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America felt this yearning to sleep between Canada and Mexico. They were both his half-brothers, and he used to sleep between them when they were little. Mexico's father was Spain, Canada's parents were England and France. I wonder how that works with both France and England being male. Okay, eww, did not want the picture of England giving birth with France trying to help deliver. Ughh, get that image out of my head!

We used to sleep together when we were little, but then Canada had a hissy fit and wanted his own room. He'd complained that I snored. I probably shouldn't have punched him. I still can't believe that my sweet little brother punched me back.

Mexico was very emotional and very tsundere. He blames me for all of his problems, but he keeps coming into my house. I wish he would call or something instead of just coming in. Speaking of which, there's noise coming from the kitchen. I've changed the lock recently too, but no matter how many times I change the lock, Mexico keeps getting a copy of the new key. I wonder if Canada's giving him a copy. Maybe I should stop giving the new keys to Canada, yeah right, like I could ever do that.

Yeah, I do want to sleep between Mexico and Canada, but I still wish Mexico would call first. When did they grow apart, it feels so lonely without them. I just want to feel Canada's warmth pressed against me as I envelope Mexico in my arms. There also wouldn't be any need for pajamas, we're not children anymore. We're not children so there's really no need for us to wear clothes when we sleep. Plus we're brothers, well, half-brothers, so it's okay for us to be naked in bed together.

America called Canada and tried to explain this to him. Canada hung up. Mexico was cooking eggs. "Maybe I don't want eggs." America grumps.

"Hung up on you did he? Well you can't be surprised with a request like that."

"Why not? It's a brilliant idea. We used to sleep together and since NAFTA, we might as well all sleep together again."

"We never used to sleep together naked. Plus it's not the same and you know it. Si quieres follar Canada you should try a little romance first. How can he take you seriously when you tell him you just want him naked in bed?" (If you want to fuck…)

"It's not about fucking." Mexico looks doubtful, "Well, it's not only about fucking. And it's not just him, I want you there as well."

"Nice to feel included, el cabrón." (bastard)

"Hey, are those eggs ready?"

"I thought you said you didn't want any."

"Are you shitting me? It's not breakfast without eggs."

Mexico divides the eggs between two plates and hands one of the plates to America. They eat in awkward silence for awhile. America's kinda hesitant to say anything, because everything he says pisses Mexico off. Mexico's brown eyes look thoughtful as he pauses in his eating. "Do you really want me in your bed?"

"Well, I would, if I wasn't worried that you would stab me while I slept."

"Even if I did, you'd just recover."

"You see, it's that attitude that makes me feel insecure."

"I wouldn't mind sleeping naked with you America. I wouldn't mind moving in here and sleeping with you every night." Mexico purrs into America's ear, having made his way around the small table.

"Get out, you're making me uncomfortable again."

"Cállate and finish your breakfast." (shut up)

"You never talk to Canada like that."

"I do, just not in front of you."

"Oh. So you think I should, like, ask Canada out on a date or somethin'?"

"It might be better than calling him and telling him to get his naked culo into your bed." (ass)

"God I love his naked culo." Mexico gives America an exasperated look. "Fine, I'll try calling him again."

"Canada!"

"What is it America?"

"Call me bubba, like you used to."

"I never called you bubba. If that's all, I'm hanging up."

"No, Canada, I want you to go on a date with me."

"My calendar's pretty busy. Look, if this is about IPR…"

"No, no, but you should work on that. I want you to go on a romantic date with me. Oh, and Mexico."

"Dates are usually done as couples. Anyway, I'm seeing someone."

"What? No way. Who?" America's heart fell to the floor.

"Cuba."

"What, that dick?"

"I thought you were getting along better with him."

"Well, yeah, but that doesn't mean that I would let him bend me over."

"America I don't… you know what, never mind…just…goodbye." and Canada hung up the phone.

"That sucks, did you know he was fucking Cuba?"

"Well, I knew that they fucked, but I didn't think it was serious."

America makes another call, this time to his contact in Washington.

"Hey, I need you to issue an invitation for Cuba to come spend the week with me here at my house."

"Yeah, the entire week. Look, I don't care if he's busy, he can work from here."

"I know that, just make it happen. You know, closer ties and what not." America hangs up. "Hey, Mexico, how would you feel about a threesome with Cuba?"

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"Well, we have been getting along better, but I don't think he'd go for it if he's with Canada."

oooOooo

Cuba arrives at the airport, America and Mexico are both there to pick him up.

"I see you're still America's grilla." (whore)

"Chinga tu madre!" (go fuck your mother)

"Hey, chillax. Anyway, don't you both have the same mother?"

"Hello America." Cuba shakes America's hand, rather formally. America grasps Cuba's elbow and wears a warm smile while he shakes Cuba's hand. He really wanted to go in for a hug, but he guessed it was too soon for that. America grabbed the luggage, because that's what heroes do and escorted Cuba to his

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Ford pickup. It had a back seat, which Mexico got stuck in on the ride home. "Why do I have to sit in the back?"

"Because Cuba's a guest."

"I'm a fucking guest too."

Fortunately, the drive wasn't that long, at least, not at the speeds America drove.

Once America got Cuba settled into a bedroom they all just chill on the sofa. America gets up and heads for the kitchen, "Hey, anyone want anything? I have sweet tea." They both take him up on his offer.

"Listen, I know that we're trying to get along better, but was there a reason you wanted me to spend the week?"

"Nothing particular, I just wanted this chance to become better friends."

"We're not friends."

They spend the first three days doing various touristy things. They visit the Parthenon and sun city, go rafting, etcetera.

Everyday they'd come back flushed with the excitement of everything they'd done. When they arrived back home on the third day they were laughing and talking about the day's events. All of a sudden the three of them went quiet right inside of America's living room. It was like an electric current had gone through them. Cuba broke the intense look that the three of them shared. "Hey, do you wanna go drinkin'?"

America walks up to Cuba, grabbing Cuba's left hand with his own as Cuba had turned back to the door. America's hand was warm around his and his breathing picked up. America's right arm slid around his waist, pulling him flush against America. Cuba turned around in America's embrace to look up at the taller nation.

Mexico's hands grabbed Cuba's hips and then followed the line of his pants, until he too was embracing Cuba. The protests that he had been about to make were silenced, though whether by Mexico's hands or America's mouth on his own, it would be hard to say.

The three made short work of stripping their clothes and by some silent consensus they headed toward America's bedroom. Though that may have just been Cuba following that fine American ass.

Cuba was about the same height and build as England, which held a warped sort of appeal for America. America was in front of Cuba, Mexico behind, as they both caressed and kissed his body. America started to work Cuba's member toward hardness, when Cuba expressed his desires, "Suck me off. I want you bowed down before me sucking me off." America grins at that as he sinks his head down to engage Cuba's cock. America wiggles his tongue and moans over Cuba's cock as Mexico starts to prep Cuba's ass.

"Hijo de puta!" (Son of a B) Cuba hisses as Mexico's fingers enter him. Oh god between America and Mexico working him… America's hands working his thighs as he sucks Cuba off, while Mexico peppered his back with kisses, avoiding his loosed curls that hung halfway down his back, while prepping him with lube.

Cuba pulled out and came on America's face; he'd wanted to do that. Then America pulled Cuba's mouth into a kiss, while Mexico helped impale him on America's old glory. Cuba's legs were slung over America's arms, while America's hands had a firm grasp on Cuba's ass.

Mexico started to prod Cuba's ass with his fingers again, but Cuba shook his head no. "Only one." he managed to gasp out. Mexico withdrew his fingers and contented himself with creating friction against Cuba's back as his hands ceaselessly traveled over Cuba's body.

Once they were all spent, America was antsy. Mexico and Cuba kicked him out of the bed, telling him to go take a shower or something, while they cuddled. "Won't America let you penetrate?" Cuba idly asks.

"He says he's sick of bottoming. Says that whenever someone wants him to bottom it's for their own pleasure and not his."

oooOooo

Canada had received a video feed from America. It read, "To: Canada, with love" Canada cried. How could Cuba do this to him? Why was that bastard America doing this to him? America finds out that he's dating Cuba and the first thing he does is fuck Cuba. A very willing Cuba. And why was Mexico there?

For some reason the states tended to be very sexual. Still, Cuba could have exercised a little self-control. Even if he was going to cheat, did it have to be with his brother?

When Cuba got back home Canada wasn't there. What was there was a note from a very irate Canada and a heart broken Cuba. That sick fuck, America! It was a fucking setup! I should have known it was a fucking setup. Cuba tried calling, texting, and anything else to get in touch with Canada, to no avail. He even travelled to Canada's house. He waited outside Canada's door until Canada had to come out. Canada was mad as fuck and thoroughly cussed Cuba out before slamming the door in Cuba's face.

Canada had been unburdening himself on England since the incident. After cussing out Cuba on his doorstep, he once again called England to unload his heartbreak. "I'm coming there." England said.

England flew to Canada to help him over his heartbreak. Canada appreciated the company and after about a month, he really started to feel better.

Word had gotten out and there was a lot of anger directed at America over his treatment of Canada, but America laughed it off, he was used to their ire. Mexico and Cuba took it harder, because they were unused to receiving so much attention. The next time Cuba ran into America at their negotiations, he thoroughly cussed America out. America stood there, merely waiting for Cuba to finish.

"Cuba, mi amigo, …"

"I'm not your fucking amigo!"

"Cuba, I'm going to take you off the state sponsors of terrorism list, so let's drop this."

Cuba hesitated and looked into America's eyes, trying to see the truth of the statement. "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"I still hate you."

"Don't be that way."

"Whatever." and Cuba sighed, deciding to let it go. Because states were more important than lovers.