Hello! I'm trying something out of my usual genre, I'm going to attempt to make a vore story. Please enjoy and no rude reviews, thank you~! :3
It was a typical friday night, america had just gotten back from a meeting and was exhausted, not only had England veto his ideas but all the other nations besides japan agreed with England.
America continued walking down what seemed like an everlasting street, he was in England so it would take a good 10 hours to return to good ol' NY city. His iPhone buzzed with his seemingly awesome ringtone playing, "I'm the hero! The eternal hero! I'll save citizens from evil doers..." On the other end was a slurred english accent, "America? Come drink with -hic- me! I need a drinking -hic- partner and no one wants to bloody come. Meet me at Hisberry bar now." America sighed, this was going to be a long night.
America called up a nearby taxi company and got into it as soon as possible. After a 15 minute drive, he paid the demanding driver with as many pounds as he could find. He was almost positive that the driver charged him extra because he was a "tourist".
America arrived inside the bar and was met with an aggravated face with bushy eyebrows, emerald eyes, and messy blonde hair. America grnned, "yo Iggy, why'd you call me if you're just gonna get your ass drunk?" England gave a sinister smile and pulled out his wand, "Because I wanted to do this, you fool!" America had a perplexed look on his face, "huh?" Once the wand magic hit him, America's body felt like it was getting squeezed to bits, he noticed the bar getting bigger and bigger and when he looked up he saw a giant England looming over him. Everything didn't grow, he shrunk!
England grinned extremely cheshire cat like, "Aw, why the big bwave -hic- hero is so small. Hahaha!" America scowled, "Ok, this isn't funny England, turn me back." England leaned close to America, so that his nose was touching America's torso, America backed away at the touch, "What if I -hic- don't want to?" America bolted away from the crazed drunken nation but the other easily caught him, "Hmm, you certainly look delightful... I wonder if you would -hic- taste that way?" America's eyes widened nearly out of his sockets, England's eyes were clouded while his common sense was most likely temporarily knocked out, meaning there was no getting through to him. All America could do is pray that England wasn't serious, since England didn't seem like the type to be a closet cannibal.
To his surprise and absolute horror, England wrapped his huge fingers around America's waist and suddenly popped him inside of his mouth.
He felt the slimy tongue taste and lick him, leaving a long gooey trail of saliva onto America. He pounded on the enclosed teeth, screaming, "You can't do this Iggy! It's disgusting!" He felt England shrug his shoulders, still in a drunken trace, not responding. He looked behind him and saw England's gaping throat, he felt a slight wind of England's breath wash over him. It smelled mostly of beer. America shivered, he never knew he would end up in the mouth of his former caretaker and older brother. America prayed and hoped that England wouldn't take this to the next level and actually swallow him.
Solving America's nightmares, England tipped his head back slightly and actually swallowed America. He felt the scenery tip and felt the tongue push him into the awaiting throat, "N-No! England you can't do this! Help me! England didn't respond, only the slight grumbles of his stomach were to be heard. America, covered head to toe in saliva, was stuck moving towards the throat.
It was like going on the scariest part of a ride except he had no idea when this "ride" would be over or if he was ever going to get out. America was pulled into the throat and kept squeezing him until America found himself stuck, a wave of relief washed through him, maybe England would cough him up but instead he saw what looked like a tsunami of alcohol threatening to drown him. It got him unstuck but now he was stuck flowing in a current of beer to his impending doom.