Author's Note

Hi everyone! This is my first fic! I hope you'll go easy on me. Please review, they're always appreciated.

~Ren

DISCLAIMER: I wish I owned Hetalia. If I did…well, let's just leave it at that shall we?

America sighed. Today had been a horrible day. It had been so bad that he almost didn't want to go home. Keyword here 'almost'. He knew that his girlfriend, England, wasn't probably even home yet. She did say she was going to be late. And as much as Alfred didn't like to admit it, just the sound of her voice could turn him on. He sighed as he entered his empty apartment and tossed his briefcase on the couch. Loosening his tie he shrugged of his bomber jacket and kicked of his shoes. He took a swig of coke, glancing at the clock. 16:00. "Damn, Alice. Where are you?" he mumbled, knowing full well that his girlfriend was currently engaged in a meeting with France and Germany. Just the thought of her with them, made him jealous. And a bit protective. He really didn't like thinking of her with them. Especially with the Frenchman. France could rarely keep his hands to himself. And the thought of that...frog, touching Alice made his heart beat weirdly. Almost jealous. Hell, who was America kidding? He was fucking livid at the thought of him touching his girlfriend. "How long does that meeting take anyways?" he grumbled to himself, huffing and flopping down on a couch and pulling his iPhone out. With a few deft taps, he opened the messaging app and quickly typed in.

America: hw mch longer till the meetings over Iggy?

England: At least use proper capitalization and words. And I'm thinking a couple of more minutes. Just wait patiently.

America chuckled. He still couldn't believe how the woman refused to use short forms even when messaging.

America: r u srs babe? Im sure u'll hav a funner time here ;)

England: Don't call me 'babe'. And there's no such word as 'funner'.

America: awwwwww don't b like tht :( fine ill stp disturbing u

England: Good. I've got to go. See you later.

America: cya

The blond man sighed and tossed his phone on his couch, flipping the TV on and flipping through channels. Boring, boring, boring, ew, boring, what the hell?, boring, why was this here?, boring, boring, oooooh- wait no, boring, boring cookery, blah blah blah boring, boring, ARGH. "Why is there nothing good on TV?" he asked frustratedly, glaring at the offending item. The television stared back at him, innocently showing a channel he hadn't seen before. The screen was dull. It slowly brightened to show a dimly lit room with a huge bed. A woman walked into the screen, dressed rather skimpily, and moved to the bed, shedding her clothes sensually. The American swallowed, realizing what the show was, and his hand reached for the remote, meaning to turn it off lest his girlfriend found out. However, his hand paused as the woman on screen let out a moan, her hands drifting over her breasts. Alfred's gaze flickered to the main door for a second before, settling back on the woman. His hand drifted down to his, er… problem. Before long, he was so intent on staring at the woman and touching himself, that he didn't notice the silent entrance of Alice Kirkland. And she didn't look happy. So this is what he does when I'm not at home? I should've known that the bloody wanker would be…wanking. Really, I couldn't have expected less, she thought sourly, glaring at the oblivious male. The male nation let out a low groan of 'England', his hand moving faster. Right before another hand clamped around the base of his erection. To say he was surprised would be an understatement. He almost jumped out of his skin, looking terrified to find his partner glaring up at him and her teeth rather near his genitals. And he really wanted to have children later, thankyouverymuch. "So, is this what you do when I'm not home?" she growled, her eyes narrowing slightly. America swallowed, his eyes widening. The blonde on her knees was sending him rather inappropriate thoughts.

"N-no. I-"

"Shut up, bloody git. I'm not happy to find you wanking off on some other woman," she snapped, eyeing his manhood evilly. Not good. Definitely not good.

"E-England?" The woman looked up, raising an eyebrow before looking back down at her prize.

"You have to be punished," she said under her breath, standing up abruptly and not removing her hand. "Come on," she commanded, giving him a little tug. The American, aroused more by the erotic sight of her pulling him somewhere by his erection, followed obediently, leaking precum. Alice idly ran her thumb over its head as she led him into the bedroom. Then she shoved him in. "Get on the bed," she ordered, eyeing her boyfriend hungrily. Oh yes. She was going to claim him. She was going to show him her other side. Then he wouldn't be wanking to anyone but her. Oh yes, definitely what she wanted.

Sorry for no smut. But I promise it starts next chapter. I can use ideas on what to write, but I've already got an idea for next chapter. I would appreciate reviews and ideas. ^^

~Ren