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I woke up with his hand down my pants.
My mind was still groggy as I slowly arose from my unconsciousness, his touch disappearing from my lower regions.
I moaned softly as he pulled me up from the ground and stroked my hair lovingly. A feeling I come to miss when he's away.
It was a weird thing, this… whatever we were doing. I could never really remember most of it, and as I've grown I've come to realize the strangeness of it. But… I've never not liked it… to say truthfully.
It was like that awkward forbidden topic that would never be spoken of.
I always wondered if I should resist letting him do this to me. If I should resist this relationship he has shown me so much love and compassion through… well during the daytime I mean. As I spoke of, our nights were never gentle and soft, not from the little pieces I could recall.
But as I've said, I can't bring myself to dislike any of it either.
When we lie here together, I'm everything.
He scooped me up onto my feet, the air whooshing around us.
It felt nice, but I knew it was just delaying the inevitable.
England smashed me into the wall, holding my arms above my head at the knuckle. In a single fluid movement he crashed his rough lips to my own soft pallid ones. The Brit began to move his mouth against my own, giving tender yet insistent kisses.
When I hadn't responded after a moment, he growled and shoved his leg between mine, pushing it roughly against my prostate. He continued playing with me, as if coaxing me into attempting to respond to his bruising movements. He pushed me further into the wall, leaving no space in between us, his leg still pressing into my hardening lower, keeping me slightly elevated off the floor.
His hand that had been gripping my hip roughly moved behind my head and pulled harshly at my hair, making me gasp in pain. Seeing opportunity, the pirate shoved his slick tongue into my open mouth. I felt him rub it along my gums and teeth, pushing to the farthest reaches of my mouth before sealing our faces together and sucking roughly at my own wet muscle, luring it into his hot cavern and lapping, biting, and rubbing it in a way that sent a jolt of heat to my slowly hardening partner, and a long moan up my throat.
I felt a smirk form on his lips as he pulled away, resting his face against my forehead, eliciting a whine from me and an involuntary buck from my hips. Taking a few gasps for not missed air, I peered through my eyelids in a lazy gaze. His green eyes bore into mine, sending shockwaves down my spine. He pulled me off the wall and pushed me into the floor making me yelp in surprise. He lined up our pelvises and without breaking his gaze, he slowly and roughly ground our hips together.
Suddenly he reached behind him and pulled out a syringe. The sight of it and the soft smile on his made me groan.
I didn't want to go back to sleep yet, I wanted to be awake as he worshiped me.
I felt the needle slowly slip under the skin of my forearm, a twinge of pain I was too accustomed to.
As I faded out I heard a deep chuckle coming from my superior. My obvious frown elicited yet another.
"Goodnight, America." He coos.
Stupid England and his stupid sleep kink.
As I slowly fade away I guess I'm grateful. I doubt Mattie gets such devotion when France visits. I can't bring myself to hate it because when I'm lying here with England, it makes up for all the time he's away.
When we lie here together, I'm everything and anything.
I'm a god.
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