America woke up at the girl's house with a major headache. Wait…this wasn't even a house…it was a motel…and she was gone. America sighed and thanked god that he was a country and not a regular human. He shook his head and the head ache disappeared. Slowly he stood up and headed for his clothes that were thrown on a chair when a whisper came to his head.

"England…."

America blinked once and then twice. "England…" he mumbled. He looked at the cell phone that looked like it was going to fall out of his pants. He picked it up and looked at his history. One call from him to England…Did he even remember calling him last night? America thought hard and remembered the conversation. He had asked if he needed lube to do it with a girl. England said no and was right about not needing it…

Click click clickity-click

America started typing England's number and when it started ringing he brought it to his ear and waited for that familiar voice of his former guardian. Why did he want to hear it so badly at that moment? The thought of England talking in that accent of his sent shivers down his spine that made America shake his head vigorously. No! No no no! He so didn't think of England like that. No, he didn't think of men that way in general!

Yes he had tried to 'invade' Canada once but that was a favor to his boss who wanted to control Canada and he so didn't wanna go back to doing that with any man! America liked boobs, big ones. And girls with small waists and big butts…yeah…he so wasn't interested in guys with choppy blonde hair and emerald green eyes that shined when the sunlight hit them just right…or that porcelain skin that must have been covered in scars from past wars and battles….

"Hullo?

"Uh, hey Iggy! What's up?"

"Well, you just woke me up from a fairly good dream. Why?"

"Well I was just wondering. Hey could you come pick me up from this motel?"

"Why are you in a motel?"

"Well…the chick from yesterday kinda abandoned me here last night."

"And why should I help you now?"

"Cause you love me~"

"I…I don't love you!"

"Cause I love you then~"

"I…I well…*sigh*what's the name of the motel that you're in?"

"Uh…It's the motel 6 by the place where we all meet yesterday."

"Very well, I'll meet you there in about 20 minutes. Don't do anything stupid until I get there, bye.*click*"

"*click*"

America set down his phone on the bed and sat down on the edge. He looked at his arm that showed goose bumps that were on his wrist and worked its way to his shoulder. This feeling he was getting, was it all because of England? Just England talking like he usually would? "Gah!" America cried out in frustration. He put his head between his hands and groaned. Why was he thinking these things now? He never EVER thought like this before!

America decided that he couldn't think of that kinda stuff now, he needed to get changed and head down to the front so he could wait for England. He started getting changed into his regular t-shirt and jeans with some really old converse. He was glad the woman didn't take anything of his, the last thing he needed was getting robbed. When he got out of the room he saw another person leaving a room to. America's eyebrows furrowed and he tried remembering who that person was. He looked so familiar…

"Canada?" He cried running to his brother. Canada didn't see America coming so he jumped. "O-Oh, Al! W-what are you doing here?" He asked. "Well, that girl who took me home brought me here and…yeah. What about you? Last night you were with Prussia weren't you? Did he bring you here or something?" Canada's eyes filled with tears and he nodded. "Whoa! Mat! What's wrong?" America asked really concerned for his brother.

Canada started crying and said, "H-he…Prussia brought me here last night and we…we did it and it was amazing Al!" TMI…America thought but didn't say, his brother looked bad enough. "And w-when we were done I told Prussia I l-loved him but he didn't say it back! Then I woke up this morning and he was gone!"

America opened his arms to give Canada a hug and Canada took the hug. America could feel the tears from Canada's face start to soak his shirt and he said, "Hey, dude. You should come home with me and England, ok? You don't look that well to drive. Plus we'll be at Germany's place for a few more days so we can get your car later." Canada wiped his puffy red eyes and nodded. Truthfully, he didn't wanna drive either.

The two brothers made their way to the front of the motel and waited for England, they weren't waiting that long because naturally England was never late. America opened the passenger seat for Canada and England asked, "Canada? What's wrong? You're crying!" Canada sniffled and before he could reply, America climbed in the back seat and said, "Prussia being the d-bag he usually is." England growled and said, "I'm going to have a talk with that guy the next meeting…"

"No! A-Arthur!" Canada said to him. England looked at the country and saw that even though Canada was hurt, he still cared about the former nation. England sighed defeated and said, "Very well, I'll drop you off at your hotel then."

The three rode in silence and when they dropped Canada off, America took the passenger seat. The two started driving in silence back to the hotel, but then America said, "Prussia's so gonna get his ass kicked…no one hurts my brother like that…" England sighed and replied. "Well it is Prussia so I'm not that surprised that this happened to Canada, but…you should at least respect Canada's wishes and not fight with him."

America sighed and crossed his arms. Exactly like a child would….England thought to himself with a smile. America looked at England from the corner of his eyes and noticed England's features. That green gaze that was focused on the road, the slender frame of his body, and the nape of his neck that he seriously wanted to mark because it looked so flawless! America blushed and shook his head. 'Damn those thoughts! ' America screamed in his head.

"Are you alright?" England asked noticing America's uneasiness and was a little worried, but not entirely. The fairy from last night had said that she would put America under a spell that would make him fall in love with England, but he didn't know if the spell would automatically work or would it be a long term thing.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine dude just a super bad head ache! Yeah! It really really hurts!" America said to England with a slight blush and horrible acting skills. England chuckled a bit and said, "Well, if you have such a bad headache, I have some Advil in my back pocket if you're in that much pain. You can get it though, I'm still driving." America's blue eyes went a bit wide and he turned away and said, "N-nah! I'll be fine till we get to the hotel! I'm the hero! After all! The hero doesn't succumb to pain that easily!"

"Fine fine, but don't get mad at me if your headache worsens." England said sighing as he stopped the car because of a red light. England sighed and took the Advil out of his back pocket anyways and handed it to America. "Hold it then, and take two if it gets worse." He said frowning a bit. America sighed, there wasn't stopping Iggy when he wanted to do something or help someone. He reluctantly took the little tube of Advil and heeled on to it tightly.

The car started moving again when the light turned green and America piped up, "Have you ever done it with someone?" England turned bright red and said in a hurry, "W-why…what's with the sudden question about sex?" America shrugged. Truthfully, he didn't know where that had come from either, the words just popped out of his mouth at random.

"W-well, if you're really curious if I have…yes." England said blushing even redder. "Who with?" America asked looking at England dead on. The feel of those blue eyes on his cheek made England gulp dryly, what was the harm of telling America about his former sex life? He sighed and said, "W-well…Scotland…my oldest brother kind of raped me during one of our battles, then France raped me, then Spain but I raped Spain to show him who was the boss but don't tell Romano! Um…I think India when he was getting older, one night when I was drunk, Canada, oh and China during the Opium Wars, and Germany during the air raids and-"

"STOP!" America cried in a loud voice. England blinked a few times at America's outburst and then looked down. "Yes…sorry. It must be weird to see your former guardian and friend being the whore of the world…I'll stop now don't worry." He said looking away from America. But that was the thing, America wasn't freaked out with the idea of England being like the whore of Europe, he actually had a feeling that England was kinda like that. But what he didn't want to hear was the names of all those lucky countries that got to touch and kiss that pale white skin and rock their hips against the Brit's, and hearing England screaming in pleasure, dear god he wanted England to scream his name. It didn't matter which name either! Alfred F. Jones or America, either way he would have been oozing with joy!

America blushed and took that thought out of his head. What was with him today! D-did he actually like England like that? He gulped and decided to take the Advil. He opened the bottle and took out two. Since there wasn't anything to drink it with, he just swallowed it dry. "Did your headache get worse then?" England asked not looking at the American. America nodded stiffly. "Can you put it back in my back pocket then? Please?" England asked. America blinked once or twice and the thought came to him…if he put it in England's pocket, he could touch that ass of his…

"S-sure then…" America mumbled as he slowly reached over to have his hand behind England's back. England tensed up as the large hand went down his back and stayed at the top of his arse. Quickly, America put the Advil tube back in England's back pocket and put his hand on his lap. 'That wasn't what I expected…' England thought. Maybe this spell thing was long termed after all. England sighed and continued to drive.

The two countries finally reached their hotel and America sighed and got out of the car. England did the same. The two walked to the elevator and England pressed the number 6 and America pressed the number 4. "Hey dude, thanks for the ride back! Means a lot." America said to the smaller island nation. England looked up to America and said, "Well, you're welcome, but be more careful next time will you! Be happy that you're not human because if she had a disease or something you could have gotten sick or died or something! Where would we all be then?" England said to the younger taller nation sternly. America rolled his eyes and looked down to the smaller nation to say something annoying and kinda childish back, but he stopped.

England did look worried about him…very very worried. America sighed and patted England's head gently. His hair was so soft, just like a girls…"Sorry then, I'll be more careful next time ok?" America said in a voice that sounded weird for him. It was serious. England blushed and pushed the hand off of his head. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. "Well! I gotta go Iggy! I'll see ya later 'kay? Let's grab some dinner or something tonight!" America said as he walked out. "Well, alright then. I'll see you tonight then." England said to him. America turned to look at the Brit and smiled that smile that seemed to get England every damn time. Then the doors closed and the elevator started moving again.

"Did you all see that?" England said trying to hold in his excitement. Flying Mint bunny appeared out of nowhere as usual and said, "Yes! He definitely is starting to feel some things for you!" England smiled gladly and said, "I wonder what's going to happen tonight? Maybe heated kissing or groping or maybe…oh, dear god both of those would be absolutely wonderful!" England said smiling. "And did you see how mad he got when I told him how many people I've done it with! Jealousy was dripping off of him!" Flying Mint Bunny nodded and listened to England talking about what might happen tonight or what America looked and acted like in the car. When the elevator stopped on England's floor he walked to his room and sat on the bed with a sigh.

"America is so amazing! I just can't wait for tonight!" England cried out in happiness. Flying Mint Bunny sighed and perched his mint colored body on a lamp shade and sighed, 'This might not turn out good...' he thought sadly.


BadApple123's Randomness: So yup! This took me a while and a lot of procrastinating! I did like half of this today and I started this chapter 2 weeks ago I think! Any who about the other couples that are in this chapter I'll explain that right now.

PruCan is a couple I've always liked but until now (thanks to a certain RP I'm in) this might be a crack pairing of PruNor (Prussia and Norway) but there might only be hints of that. And for the ones that England was either raped by or raped, were combinations of EnglandxEveryone that I could find on such short notice! There might be hints of other couples in here like RussiaxChina or Spammo or PoLiet but that will be for later! But whatever! I'll end this for now!

ASTA LA PASTA~

(p.s to all my Terra Sigma friends, HI!