God, what a long day. My boss did not let up on me one bit, The tea shop down by my work was out of scones and I got caught in the rain without my umbrella coming home. After a day like that all I wanted to do when I got home was take a shower, have a cup of tea, and go to bed. What was to come was not expected. I went straight to my bedroom to change out of my wet clothes and then, I found America sit on my bed, going through my most private possessions.
"Dude, You wanna explain this?" America said with the most serious face I had seen him make since he tried explaining to the world that aliens are real.
My mind went blank. Yes, those stories were about America but many of them I never expected to come close to happening. They were written in the heat of the moment. Nothing more then a daydream placed on paper. Half of those notebooks I hadn't seen since I had put them in that closet.
"I'm waiting," America crossed his arms and made an irritated, almost angry face.
My mouth was still dry and I couldn't think of the words to make this right.
"I- I- ..It's Your fault America! Why are you in my bloody house anyway!" I retaliated at him.
"That's not important!" America barked back.
" I think it's quite important! Now tell me the meaning of this or get out!" I hollered at him.
"I.. was sorta looking for your Harry Potter books-"
"In my closet? I have a library you dumbass!"
"Let me finish! I was looking for them.. then I ended up in your closet..."
"WHAT?" I balled my fist, "your story sounds like you made it up, America!"
"NO QUESTIONS!" He picked up one of my notebooks, "now what's this?"
"I told you its nothing! Just put it back America and we can forget all of this," I tried to reason with him.
"Naw dude, don't think so. This is NOT nothing," He open the notebook up to a random page and began reading, "'England, I can't stand being alone anymore. I hate being alone in my bed at night. It's so cold, England. Please England, please spend the rest of your life in my bed,'" America gave me the most unamused face then flip to another place in the book, "'Oh England, you're so strong! I just- I just want you inside me! Please England!' What. The. Hell?"
"I-I uh I..." I really don't know what I was trying to say.
"I WOULD NEVER SAY THAT. NEVER. If anything I want to be inside you," America said. I couldn't tell if he was being serious or it was just the heat of the moment.
"W-what?" I sputtered.
"You heard me," America stood up and crossed his arms, "I do not bottom. No matter how many times you write the same thing- Well I mean you did use A LOT of different positions but- I was still catcher in all of them. Like dude. No. Just- no. Heroes don't bottom."
"A-ameri-ca, I- that's none of your business alright?" I could feel my face heat up in temperature, "beside I-i didn't expect any of that to happen. Just give it back and we forget this."
"nah."
"What?"
"Nah. I'll keep it. It'll teach little mister I-think-I-top. A lesson," He stuck his tongue out at me and made that cheesy expression of his.
Who does he think he is? I felt vexed and embarrassment decoct underneath my skin. The truth was that I had traded the places with him in these stories... I hadn't thought about America that way since the end of the 50's.
"haha, dude if ya really wanna sleep with me you're gonna have to bottom," He laughed, "You up for it?" He taunted.
Somehow my mouth slipped and I growled in a low tone, "fine, America."
"What dude?" He said stunned.
"You heard me you, git," where in God's name was this coming from? I had been writing this damn smut for ages, I've never had the courage to man up to it, but here I am now.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait You saying you wanna have sex?" America asked.
"You just spent what I am guessing is hours, reading about my darkest fantasies...and your asking me that?" I sighed.
"Man, I always knew you had a thing for the hero," He winked.
"Never would have guessed," I rolled my eyes. What an idiot. How could I fall for a dumbass like him? He acts like everythings so shocking...Yet keeping calm at the same it. It's quite aggravating...
A/N: Okay so I'm not too good at Iggys point of view BUT Imma gonna make the last chapter in americas again so DON'T WORRY. Is it sad that my editor is my America? V.V; man I suck at I'll see ya next chapter! (I hope)