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2P!America x 2P!Canada

Blue-lavender eyes narrowed.

"You ready for this?" America smirked, watching as Canada quickly tied her long blonde hair back into a high ponytail, "Cuz you're so totally going down!"

"Bring it on, Yankee." Canada murmured, slipping on the fingerless gloves and smearing black face paint right underneath her eyes. Neither nation seemed to even notice the cool morning air as they stared one another down.

America grinned, her reddish eyes lazily scanning Canada's body in obvious pure appreciation, "Damn, you're hot," She purred, "Hope you didn't pay too much for that bra because I'm gonna be ripping it off you!"

"This is football, so you better keep your eye on the goal," Canada responded dryly, "Think your dirty thoughts after the game."

"Are you trying to distract me?" America pouted, completely ignoring Canada's remark, "Black boy-cut panties? How am I supposed to concentrate?"

"Do we need to put our clothes back on?" Canada muttered, not caring if they were playing in normal clothing or lingerie. She just wanted to dish out the pain that America masochistically desired.

"We can play baseball if you ain't in the mood for football," America licked her lips, eyes darting to her nail-embedded bat, "Hell, why don't we just skip the game all together?"

Canada said nothing, grabbing the football and darting quickly to America's side of the lawn. She grunted as she was roughly tackled to the ground and gave a dry look when her sister nation straddled her bare waist.

"Tighten those straps ~ your boobs are bouncing around!" America trailed a finger down Canada's side in a feathery touch, "Not that I'm complaining!"

Canada quickly brought up her knee and the protective pad strapped around it dug into America's stomach, "Oohh, so good!" America sighed, the pain only bringing out her heated side, "C'mon, do it harder!"

Violet eyes watched half-lidded as the two North Americans rolled across the grass with almost bare bodies pressing tightly against each other; the football clearly forgotten as Canada roughly twisted America's breast, much to the latter's delight.

"Ah ~ ma bébé," France sighed longingly, spying from a window of Canada's house, "You are stunning as you always have been."

Abnormally clear blue eyes glancing over France's shoulder, "It's so nice to see them get along," A creepily kind smile stretched across England's face, "When they are finished, do you think they would fancy a cupcake?"

"And as always, you ruin the mood, L'Angleterre."