OK, here goes... My first Hetalia fic...bwahahah. Be scared! Just kidding. I chose this pairing because the two are so interesting, so let me know what ya think! This fic will eventually include a lot of M rated content and smut so either look forward to it or get lost if that doesn't agree with you. Thank you ^.^
America sighed as he threw his suitcase onto the floor of the hotel room he had just checked into and flopped down onto the bed, groaning as his aching body hit the mattress. The world conference was being held in Italy once more and as such Feliciano had chosen Venice as the venue. America was impressed with what he had seen of the city thus far but it cramped his style to see so many tourists, many from which were his own inhabitants, to be flooding the already crowded city and hotels with an unnecessary amount of extra people. Due to all the tourists and them booking nearly all of the rooms in every hotel, Feliciano was forced to pair each country up with another in order to ensure that they all stayed at the same hotel. America only hoped that the hopeless country had asked Germany for help rather than doing all the arrangements himself, anything could go wrong. For instance, he could have paired up England and-
"I'm going to fucking kill him!"
America jumped a little as his hotel room door was thrown open to reveal a very furious England who promptly stomped his way across the room and flopped down on the other side of America.
"Did Feliciano-"
"He fucking put France and me into the same room! Why me? If I am not raped by the end of this conference I deserve a prize…" England fumed as he brought up his right arm and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Who did he put in your room?"
"Ahh…I have no clue!" America smiled as he rolled onto his stomach and rested his chin on an arm, titling his head as he looked down at his former protector. "I figure it'll be more fun to be surprised!"
"Alfred…please let me stay with you! Whoever is staying in here now, can stay with France…" England muttered as he looked to the other nation.
"HAHHAHahhhaahahahah…no." America laughed as England became gloomy and crest fallen at his rejection.
"But-but why not?" England asked as he tried to muster up a puppy dog face, which didn't quite work because in the end it just made him look like he was in severe pain.
"I think it'll be fun to see you room with yer old buddy France! Who knows, you too might just end up getting along for once."
"S'not my 'old buddy' in any way, shape, or form." England muttered as he buried his face into a nearby pillow. "America, what if you are paired with someone even worse than France?"
"Tch won't happen. I'm too awesome for that!" America smiled as he jumped onto the bed and struck a pose.
"Ugh, stop hanging with Prussia; he's rubbing off on you." England sighed as he sat up and continued to watch his former colony strike various poses. "What if you got paired with someone completely terrible, it was Feliciano who made the arrangements…what if it was someone like-"
"Hello America, Looks like I'll be rooming with you, da?"
