The blond nation was sitting in his arm chair, looking out the window as the peaceful snow fell. Such a wonderful sight indeed, almost containing a romantic atmosphere. This atmosphere, of course, was ruined by a sudden phone call and when he picked up, he hadn't expected to be greeted by the feisty nation known as England...

"You walk in my dreams," the British voice rang out, the unusual, lustful tone odd yet soothing to his ears, sending shivers and sparks through him, almost like a firework on the Fourth of July in his heart. "E-England," the nation gasped with sudden arousal, making him writhe with lust in his chair, cheeks flushed with heat. He had always dreamed of this...

"M-me?" he asked, unsure and nervous - he was unused to such romantic actions...

"Oh, yes, you..." England moaned through the phone, "it's always been you just you..."

"P-please, tell me this isn t a joke, Arthur."

England's voice was slurred and drunken, but genuine and sleek as he said the next words, "Bloody wanker, I don't joke about these things."

"Tell me what we should do about this then?" He broke out finally, his heart continuously thudding, only getting faster and faster with each word spoken.

"The loo," the British nation slurred, "the loo."

"W-What?" He broke out in reply, repeat that?"

"Fancy a shag on the loo then?" The nation repeated huskily, causing him to blush even deeper.

"W-Arthur are you serious?"

"Of course I am you dolt," the nation snapped, "remember, America? You told me it was one of your kinks yourself..."

Fury ripped through him at those words, "AMERICA? But I'm Canada!"

"Oh well, then, fancy a shag on the loo, Matthew?"

((and you horny chicas can write the ending yourselves hehe! ;) xoxoxo dome uh beso ~~anna~~))