Dear fucking god. This is what goes on in my mind at two. Thanks a lot!
This is total… I don't know. Crack?
I'm also sorry to those who have read my other stories and that are currently reading this one. This is just for pure fun and stuff. I don't even know what I was thinking at the time!
Just something random that popped into my head.
Please don't take it seriously.
Please. I'm begging you.
Don't.
I don't own Hetalia. So shut the fuck up already!
"Oh! Lord England, please, I hate Mc Donald's. Please destroy all of them!" America fell to his knee's burring his face in England's pants as he cried hysterically. His tears soaking the Brits newly ironed slacks.
England scoffed and kicked America off of his leg, "Bugger off you git. I'm in too much of a hurry to be dealing with suck a commoner as yourself." He kissed the big busted woman who hung off his arm.
"Oh Master, aren't you looking sexy today with those- oh~ Sexy eyebrows." She moaned, rubbing her large boobs against his well defined chest, a chest that would make anyone jealous!
England grinned, "Oh yes, they are quite fine, aren't they?" He asked, running a hand through his long and beautiful hair.
She moved closer to him until their chests were practically connected to one another. England looked down and smiled pervertedly at the full display of cleavage, oh how he could feel them now!
"Master England, please. I can't take it anymore, please have-"
"Mommy…"
A small tug at England's blankets woke him from his lovely dream. He huffed and removed the hand that had been covering his eyes. The Brit rolled to the side to look at the small emotionless child standing by his bedside.
"Yes, what is it Hong Kong?"
The pure irritation in his voice could easily detected by the small boy. "Oh, I'm sorry. I interrupted you. I'll just leave…" Hong Kong turned to leave but England stopped him.
"No no. What is it? I wasn't busy dreaming about hot, big busted girls."
"What?"
"Oh nothing! Now, what is it that you needed, lad?" He quickly corrected himself, he wouldn't want Hong Kong to grow up perverted.
The brunette shifted in his spot, a small embarrassed blush rising on his cheeks, "Well… I had a nightmare and I was wondering-"
"If you could sleep with me?" England finished. He was granted with a quick nod from Hong Kong, which he sighed at.
"Sure, get up here."
England moved to the side and held the blankets up, allowing the little nation to slide in next to him. He carefully tucked Hong Kong in, not wanting him to get cold.
'Nothing bad could happen, right? I mean, America used to sleep in my room all the time!' He thought to himself.
"Good night mommy…" Hong Kong whispered with a cute, quite yawn.
England's eyebrow twitched, "I'm not your bloody mother…" He grumbled and closed his eyes.
'What's the worst that could happen?'
"Bloody Hell!?"
England woke up the next morning to a very wet bed and a very happy Hong Kong.
'I fucking jinxed myself….'
See what I told you?
It's really Fucked up. -_-
England: … o-o what did I just read?
I don't know… I don't know…
Well, I guess all I have to say is Vote on my profile page and stuff…
R and R people!
