England sat brooding in America's living room. Lately it seemed America never had time for him. True England never had time for America either, but still, America could have at least called! England silently sighed to himself. There had been so much heartbreak dealing with him….
America clomped into the room and sat beside England, surprisingly close. He handed a cup of black coffee to him and England noticed that America had already drunk some of his own. England sighed, this time audibly. "You stupid dolt. Can't get past a grudge, can you?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" laughed America cheerfully, his cheeks a little red.
"Have you been drinking?" England asked, shocked.
America took a swig of his coffee. "What? No! I'm just happy to see you, Iggy."
England looked at America like he had grown four heads. "Whatever," he muttered, choking down some of the coffee. He expected the usual bitter taste, but instead it was surprisingly…flowery. He drained it quickly, becoming addicted to the taste. After it was all gone, he was hazy and he was craving something else.
He looked over at America. He looked at his golden hair, his perfect face, his beautiful eyes, his muscles, and his slightly unbuttoned shirt. Oh God, he was so young…
England felt himself reach for America's collar. He let his tongue trace his ear. "Did you know that you broke my heart?" he whispered, his voice low and wanting.
"I always had a feeling I did…" America murmured, the sensations of England's breath sending chills up his spine.
"I think it's about time I got payback," England said loudly as he grabbed America's crotch, making him let out a yell. America growled and pinned England down on the couch.
"Do you want me? Iggy, say it or I won't go any further!" America demanded, his breathing hard and ragged.
England was already half-hard. "Okay, fine! I want you!"
"What was that?" asked America with a roll of his hips.
"I WANT YOU! NOW! TAKE ME, TAKE ME, TAKE ME!" England yelled, punctuating every shout with a punch on America's chest. America chuckled and yanked England up to his lips. The kiss was surprisingly gentle for the circumstances. He felt England return the kiss and he dug his fingers in his hair while the other hand held him up. They broke away and England sighed once again. This time it was a sigh of someone content.
He smiled, tracing America's jaw with his fingertips lovingly. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Of course!" America chirped, ripping his shirt off in one quick motion like a super hero. England's laugh was muffled my America's tongue. England slipped out of his own shirt and before they both knew it, they had managed to shimmy out of their pants and underwear.
They flipped and England looked down on America. He kissed him on the lips swiftly and trailed down his neck. He kissed across his chest, down his stomach, and to his abdomen. He traced his tongue to the inside of his thigh, loving the way America squirmed. England suddenly took America's cock in his mouth, making him gasp at the sudden pressure and warmth.
He pulled back, tracing his tongue up and down it and across the head. After a couple of minutes, America buried his nails into England's scalp and forced his head down. England moaned, letting it bump against the back of his throat. "Oh, Iggy! I'm about to come!"
England drew back quickly and smiled. "Not yet."
The look on America's face… seemed almost frightened. "But…"
"Oh, don't be that way! Do you need me to do it?"
Flip. England was now looking up at America's smile. "Nope!" There wasn't any lube, but he figured all the pre-cum would make it easier. He looked down at England, his green eyes glittering with something. America didn't wonder why he was all of sudden so willing for this to happen. All he could think about was England.
America pushed a couple of fingers in England, stretching the entrance. He took them out and his erection hovered. He gulped silently. Here goes nothing. He pushed in, the tightness and the warmth consuming him. He had each hand on either side of England as England held his legs up on his shoulders. He was grinding back into America, who had started to move.
America felt himself hit the spot that made England scream. England was writhing under him now and America felt light-headed. He slid his hand up and down England's length. He could feel him get tighter and tighter. England was on the point of sobbing as America hit that spot constantly, pressing against his prostate.
England's back arched. "America… I love you. I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!" England came, screaming America's name. That pushed America off the edge and he came with a breathy "I love you, too."
He slid out and they once again shifted again. England was now lying with his head on America's chest. They fell asleep, their hands entwined…
"Oh, bloody hell," groaned England. By the soft blue glow through the curtains, England guessed it was very early morning. He put his hand to his head, wondering if he had gotten drunk that night. He certainly felt like he had a hangover.
He realized with a start he was naked. He realized with horror that he was lying on top of a sleeping America, who was also naked. "WAKE UP, YOU DOLT!"
America jolted awake and regretted it instantly. "My head… Ig- England? What happened?" he asked, equally horrified.
England was about to say that he had no idea, but all of a sudden everything came back in one, big hit. Every moan, kiss, whispered word… He could see by the look in America's eyes that he remembered, too. They held each other's gaze until England took a chance and put his head back down on his chest. There was a frightening moment where America didn't move or talk, but England was comforted when America started stroking his hair.
'This is all so strange,' England thought as he remembered the evening before. The flowery coffee, the attraction, the inhibition, the way he could only think of America, the mind-blowingly awesome sex… America suddenly admitting he returned England's feelings… Something England had never suspected.
Then it all made sense. England had noticed that his potions cabinent was out of order before he had headed out to America's, something he didn't really think anything about until now. It was an obvious, textbook true love potion… It was something that would certainly unite two people who were desperately in love, even if nothing else could. England sat up and swore.
He explained it to America. "This could be dangerous if used on our kind. They could use it to influence international relations, start wars… Whoever it is that slipped us this, we need to make sure they don't do it to anyone else." England looked at America, who seemed shocked. England coughed uncertainly. "Are you with me?" he asked softly.
America grinned. "Of course I am."
~~~~~~~ I didn't want to just put a introduction, so I decided to put the first real chapter. Please review! Please, indeed. I hope you enjoyed it! Is there any characters anyone would love to see?