.

"Why of course there was England!" Cuba gave a full hearted laugh before pulling England along with him so they were continuing along the path England had just been walking.

"And what would that be?" England questioned keeping in step with the grinning Nation; sending a sceptical glance over at the other.

"Would you like to play a game?" England stopped and turned to look at the other Nation, who looked absolutely serious.

"Oh… And what would this game be?"

"Just a little game I made up," Cuba's grin stretched even further- if that was possible. "Would you like to know the rules?"

"This is some ploy to get back at America isn't it?" England stated, wondering if it would be wise to take Cuba's arms off his shoulders.

"Oh you Brits never let anything pass you, do you?" Though, his grin never faltered. "But it may not get back at America, it's a game filled with luck and chance!"

"Pray do tell," England sarcastically stated with a roll of his eyes.

"Well, basically…" Cuba pulled the other Nation closer ever so slightly. "We start off a secret relationship," Cuba put a finger to the Brits mouth quickly so he couldn't protest. "Let me finish before you start yelling and complaining! So basically it's for a month, and you have to try and get three people to find out, but they have to walk in and be shocked you can't just tell them, whereas I have to try and not let anyone find out throughout the course of a month. If you manage to get me my three strikes then you'll get anything out of me, and if I manage to survive the month you do anything I want you too, deal?"

"And why would you risk doing anything I say," the Brit started saying, pulling back slightly so his lips only lightly brushed against Cuba's finger. "Because, by what you're saying there's a higher chance of you losing to me."

"True, and that's where America comes in. If I do lose I have the satisfaction of knowing he's pissed off no matter what you make me do!" He grinned.

"Well, that seems all well and all, but it only seems to benefit you, what do I get if I lose?" The Brit questioned, generally curious.

"Ummm…" The Cuban pulled away, and put a finger to his chin before his usual grin found its way back. "Well, England you'd obviously get a good fuck in wouldn't you?"

The Brit's eyes narrowed. Cuba's grin only brightened. They stayed like that for a bit.

"Fine I'll play your stupid game!" The Brit yelled, pushing Cuba away, before walking away with every intention of escaping back to his country. "And I'll win your damned game I don't need some grinning idiot for a 'good fuck'!"

"That's the spirit England!" He cheered after him. "I'll send you extra detail later!"

And Cuba walked off his grin never leaving his face. Now to win this AND make America think they were in a serious relationship!