Loopy scripture filled the pages, and the American eyed them suspiciously. "Uhm, Iggy, why are you writing about my 'stunning blue pools'?"
The Brit scoffed, looking up from his worn copy of Peter Pan. "That's Author's notes, idiot. She gets bored easily, like another American I know."
America coughed awkwardly. "Yeah, but this also says 'England eyed America's lips, imagining how soft yet torturing rough they would be around his'-"
"Shut up, shut up. Look, Author even signed it, right here." England leaned over to point to a name scrawled at the bottom of the page, smirking widely.
America let out a sound recognition and continued reading, a blush slowly beginning to creep up his neck and onto his cheeks. "W-Why is France joining us on the bed?"
For the next few days, Author had all possible writing material taken from her (Thanks England), and was locked in a box with 'perverse little girl' written on it in 168 languages.
A/N: That was extremely fun to write... Thanks for reading, and I'll update if y'all would like. Also, review if you wouldn't mind. By the way, the couple was America x England x France because I'm kinky like that. (Pffft)