And now... For something y'all have been waiting so patiently for. FINALLY, A UKUS STORY. And not just any UKUS story (Other than the Moonlit Romance one in the Feb uke America drabbles) Can you guess what it is first before I tell?

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It's an Mpreg story! Yeah buddy. 'Murica gon' be all preggers and such. And don't worry your pretty head because I'm gonna make this (Also, other than The Doppleganger Theory, and also... Well, I'm gonna come clean and say I'm discontinuing Secret Desires. Mmk? I have a little info on why that is decided on my Tumblr page. Xpervyxreptarx . Tumblr . Com) So... Yeh.

ANYWAY, SO Y'ALL DON'T GET ALL CONFUZZLED AND SUCH.

Pairing: UKUS (Yaay!)

Timeline: Now.

Warnings: Drinking, and some England/America smexytimes. Yaay

Anything else I need to mention: Oh yeah...

Enjoy!

At first light, Jenny felt sad and- THE FUCK? WHERE AM I GOING WITH THIS? K. Now the real story. I was just joshin' ya to get y'all excited for the real thing **Wiggles eyebrows** Anyway, for real, now let's get to the story.

England stepped out of the shower, draping a loose towel around his waist, hanging very low and getting lower with each step. He whipped his head to the side, getting the remaining droplets of water out of his hair. He looked at himself in the mirror, turning on the hair dryer and letting it blow his hair about wildly. France and Prussia sat outside of the adjoining bathroom, both on his bed. France laid on the bed staring at the ceiling while Prussia played Candy Crush on his iPhone. "Sometime today would be nice, Gladdys." France shouted, loud enough to be heard all the way from England's room to Sealand's. England then barged outside of the door, the hairdryer still whirring. "Shut up frog! Do you know how long It takes to get my hair like this? Plus, Sealand's sleeping, so, like I said, shut up!" England shouted, slamming the door. "Well excuse me if I want to get out of here in this century. And besides, we have to meet Spain, Canada and America at the bar in 20 minutes. Besides, Canada is gonna be the designated driver." France countered, waving his hand at the ceiling. "No, remember when Canada called and told them that they were taking a cab because they all plan on getting drunk?" Prussia chimed in, not looking up from his phone. "Even Canada?" France asked, sitting up suddenly. The tone in his voice changing from aggravated to elated.

Prussia nodded.

The hairdryer stopped whirring and England walked out of the bathroom, the towel clinging loosely to his waist. France nudged Prussia in the arm and pointed at England when he looked up. "Whoa, I didn't know that Iggy was gonna do booty call so suddenly." Prussia shouted. England groaned and turned away, pulling up his towel as he walked to get some spare clothes from the dryer. Earlier today he got thrown up on by Sealand for some reason, something about an expired fruit or another food somewhere in that category. England quickly stripped and dressed in a plain white T-shirt and some denim jeans, throwing on some Air Jordans that he received as gifts from America last Christmas. England then walked back to the room, tightening his belt. Especially around France, of whom whenever he gets drunk goes pantyraiding and ends up taking someone home. France looked away knowingly and started eyeing Prussia, of which was still playing Candy Crush. England grabbed his keys and whistled, signaling France and Prussia to get up and get in the car.

Once the task of driving away was done, France switched on the radio and inserted a CD, the playlist being that of Melodic Dubstep Mix March 2014, Best Dubstep Remixes of Popular Songs 2013, and other mixes. Once the track was done loading, he paused it and turned the volume knob up the whole way. He then pressed play, the car filling with dubstep, making England practically jump out of the seat from the bass shaking the car. France and Prussia bobbed their heads and pretended to act as DJs while the car yodeled computerized sound into England's eardrums. England screamed and muted the radio. "What the fuck England? We were listening to that!" France shouted, along with Prussia nodding. "I am NOT listening to shit that will destroy my ears. If you want to listen to music, listen to this." England scolded, switching on a classical music station. France and Prussia both groaned. "You know, if Sealand was here, he would back us up. Isn't that right, England?" Prussia asked, draping his arms over the back of England's seat. England groaned and kept driving, trying his hardest not to just cancel the trip and bash the two's faces in.

The taxi pulled up to the bar, speed stopping, to be precise.

Spain got out first, followed by Canada, then lastly America, who decided to wear just a pair of acid washed skinny jeans, which were obviously way too tight, his ass was practically showing with every wrinkle and crease in the jeans. His shirt wasn't all that covering, either. It stopped halfway at his stomach and was pink. He didn't mind that it was transparent and slutty as he got stared at by all sorts of men as they all walked into the bar. The trio then took a seat and ordered the same order, 3 beers on tap. The bartender kept taking a chance to look at America whenever he got the chance, either staring from the corner of his eye or just plain looking at him whenever he's not looking. Although, Spain nudged America whenever he was being watched by the man, so it wasn't that much of a chance getting a glimpse at the nation without getting caught unexpectedly. Spain guzzled his first beer, then the second like they were nothing. Finally when Spain finished his third, America pointed at England, France and Prussia walking through the door to the bar finally. England rushed up to Spain and clung to his shirt, looking panicked and scared. "Take them NOW! I can't take it anymore and I haven't been here 5 minutes!" England screamed as he shoved France and Prussia towards Spain and Canada. (Guess which one is paired up with the other in the reviews and I'll let the lucky reader get to adopt a story or collaborate with me in making a story. Because, seriously. I'm running out of ideas.) England walked and sat next to America, who was sitting at the edge of the group so he wouldn't get caught in the middle of Spain's mindless drunk babbling. Canada usually covers for him whenever they went out drinking with Spain. Canada didn't mind having someone to talk to, he just minded when Spain put his arms around Canada. England then tried striking up a conversation by greeting America with a hug. "So, how are you?"

"Fine, just bored as fuck while maple and tomatoes over there go and chat up some with frenchie and snow white."

"Oh... Erm, do you want me to buy you a drink?"

"I already have some. You can have one, if you want. I'm not gonna finish them all." America said, holding his head up with one hand and pushing a beer towards England with the other. England took the beer and held it in his hand, guzzling it and then sliding it to the side. He started feeling dizzy but kept going until he hit the #5 mark. America decided to join in the fun by ordering more beers, trying to catch up with England. "Y-yknow what.. I love more than anything in the world, America?" England slurred, spilling some of his sixth beer onto the floor. "What? Do you love your.. mommy?" America joked, also sliding off of his barstool. England caught the blonde, who was feeling dizzy from drinking so fast. "No, I love yo-" "I need to use the bathroom, how about you?" America asked, standing up straight, wobbling a little. "Eh, I could go for a piss." England agreed. They both walked to the bathroom.

England was the last to enter, and locked the bathroom door. (Get your tissues, girls) They then walked to 2 adjoining urinals and unzipped their pants. While they were peeing, England couldn't help but stare at America's outfit. His eyes traveled farther down south, focusing on his ass, which is pressed against the acid washed skinnies. He then stopped at his penis, which was surprisingly smaller than his own. England would've expected a big man to have a big package, but it doesn't seem that way with America. Plus, England thought he looked pretty hot since he never got to see his full outfit in the dark bar. "Can I help you with something?" America asked, glaring England in the face. "Oh um.. No. I was just.. thinking about something." England replied, pulling up his zipper. America pulled up his as well and walked from the urinal and washing his hands. England caught America blushing as he looked down at his hands, his eyes half lidded shamefully. "A-america, I didn't mean to look.. I was just... Curious." England explained, walking over to the taller nation. He took America's face in his hands, cupping his red cheeks. He then connected their lips, sliding his tounge in and swirling it around the blonde's own. America moaned and placed his arms around England's neck, closing his eyes as the blush became darker. England slid his hand up America's shirt, placing it on a nipple and moving it in circles. America disconnected their lips and moaned softly, as to not draw attention outside of the bathroom. "Eng... Please stop.. Ah" America moaned, not putting up a fight.

That was unlike him.

England kept rubbing, trying to fend off a smirk. The smirk almost took over when he pinched America's nipple, causing him to moan louder. America stepped backwards towards the wall, his hands bunching into fists as England's calloused hands rubbed his body. England then unbuckled America's belt and pulling his pants to the floor, pulling his underwear to his feet, leaving the transparent shirt on him. England also dropped his pants and boxers, leaving his already aching manhood in the cold air. America's eyes widened. He looked away shamefully, intimidated by England's size. "Do you want to do this?" England asked, watching as America sat on the bathroom counter.

America nodded.

England crouched down and inserted his tounge, forcing America to cover his mouth and moan loudly. England's tounge explored inside of America as the other moaned and panted into his hand, getting closer to his release. England noticed this and applied his member, focusing his eyes on America's face as he entered. America reached his hands out and tried grabbing England, signaling him to hold him. England leaned closer to the other and let him wrap his arms around his neck. "You can move now, England." America whispered, looking deeply into England's emerald eyes. England's devious smirk transformed into a gentle smile. He started moving inside, making America moan softly but getting louder as England thrusted faster, wet sounds and loud moans starting to echo through the bathroom as they made gentle love. England then lifted America's face to meet his own, passionately connecting their lips as their tounges danced a dance of love, America's voice resonating into England's mouth. They opened their eyes, both colours clashing against one another as they stared deep into the other's souls, both having a feeling that they were meant for eachother. Euphoria began to appear when England snaked his hand and grabbed America's manhood and started stroking it, timing it to make sure he matches his thrusts. America moaned loudly at this.

"Land... I'm gonna-"

"Let's come together."

England gave a few more hits against America's sweet spot and both males came, an explosion of grunts, screams and moans echoed off the bathroom walls as they reached this climax. The two then laid on the bathroom counter for a while, America's hand still carding itself through England's messy light blonde locks. England then pulled himself out, America grunting as his member exited. "It's not coming out." America said, looking down at his hole. "So? Sperm takes a while to come out, considering how far I came inside of you." England replied, washing his hands and collecting the articles of clothes that is located on the floor. America got up and did the same, holding England's hand in his own after. He attempted to open the door, but it was locked. England let out a teasing chuckle and unlocked it, guiding the blue eyed blonde out of the bathroom. "I'm glad you were my first, England." America whispered into the other's ear, leaving him blushing as they continued walking. "It seems that the others have left while we were 'away'" England said, doing finger quotes for emphasis, also attempting to make America blush. Even though the bar was dimmed, he could still tell that the other was blushing. They walked out of the bar, to England's car. "You alright to drive? Because if you want, I can call someone to pick us up. Also, my apartment isn't that far a walk." America asked, staring at England, who looked drunk and sober at the same time.

England nodded to the second option, knowing that he can't handle his drinking.

About 3 minutes into the walk, America tripped over his shoe and fell over, bursting out laughing as he got up. England didn't notice this until he heard the other fall face first onto the sidewalk. England ran over and checked on him, brushing dirt and pebbles off of the blonde. America swiped England's hands away from his form. They then got caught in a slap fight, America stopping England by grabbing his hands. They stared eachother deeply in the eyes before continuing the walk.

Roughly 6 minutes after they arrived at America's apartment. America lazily reached into his back pocket and grabbed the keys, unlocking the door and then stumbling inside as England shut the door behind him, grumbling at the bright lights that were left on. The place was a mess, video game cases and burger wrappers littered the floor, the TV running on some music channel, and the couch was dirty with ketchup stains and footprints.

England grimaced at this. (Classic England.)

America walked into his room, dragging the lighter blonde with him. He slammed the door once they got in. The room was very much unlike the pigstye living room that belonged to him. The bed was done neat, pillows organized and a throw blanket on the red main satin blanket. The bed's stands and headboard were polished oak while the carpet was a light beige. A polished oak dresser stood at the front of the room, a flat screen TV perched on the top, playing melodic dubstep. An adjoining bathroom to the left of the bed, and a walk in closet to the left of the oak dresser.

"This cannot be your room." England said, shocked at how different America's room is to his living room.

"I never let anyone in here, so I'm able to keep it like this." America said, looking to the side and twirling the hair on one of his bangs. England looked at this and felt his heart starting to melt at this. He didn't notice America giving a longing look and walking over to him. The other placed his arms around England's neck, landing his lips on England's own.

They separated, making England blush.

"I want to do it again." America whispered, smiling at him and grabbing England's hand, placing it on his shirt and rubbing it in a circle, making the other blush even deeper.

They walked to the bed, sitting on it and kissing.

England, one who would expect to be dominant, pinned America to the bed, licking the other's lips and signaling him to let the light haired blonde's tounge enter. England then undid their pants and other articles of clothes.

They were both completely naked by this point.

The TV started playing Tritonal & Paris Blohm ft. Sterling Fox – Colors (Culture Code Remix).

America laid down on his back, spreading his legs for the light blonde male. England got on top of him and positioned himself, slowly entering and making sure America was ok.

"I love you, England- Nh.."

"I love you too, America."

England then started thrusting gently, making sure his lover felt good. "Eng... H-hold me.." America moaned, feeling a need to hold England close to him. England then picked up the blonde, sweetly placing his lips on the other's own once the task was done.

"So let your colors roam tonight, we're panting in the dark. Let your colors roam tonight. the colors of your heart. Let your colors roam tonight, we're panting in the dark. Let your colors roam tonight. The colors of your... Heart"

The song played on, perfectly describing the scenario going on in the room. The bass dropped and created the scene more with the song. America moaned for more, signaling England to thrust faster. They disconnected to breathe as their body tempuratures rose, starting to lead to the end of their lovemaking. England's hand took America's own in his, squeezing it as they came. They toppled over, panting frantically as they slowly regained their breath. England's member slipped out of the other male, America was too tired to grunt at this. They then rolled over to face eachother. England grabbed the throw blanket and wrapped them in it, as if it was their own little cocoon of love.

"From now on, this'll be our song." America whispered, his eyes slowly closing.

"This will always be our song, America." England replied as he pulled the other closer to him.

America fell asleep in England's embrace, the song ending as they drifted away.

AND SO ENDS THIS FINE PILOT CHAPTER. Oh and I forgot, the pair was

Prussia/Spain

France/Canada

So yeh. OH AND ENGLAND/AMERICA (Obviously. X3)

Anywayy... I shall make this not like my other fanfics. Because I'ma make this one all sexy and lovey dovey, finally adding a lovey dovey part. If I already had the lovey dovey part, then I shall make it betterer!

By the way, Tritonal & Paris Blohm ft. Sterling Fox – Colors (Culture Code Remix) is an awesome song. The reason I titled the story after the song is because it describes their love perfectly, kind of going into detail about their relationship.

WELL MY LAPTOP IS ABOUT TO DIE AND I NEED TO CHARGE IT SO G'BAI.

By the way, I haven't been inactive. I've just went and written another story for my Tumblr page. I would post it here, but I would probably get banned. So if you want to see it, you can. BUT I shall advise you here and ONLY here, the scenes and everything is extremely descriptive. So I advise you take caution before reading it. (It's titled "Busted!") Sounds sexy, huh? WELL YUP, GOTTA DEFINETLY PLUG THIS THING IN SO BYE FOR NOW.