A/N: If you've read Chapter 1 and are actually giving this story a chance, I love you.


"A-Ahh…!"

America smirked.

"Gosh, Arthur; it sounds almost as if you want us to get caught…"

England, unable to form even a slightly dignified response ever since America had broken from his stupor and began creating merciless friction upon the Briton, answered the other Nation by wrapping his arms around America's neck and squeaked, "No."

America suppressed a shudder from England's hot breath in his ear and bantered;
"'No,' as in you don't wanna do this anymore…?"

Teasing the other, America's hand strayed from its original purchase on England to the British Nation's hips where his left hand already resided on the parallel to keep England in place, America arched slightly to meet England's front and grinded furiously.

England gave a gasp and a short moan--

America,ohgodohgodohgodohgod...!!, England thought--

Or, you know, he thought he thought, but ended up moaning, for thought naut be processed when he's got America underneath him, grinding every which way on purchase he can get on England's clothed length...--

and America moaned beside him.

A bit after they had switched to their new position for delicious passion, one of America's hands strayed again, this time from a side of England's hip back to England's groin where he'd unbuttoned and unzipped the other Nation's trousers before slipping his hand beneath the waistband of England's boxers.

England moaned loudly in need and all thoughts of the possibility that the two could be caught in the act at a McDonald's restroom of all places vanished abruptly because it just felt so good...

England shifted his hips upward from America's lap and leaned forward more to create more room for America's hand as the American Nation stroked the other's length and England's breath came out in short gasps.

I-I'm not going to last very long, now...

As if reading his thoughts--

(Or perhaps England had voiced them again)--

America paused his hand and coaxed England's arms off from their hold around the American's neck.

"Wh--?" England began, confused as America stood from his seat.

"Turn around."

England did so as America got down before him on the tiled ground of the stall.

The American tilted his head slightly, innocently, and asked;

"Can I suck you off?"

England moaned in want--

"Yes."--

and America didn't waste any time and quickly pulled England's boxers down farther so they'd reach the knee and wouldn't be of a bother during the process, but ended up pooling around his ankles anyway, before America leaned in.

England quickly grasped at the American's hair, the golden locks twined in the British Nation's fingers, and brought his legs up to wrap around America's abdomen tightly, as if trying to bring the American Nation even closer to his length.

If England thought he wouldn't last long before; he most certainly wasn't going to last very long now.

England's jaw began to feel lax as he was brought closer and closer to release as America was doing wonderful things with his tongue and oh, he didn't want this moment to end--

"A-A-Alfred..." He whimpered breathlessly, feeling a dangerous coiling brew inside him, "Alfred..."

"Al-!Alfred...!" England gasped before shutting his eyes tightly and releasing.

Momentarily, England sat there trying to regain his cerebral footing as America pulled away from his softening length.

America looked up at the spent Briton and smirked.

England caught his gaze and blushed a deep red.

"Git."

--

England blushed as he did in his memory of the infamous McDonalds outing and snapped back to reality to where America was chattering animatedly about it.

"And you fell asleep after it, too!"

"I what!?" England turned to the other Nation, blushing even more than before, if possible.

"Oh yeah," America mused, "you're like, so old an' stuff so I tuckered you out because I'M AWESOME AND YOUNG AND A TOTAL SEX GOD so I had to carry you out of there and take you home so you could sleep~! Ahahaha~!"

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" England fumed, even though, yeah, it was kind of... just a little... maybe all... true....

"At least I didn't leave you there, old man!" America gave out another laugh before putting his arm around England's shoulders and pulling him into a hug.

"Getoffame," England protested, muffled by America's jacket, so America didn't notice he'd even spoke.

America let go of the other after a moment and sigh happily.

"Let's go home Iggy~!" He trilled, beginning to make his way to the direction of the car, England trailing close behind.

"You know," England began to muse, "I don't think you got off last time."

"Eh~?" America turned mid-step, "Whatta ya talking about, Iggy?"

England strode up to America and grabbed his forearms and began pushing the other backward.

"Uh-uh-uh, Iggy? Why are you looking at me like that?" America looked behind him, then back at England, then back behind him as he was still being pushed by the Briton with a gleam in his eye, "Wh-- OH GOD YOU'RE GOING TO ATTACK ME AGAIN AREN'T YOU? DAMMIT, YOU HORNY OLD MAN--!!"

America quieted as his back came in contact with their car they were looking for in the vast parking lot.

"It wasn't fair to leave you hanging like that, Alfred," England murmured, voice husky, "I'll take care of you this time."

England grabbed America's jacket and brought him forward from the car enough so he could reach around and open the door to the back seat before shoving America in.

"Jeez, do ya hafta be so rough!?" America began, but England showed little attention to his words as pounced atop the other and kissed America hungrily.

After a bit of the kissing, America flipped their positions and was now onto of England.

"Why'd you do that?" England growled between another kiss.

"You were acting dominant. It was weird. Because you're all scrawny and stuff." That response which just made England angrier.

After America spoke, he pulled out of a kiss and abruptly got out of the car and closed the door before rounding over to the driver's seat.

"Why the hell did you get up!?" England demanded, sitting up in the back as the engine started.

America scoffed. "I'm not going to have sex in a parking lot! That's so disgusting!"

"But sex in a McDonalds is all fine and dandy!?"

"Uh-huh!"

England face-palmed.