America smelled like a strange mixture of worn leather, coffee, and sea salt. The raven-haired man found this extremely arousing, but since he was loyal to his sober culture, he would never admit it...unless he was directly asked, because denying it would be considered rude.
And embarrassing.
"Kiku, we should watch Bleach after this." the blonde was observing a pile of animes, a grin on his face. "Well, or Fruit Basket, Loveless...maybe Fairy Tail."
The stormy eyed boy collapsed in a pile of limbs onto the couch, his legs (And scent) falling on Kiku's lap. Kiku tried to keep his eyes trained on the television, where Sebastian was saving Ciel's ass.
Again.
And Ciel was acting like he had planned it all out.
Again.
"Kiku." America had shifted to where his head was resting on Kiku's shoulder, and his legs were tucked underneath him.
Out of the corner of his eye, Kiku watched America's clear blue eyes sparkle with interest, and his wheat colored hair fall into those eyes, which he brushed away with long, pale fingers.
Damn.
Kiku could have died, gotten a nosebleed, or both, but instead, he turned his chocolate eyes back to the anime playing out on the TV.
One of Alfred's hands brushed skillfully against Kiku's thigh, and his eyes widened.
Oh hell.
"Hey Kiku, have you ever visited Florida?" Alfred asked quietly, and a dusty pink blush crept onto Kiku's face.
"I-I am afraid n-not." Japan stuttered out, the smaller man seeming to shrink into himself.
"Shame." Japan was very aware of the smirk on America's face, and almost fainted on the spot.
Kiku knew he was dead, no screwed. So incredibly screwed on so many new levels.
God dammit.
America began to kiss his way down Kiku's neck, whispering various northern Japanese cities as he crept lower.
"Tokyo." America nipped at Japan's lower back, enjoying the loud mew he received.
Japan was suddenly under the younger nation, and his shirt was thrown at the TV, along with Alfred's.
Small red marks began to appear all over the raven-haired man's chest and abdomen, due to the American's wandering mouth.
"Hnnn." Japan whined as America's lips left his hip, but he was quickly satisfied as America's soft lips met his.
Kiku's arms wrapped around America's neck, his dainty hands playing with the ends of his hair. He let out a strangled moan as Alfred sneakily unbuttoned his pants and slipped the hand that wasn't pulling lightly at Kiku's hair into the smaller man's boxers, palming the growing erection skillfully.
Oh fuck.
"To the bedroom?" America groaned as Japan's hips bucked up in want.
A breathy moan escaped Japan, followed by a weak nod.
"To the bedroom."
A/N: I regret nothing. Even worse, I was supposed to be writing my Christmas list right now...