Lets Pretend This Never Happened
It was late, and very dark, and England had only just finished up for the day. He opened the door to the large mansion quietly, stepping indoors. It was late and America was sure to be sleeping.
"What a waste of time. Why do those idiots bother me with such trivial things?" He grumbled as he entered the house, only to be greeted with a small figure bowling right into his middle.
America.
"Welcome home!" He said happily, a huge grin all over his boyish face. He was truly adorable.
England looked down at the short boy, the tiniest bit of annoyance on his face. "America! What are you doing up so late? You are supposed to be in bed."
"But then no one would be up to welcome you back." He replied, still smiling.
England moved over to the coat stand in the corner, shrugging his jacket off and putting it up. "I told you I'd be back late, but I appreciate it." He said, smiling warmly at the young colony. He moved to sit down in a chair, taking the weight off his sore feet. "It's nice to get such a warm welcome."
"Why did you have to go?" America asked innocently.
"Hm? Just some business. Nothing you have to worry about." He said, taking off his tie with a sigh.
The young boy clambered onto his lap, smiling at him, "I really missed you."
"I wasn't gone that long."
"It felt like forever! I was crying the whole time waiting for you."
Arthur's eyes widened as his eyebrows turned up a little, had the child really missed him this much? "You were? I'm sorry."
The young colony giggled, "I'm just teasing you!" He threw his arms around England's neck as the elders hands went around his waist to draw him into a hug. "I wish I could be with you all the time!"
"So do I" England replied, sighing slightly, moving one arm to drape over the back of the chair and petting the boy's silky hair with the other. "It's late, aren't you tired?"
"Nope, I could stay up all night!" The child replied, grin never leaving his face.
England gripped one of his thin, pale arms gently, a frown and blush developing on his cheeks. "You always seem to have an endless amount of energy..." He leaned back in the chair, studying the British-American's face. "America, would you give me a kiss?"
America's large blue eyes widened. "A kiss?" Despite his small confusion, he leaned close enough to his elder and gently brushed his lips against the others.
Arthur moved one hand to the back of the boys head to pull him in closer, slipping his tongue into the boys surprised mouth, wrapping his arms tightly around the small frame.
Alfred let out a muffled cry and pushed away from Arthur forcefully. "England that's gross!"
England grabbed the young boys shoulders and threw the both of them to the ground, pinning the child down with his weight. He moved one hand down to cup his crotch through his shorts as he bent down to lightly nip his ear.
"Stop it!" The colony screamed, pushing the elder male off of him and getting up and running away before Arthur could catch what had happened.
"America wait!"
America didn't listen, the only thoughts going through his mind was to run. Get away from Arthur, England wanted to hurt him. He ran all the way until he was outside, almost lost. He felt a grip on his elbow and flinched before tugging hold of Arthur's hand and throwing him over his shoulder.
"Leave me alone!"
He looked down as England mumbled out a cry of pain. "England..."
"America...I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me. I'm really very sorry! Please come back..." He said, covering up his face with one hand.
"Why did you do that? You were acting so strange."
"I...I don't...There is no excuse for my behaviour. I promise, I won't do it again!"
America covered his mouth with his hand, reliving what just happened. "You stuck your tongue in my mouth and then you-"
"Aah! Don't say any more!" England yelled, cutting him off.
England still lay on the ground, tears pricking the corner of his green eyes. "I...Shouldn't have done that. Please forgive me. You probably hate me now..."
America crouched on the ground near his elder, looking at him intently. "I'm not mad, it was just kinda scary."
I forgive you
He reached his hand out to England, helping him up from the muddy ground. "Let's go back."
/
America looked at England, sprawled on his back on his bed, covering his face with both hands, as if stressed. The young boy's face turned saddened.
"England are you alright?"
"I'm fine." He grumbled, obviously not fine at all. "Go to bed America. Your own bed."
"Okay, but are you sure you're alright? I mean, um, you're not hurt are you? Because I didn't mean to..."
England's face developed into a dark scowl. "Will you just get out!"
America whimpered a little in fear, recoiling from the sudden display of anger. "I'm sorry I ran away! I'm sorry I hurt you! Please don't be upset."
England ran a hand through his already messy hair tiredly. "I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself."
"But you were angry I stayed up late, weren't you? That's why you did 'that'?"
"No you got that all wrong. I wasn't trying to punish you."
He looked off to the side a little, eyebrows upturned. "I did that because I love you."
"I don't understand..." America began, "You always told me I shouldn't let anyone touch me like that. That it's indecent. That it's bad. Why are you saying you did that 'because you love me'? It doesn't make sense."
England brought a hand up to his face, pondering. "How can I explain it?" Suddenly an idea formed in his mind and he brought his hand away.
"America. The reason I told you it's bad is because you shouldn't let just anyone touch you. You should only do that with someone you truly love. It's a way to show that person you love them by sharing something you'd never share with anyone else, and I'm sorry..." England looked away to the side, "I thought you loved me too."
"I do love you!" Counteracted America, oblivious to the smirk appearing on England's face. "I love you more than anything else in the world!"
America screwed his face up, tears pricking his eyes as he twisted the bedsheets between his small hands. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise what you were doing! It's not like I don't want to kiss you. I want to hug and kiss you all the time. If you want, you can kiss me 'like that'."
England frowned and gripped America's bony shoulders. "But didn't you say it was 'gross'? Won't you just run off again?"
America looked up into his eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks. "No, I promise I won't run away. I only want to make you happy."
A small kiss was placed on the colonial boy's forehead. "You're such a good boy." England praised before cupping the boys face and bringing him into a deep kiss.
I want to show England how much I love him.
Even though it's scary.
Even though it feels gross...
And wrong...
England was towering over the child, pinning him to the bed, until America's hand shot up and hit him in the chin. He looked down to see the boy panting as if for dear life.
"I couldn't breathe!" He squeaked out.
England looked down, a lustful smirk on his face as he studied the young boy. "Hmm? You should breathe through your nose then." He said, lifting up the boys left arm to kiss on the underside.
America looked to the side, uncertainty plastered all over his face. "I don't want to do this anymore."
England ignored him, pulling the young boy's tie off.
"I just want to go to bed. I'm tired."
England leaned down to his neck, sucking and licking on a certain place, determined to leave a mark.
"England!" He cried, sitting up and pushing the other man away. "I said 'I want to go to bed'!"
"Really?" England replied, starting to remove the dark blonde haired boy's shirt. "Earlier you said you could stay up all night."
"I...I did, but..."
"'But' what? Don't you want to be with me?"
"I do, but..." England pulled his shirt over his head, "Haven't I done enough?"
"America...We have so much farther to go..." He said, pushing America back down onto the pillows and climbing on top of him, looking down at him with a dark scowl on his face.
"Listen, I'm going to do something. It will hurt at first, but then it will feel good. You're not going to push me away, are you? After all, you promised you wouldn't do that, you said you wouldn't run away."
The boy looked up at him fearfully. "W-what are you going to do?"
England took a hold of the boys shorts and started pulling them down. "Something that will make us closer. Don't be scared."
It was easier said than done as England stared down at his naked form with a predatory glance in his eyes.
"America, your body is beautiful."
America looked away, tears filling his eyes again. He felt so dirty, so wrong...
"Ah, wha ah you ouhing?" He mumbled out when England slipped two fingers into his mouth.
"Go on, suck on it." Commanded the elder, an order which America lived up to.
"That's a good lad." He said, retracting his saliva slick fingers from the small cavern and lifting up one of the small, childish legs.
"Just relax, alright." He said, slowly pressing one finger into America's tight entrance.
The young boy's eyes widened as his face contorted into fear and disgust. "What are you doing! That's gross! It's gross!" He cried, sitting up, only to earn a dissaproving glare from the elder.
"I don't want to hear you say that ever again!" He yelled. "Besides, it's only 'gross' if you're doing this with someone you don't love. Are you saying you don't love me?" He thrust two fingers into the young boy roughly.
"I'm not saying that at all! I do love you!"
England leaned towards him, a dangerous grin on his face. "I love you too."
"How is this going to make us closer...? I don't understand..." He whispered out gently.
England rested his hands on either of the young child's knees, pushing his legs apart. "It's alright if you don't understand for now. Just trust me." He said before pushing his aching member into the hot, tight opening presented before him.
"A-ah...AHH!" America cried out in pain. "England. It hurts."
England panted, his hot breath tickling America's flesh. "America, please..."
"It hurts! Stop it, you're hurting me!" He cried out, face screwed up in pain and embarrassment.
"Endure this for me..." He said, lifting the small legs up to pull them around his waist so he could thrust into the tight virgin heat better,
"I-I'm trying..." He started, before throwing his hands up to his face, covering it from view, trying to blot out the searing pain. "I can't! I CAN'T! STOP IT!" He screeched.
England took hold of one of his hands, pulling it away from his face. "Shhh, it's okay...Don't cover your face, I want to see you." He said, glaring intently at him.
He pinned the young boys hands to the bed, not allowing him to move.
"England why won't you stop!" America pleaded, sobbing.
"I can't stop now..." He huffed out, thrusting sharply into him. The tightness, the heat, oh gods it was too much for him to simply stop now.
"A-Ahhhh!" England cried out as he spilled his seed into America's small body, the child staring up at him through tear-soaked eyes.
He linked their hands together as he collapsed on top of his colony. "America...America, I love you..." He pulled his spent member from the younger body, a single strand of ejaculate still connecting the two.
England said this would make us closer...
Was he lying...?
I don't feel any closer to him than before...
In fact...
It feels like he's farther away from me than ever...
England laid a small kiss on America's forehead, pleased the boy had put up with it, despite the pain. "America, are you alright?"
America shook, trying to hold the tears back, but couldn't and they fell, and he sobbed loudly. "England why...Why did you..."
England pulled the small trembling body up to his chest, cradling him. "Shhh..Shh...Don't cry. It's all over now, you did good."
America pushed him away, anger on his face, and moved to sit and cry by himself at the other side of the bed.
Away from England.
The two sat for a while like that, in pure silence only disrupted by America's wails or sniffles.
"Are you done crying...?" England asked, looking over his shoulder to see America nod.
"America it's late, you should wash up and go to bed..."
"England, I-! ...N-Nothing, never mind..." The colony picked up his clothes and left England's room silently, the only noise being the 'click' from the door shutting.
England's face slowly turned to an angry scowl.
"Shit!"
He leaned on one of his arms, tears streaking down his face. "Shit...This is bad...I really fucked up.."
It was if the whole room had turned dark as he leaned over the edge of the bed, holding his face in his hands. "He hates me now."
He looked up when he noticed a shine in the air. It was two fairies. "Oh it's you guys...You always show up when I'm hurt or crying...But don't bother trying to cheer me up this time...There's no fixing what I did, even with magic..."
His eyes widened.
"Wait a second...Magic!"
He sat on the floor, pulling a book from his shelf and opening it. "Maybe I can fix this! I know there's got to be a potion or spell in here that can help!" He said, determined. "Ah! Here's one! 'Deperjre Revocajus', This potion will erase the last twenty four hours from the persons memory...No, this won't work, it takes twenty four hours to make..."
He leaned back, looking at a corner of the room curiously, thinking hard. "Hold on, I think I've made this before...I might actually still have it around!"
He pulled a chest out from under the bed and opened it, being greeted with multitudes of containers and flasks, all different colours and some not even describable. England reached in and took out a dark purplish blue bottle and held it up to his face. "This is it...I made it for my enemies, I never thought I'd use it on someone I love..."
He remembered how happy he'd been once he'd been able to hold America as his, his cute, chubby baby face smiling at him. He always loved America and now...
I really messed everything up...
I promised I would always protect you...
But I just ended up hurting you myself...
"I'm sorry America..."
/
He walked in on the young boy putting his night clothes on, pulling it down quickly as soon as he spotted England. He didn't want him to see him naked ever again. He felt so vulnerable.
England's face pulled into an expression of shame.
America was scared of him...
"America..."
The colony started walking backwards, to get away from England.
"Wait, I'm not going to hurt you, I want to give you something."
He held out a tiny glass to the child, but America turned his head away, flinching. He opened one eye to look at the offering. "What is it...?"
England smiled awkwardly. "It's to help you sleep, I-It's good for you!" He held the glass out to America again, crouching to his level. "Here, drink."
America pushed his hand away. "No! You're lying, it's probably something bad!"
All trust was now gone.
America rubbed his eyes with his fists, tears flowing again. "You're trying to poison me aren't you?"
"I-I would never!" England cried out in shock. "But you're right...It's not to help you sleep...It's a magic potion that will make you forget what happened tonight..." He looked into America's eyes pleadingly. "Right now you're scared of me. I can't take it. I just want things to go back to how they were before tonight. Don't you want that too?" He reached out and placed a hand on the boys shoulder. "And if you drink this, I promise I will never, ever do that to you again."
America took the tiny glass, a look of uncertainty on his face. "You promise...?" But before even getting an answer, he drank it all down. England pulled him into a hug gently.
"Thank you."
He tucked America in and stood by the door until he fell asleep, hoping for the best.
/
England took the pan from off the stove, now it was emitting black smoke. Breakfast was done!
He wiped his hands with a towel before putting the food onto two plates and standing back to marvel over his amazing work, a big grin on his face. "There! Breakfast is ready!"
He walked down the hall to America's room. "America is still in bed..." He opened the door and sat down on the edge of his colony's bed, looking at him with a sad expression on his face. "...America..." He noticed the pair of sky-blue eyes opening and looking at him.
"Good morning England!" He said sitting up, a large smile plastered all over his face.
He seemed alright.
England smiled at him a bit nervously. "G-Good morning. You slept in late, are you feeling alright?"
America jumped at him, cuddling him. "I feel great!"
"Really? I'm so glad!" He smiled, relief all too evident in face and voice. "Are you hungry? I made us some breakfast." He offered, smiling at the dark-blonde.
"Yeah, I'm starving!"
"Hurry up and get dressed. You don't want your food to get cold." England said as he got up and left, closing the door quietly.
America smiled at him as he left.
And after he left, it dropped.
England...
Your magic never works.
/
Author note time-
This was based on a comic I had found in the USUK Kink Meme, so the original creator Is anonymous, I do not know who It is. If you created this and would like me to take this piece down for whatever reason, please PM me.
Normally I am a fan of shota, but this comic was something I hadn't really considered, but I did indeed love the comic as angst is one of my favourite genres, so I had the urge to write it.
There, so far, is no actual end to the story as the comic is still in progress, but I had to end this somewhere, and I spent a while choosing the exact moment.
-EDIT- I'd like to thank the anonymous reviewer by telling me it was Parsley on Y!Gallery who drew this original comic. thread=43481241#t43481241 This thread is the start to the comic, for you who've asked for it. I am rather happy to say I've gotten my hands on more pages of the comic, so this story will continue! I'm very glad for all the good reviews, they really made me smile~!
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