America walked into the kitchen, eating a Twinkie. England was leaning against the counter with a teacup in his hand.
"What on earth are you eating, America?" England asked, eyeing the Twinkie suspiciously.
"It's a Twinkie, silly," answered America, handing the package to him, "Want one?"
England looked at the plastic wrapper and read some of the ingredients list. "Um… No thank you."
"Aww, why not?"
"Because I don't eat food that has more chemicals in it than actual food."
"Would you eat one if I stripped and fed it to you by mouth?" America smirked and began unbuttoning his shirt.
England's face reddened and he stammered, "There will be no need for that."
America pulled his shirt all the way off and stepped toward England. He trapped him against the counter and asked him, "Are you sure about that?"
England reddened further but he answered, "No."
America raised one eyebrow. "Come on, bitch, we're going upstairs." He grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the staircase.
England didn't resist.
A/N Twas a request from one of my friends on deviantART. I don't even ship these two together.
DISCLAIMER: I don't lay claim to Hetalia or any of its characters. Nor do I lay claim to the company that makes twinkies. I don't even like twinkies that much.