America's hands touched England skin roughly and traced little patterns along his bare stomach. "A-America…" England whimpered helplessly. The bigger nation smiled at the smaller one and pressed little kisses along the white porcelain flesh of England's neck.
England groaned as America began to lick his skin. England didn't know what was happening or how this all happened. But he wasn't about to stop this. He wanted America…no…he needed him. He needed America to touch his skin and kiss him like he was the only thing that would keep him alive. America's gloved hand started going down on England's stomach and onto his pelvis and down to his crotch area. England's breath hitched and he moaned in ecstasy.
America's hand started unbuckling England's pants as he started to suck on England's neck leaving a purple mark there. He started making another then another and only stopped when England's pants were all the way off and England only had his underwear on. America continued to touch England's now very erect cock. England covered his eyes with his arm and moaned as America's mouth somehow made its way to the erection very quickly.
The Americans mouth closed its lips around it and he started to suck it through the clothing. "America! Oh…Oh dear god…!" England cried. He opened his legs as wide as they could go so America could have more space. England suddenly felt America's mouth remove its self from his erection and slowly started taking off England's boxers. England moved his arm from his vision ad he saw America take off his boxers with his teeth and place them on England's ankles.
He looked up at England with wide blue eyes that were dull and un-moving. England's emerald green eyes widened as America took his full length inside his mouth and started to suck without breaking eye contact. England stared at those eyes, his heart shattering into a million pieces. Those weren't the eyes he wanted to stare into as he made love to the only man who ever made England anywhere close to happy. England wanted to stare into lusty and loving blue eyes not these ones…not these dull ones that showed no emotion what so ever. England cried in pleasure as America started to deep throat him.
The sensation felt incredible but…but the touches that he was receiving…they didn't feel loving anymore…they felt forced and hated. England felt America's teeth brush his cock every once and a while and that made England cringe in pain every time. He latched onto America's wheat colored hair and said, "A-America? Y-you can stop now…I-It's starting to hUURRTT!" England screamed on the last word because America grabbed his balls and gave them a good squeeze.
England started tugging at America's hair trying desperately to get him off but America was way stronger then the former empire was. England hunched over the American who was still sucking away at England's erection. "S-stop! Idiot! That's enough! I..I don't want it to happen this way! Please! I just want you to love me not hurt me like this! Please!" England yelled in a hoarse voice. America's dull eyes looked at England and stared at him for a while and when he was about to say something…England's vision vanished.
XXX
England woke up to France poking him in the arm. When did England fall asleep anyways? And at a G8 meeting no less! "Angleterre...Ah! You are finally awake!" France whispered. England quickly sat up and looked around him to see if anyone had noticed. Germany was talking about Global Warming or something, Italy was drawing on some papers that were in front of him with a dumb smile on his face, China was trying hard to make Russia stop touching his leg, and Canada…where was that country anyways? His chair always seemed to be empty except for a fluffy white bear that was sitting there smiling. And lastly, America was sitting there sipping away at his milkshake.
He sighed. "I guess…" England mumbled as he sat back in his chair. England couldn't shake the dream of America and him out of his mind. It hurt his heart a lot but he couldn't show it in front of that idiotic frog. But that 'idiotic frog' seemed to know exactly what England had on his mind. "You had a wet dream of America again did you not?" France asked simply. England blushed and said a little too loudly, "Of course not you wanker!"
"England? France? Vould you like to tell everyone vour little conversation?" Germany asked in a clearly irritated voice. "Of course Germany!" France said loudly. "We were discussing of how many of ze women we could take home in zis beautiful country of yours! How many, hm?" Germany blushed red at France's words. "Ha-ha! Dude! Germany your all red and shit man! HAHA!" an obnoxious voice called out. England already knew exactly who it was. It was America.
France smiled as America and Germany started arguing on how in the world was Germany red. When he noticed that his little teasing buddy didn't remove his eyes from looking at the ground. "England, you know he doezn't love you like you do…." France whispered to him. England bit his lip and turned his head away from the French man's gaze. "Don't you think I know that? I-It's just that I keep having a dream were America is touching me everywhere and shows me these eyes…there so dull and unmoving…."
England felt a warm hand on his back and noticed that France was trying to comfort him. He was trying his absolute best to. "Well…old friend…mabey it was your mind telling you that you don't really have a romantic chance with America then…" But France couldn't finish. He could tell that England was holding himself from crying. France looked down at the Englishman sadly and said, "I am sorry, it zis is the truth…" England pulled away from France's touch and didn't look up the entire rest of the meeting…
England went home with a heavy feeling in his heart. France was right…he was very right. England had zero of a chance to ever love America like he wanted to. He wanted to caress his face, touch his stomach that had lines of possible abs, he wanted to feel America inside of him, and he wanted America to scream his name when he came…England heeled onto himself and sat down on his couch.
He needed America badly….very badly. England fell onto his side and buried part of his head into a pillow that was beautifully embroidered. It was England's stitching so of course it was beautiful, why wouldn't it be? England's thoughts went to the dream he had during the G8 meeting and he still could see America's dull eyes watching him. England wanted so desperately that those eyes showed him love instead of dullness….
BRING BRING!
Went England's phone that was in his pocket, he really didn't want to answer it but when he looked at the front to see who it was, he was surprised to see it was America who was calling him. England quickly sat up and answered it.
(America is bolded and England is underlined)
"H-hullo?"
"Yo! Iggy! I needa know somethin'!"
"What? Is it that important to know at….11:45 at night?"
"Duh! I need to know since I soo know that you're the sex master of Europe!"
"I am not! Where did you even hear that from! Was it that frog France! Bloody hell I'll kill that Frenchy!"
"Nah, my own observations dude, any who~ I wanted to know how much lube do you need to f*** a chick?"
"W-what..."
"Well, I kinda went out with Canada and France who are now making out with Prussia and I think that's Spain and Romano but-"
"Wait, there making out together?"
"No! Canada is with Prussia and France is switching off between Romano and Spain…but that's so not the point! I have this seriously boobielicious chick with me and where going off to her place and I'm wondering about lube. Do I need any?"
"…..N-no America….you don't….."
"Thanks Iggy! I totally owe you one! Later! *click"
"…..*click*"
"GAH!" England cried into his pillow. The screamed and screamed until his throat was sore and then he just sobbed into the embroidered pillow. How could that…that idiot do that to him! England loved America more than anyone in the world…and even the universe to! But no…that idiot was too oblivious to it!
"England?" a small and familiar voice asked. England looked up and with puffy red eyes he saw his friends Flying Mint Bunny and the fairies. "Are you alright?" one that was a beautiful blue color asked him in a little voice. "No…I'm not alright….I'm a broken fool…just a broken imbecile." He said to her. The little blue fairy sighed and looked at her friends and they whispered some things until Flying Mint Bunny said, "England…we have a solution to your problem but it comes with consequences like Am-" But England's head popped up and said, "You can make America love me! I don't care what happens! I just need him!" Flying Mint Bunny flew a little bit away from England and said, "Well, we can but…" The blue fairy flew close to England's face and said, "We can do it England….it'll be done in the morning England. You should get some rest though."
England smiled sheepishly and said, "Oh, alright…thank you friends…" He slowly got up and started walking back to his room. When he finally got there he collapsed on to his bed and kept thinking one thing and one thing only. America loving him to the fullest. That horrible dream he had wouldn't ever happen. America would stare at him with lusty and loving eyes. And slowly, England fell asleep smiling.
XXX
"Nicolie!" Flying Mint Bunny screamed at the little blue fairy. "What! It's what he wants!" she said to him sternly. As more and more fairies heard there commotion, one orange fairy asked, "W-well Nicolie I think you know what's gonna happen when the spell's on America. He'll-"
"I know! But it'll make him happy! We all miss the old England! The one who smiled every day! The one who laughed at everything! We all miss that right!" No one said anything. Nicolie the blue fairy was right. They missed the old England who always had a smile on his face…they missed his laugh and funny jokes. "Fine Nicolie." Flying Mint Bunny said to her sighing. "Do whatever you have to just don't get mad at us when it blows up in your face."
Nicolie smiled and flew off to where America was. When she got there, he was asleep with a blonde girl right next to him. The blue fairy smiled and floated over America's head and started to whisper an enchantment.
"Love is patient, someone waits for you. He stands in your shadow and watches over you. He loves you and you now live for him. When thy awakes think of only Arthur Kirkland or the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland."
America shifted in his sleep a bit when the fairy stopped whispering the incantation and mumbled something that sounded like "I-Iggy…." The fairy saw a little tent that was beginning to form and it looked like it was from America's lower body. She blushed and started to fly off thinking, "I hope England will be happy tomorrow."