A/N: ahem, I'm gonna keep this short because my head hurts and I write too many of these anyway. This was inspired by a prompt a friend of mine gave me awhile back and I desperately wanted to write it. Thanks Cat, I was already going to hell anyway, why not make it worth my while?

Prompt:{Write a story about Lovi in some way being a whore and helping out the countries with sexual favours}

Side note: I'll be writing these in the perspectives of the countries he gets to, and I'll announce the pairing in each chapter.

EnglandXRomano

It's never something new when a country is going through something, personal or otherwise. A common fad during world meetings nowadays was to make fun of one simply because of the stupid shit they do, not only as a person but as a whole. America with his worldwide overweight issue tat affected his population and caused half of his people to develop type 2 diabetes, Japan with the "otaku" culture as they so called it he owning several pillows of anime girl daru... Maken? He never elaborated, and even Russia, with the stupid internet videos where most of his people were drunk and hurting themselves.

And then we have Great Britain...

It was rare to hear any of his people get into trouble, what with the new, blooming royal family all over, one would think he would be more busy on politics or something in that nature. The country as a whole always had it's moments. It's personification however... Well that brings us to our main question.

So how did we get here, exactly to where the country of Italy-specifically the southern area- had the blond man pinned to the wall? His shirt rumpled by a tiny fist and his lips connected to the brunettes?

I think I'll let him explain to you from here.

If there's anything I hate more than being late... It's being late to tea.

The Queen called for my presence, only asking if I was planning on sending my congratulations to her grandson on his newborn child. I, like a gentleman, did of course, sending them a basket with a few necessities and a trinket or two for the child and went on my merry way. Somehow, I got caught up in a discussion about embroidery before I realized the time and politely excused myself. One would think that she had a limited time frame but she is the queen mind you.

As soon as I was settled and I had the kettle on, I heard a loud knock at the door, followed by a string of obscenities directed at what I knew were for be me. I blinked in confusion, not expecting the visitors and walked out to hreet my guest. What could he possibly want with me? I opened it and wasn't shocked to see Italy- well, Romano- at the door, redder than a rose. "Can I help you?" I said, skipping pleasantries as he stormed pass me and sat at my table in the kitchen. He just grumbled and crossed his arms, turning his eyes away and refusing to answer me. I huffed indignantly, taking the pot off and seeping the leaves inside, grasping 2 cups out the cabinet and setting one in front of the Italian. Carefully, I poured out the warm liquid in both of them and placed the jar of sugar cubes in the middle.

I sat from across him, crossing my legs and clasping my hands in front of me, waiting for him to speak again, it was quiet for awhile, until he finally opened his mouth to speak, albeit a little shaky. "My boss told me to come make conversation and attempt to form a friendship with you." He said quietly, tracing his finger around the rim of the cup. I blinked for a moment before smiling. "Whatever for? You know, we're very good friends. Despite the Second World War, there is no bad blood between us. Why, the Queen just made a visit there not too long ago. If it's a loan you need I'm su-"

"No, it's not." He interrupted and looked at me calculatingly before speaking again. "We've gotten over that crisis last year. The pope just wanted to establish bonds with England that's all." He coughed and got up abruptly. "If I'm bothering you I should go then." He spoke quickly and moved to leave but I stopped him. "Won't you at least finish your tea?" He seemed to pause for a moment, hesitation fleeting through his eyes before shaking his head and taking his seat. "I'm not sick* you fucking idiot, I want coffee."

Not sure what he meant by that, I quickly fixed him a cup-luckily America bought some last time he visited- and set it in front of him. "Ah, sorry about that. I'll get you the-" I was interrupted rudely by a shrill noise coming from the phone and I apologized to my guest, shouting a quick, "cremé and milk are in the fridge!" Before running to get the call.

When I answered it, I wasn't surprised to hear the American on the other line. 'Speak of the devil.' I thought to myself, a small smile playing on my face as I listened to the poor sap relay the nightmare he had over the phone as I listened to my guest rummage around my kitchen. He was whining about ghost and hearing a child's laughter somewhere when I heard a crash and an eerie feeling came into my bones, making me cut my conversation with the git short while I ran into the kitchen. "Romano!?" I exclaimed, finding him on my floor kneeling and feeling less worried that he wasn't surrounded in blood. But what he was surrounded by made me a bit more curious, the eerie feeling getting stronger as I walked up to his slumped form.

"Romano, honestly-" I began, only to be shocked by impressive strength as I was pinned to the wall, the usual honey-toned eyes replaced by a pink tinge.

Oh...

Shit...

Now I was almost positive I knew what he spilled onto my floor. And by the amount of it, he consumed about half the potion I had made to make everyone try and get along during the meetings when we spent all day just arguing with each other. But unfortunately what he swallowed was lust. A key component in the mixture but still dangerous if gotten into the wrong person.

And poor Romano just so happened to be the wrong person...

"Romano, please calm down and snap out of it! I know it might be a little hard, you drank straight aphrodisiac and all but it was mixed with a potion and I think you shou- MHPF!" I shouted, lips covering mine in a heated kiss. I tried my best to fight him off but I didn't want to hurt the poor lad... Slowly, my struggles became weak against the Italian while he continued to kiss me, the first tells of arousal slowly seeping into my head.

The brunette seemed to notice this, his lips leaving mine as he let out a slow, sultry chuckle. "You aren't fighting me anymore~ does that mean I'm allowed to do this?" He asked, moving his knee to my crotch and moving it roughly up and down.

"Ngh!"

"Seems like it~" he cooed in response, biting my neck and shoulders as I moaned helplessly from the pleasure. It had been way too long since I felt the touch of anyone else, and I'd be dammed if I wasn't going to enjoy it.

"Aha-mmm... Fuck, don't bite me there..." I whined out, earning another chuckle and a rougher push on my cock, making me moan out shamelessly once again.

Curse my masochism.

"Now now England~" he purred, licking the shell of my ear and still rubbing my cock with his knee in a faster rhythm. "Where would the fun be in that, mm?"

Goddammit, it had barely begun and yet I was close... So deliciously close to the edge if he would just move his knee a little ro-

"Son of a bitch!" I screamed, his knee digging into me and causing me to cum hard in my trousers. I slid down to the floor and panted, barely registering the man's chuckle as I came down from my high.

"You came quick England~" he purred, kneeling down to kiss my cheek.

"G-git, you need to stop and think straight. After I can move, I'm going to see if I can reverse this-"

"Reverse this?" He answered curiously. "Oh no no no~ I'm gonna stay like this for a little while. You see, this is the first time I have ever been able to feel some type of control. And I'm gonna enjoy it until I get bored." He stated, getting up from his spot and leaving my still quivering form on the floor. "Bye bye Britain~ maybe if I see you around again, I'll play a little more with you." And with a wink he was gone, leaving me to my own thoughts.

'We're all fucked.'

Literally

End notes: here you go Catlin, it's not smut, but for now it's the best I can do. If you like this story, then leave a follow and a fave. I'm also taking requests for the next pairing. I'll do any ship you want, I can do Romano X America next... Perhaps a totally new pair that you guys can pick. It's up to you, just leave a review!