He felt as light as a feather as he collapsed next to her on the bed. For the next 5 mins or so nothing could be heard but their heavy breathing. Finally Ireland, collecting herself said firmly:
'Good, you had your fun, now get this thing off my wrists'
Her voice snapped England out of his pleasant reverie. 'Damn this woman' he thought. 'How can she be Heaven at times and Hell at others, I will never understand'
But the only thing he said aloud was a stiff 'Righto' before he untied his tie, freeing her hands at last.
He saw her rubbing her numb wrists as he covered himself with the sheets. And then without warning Ireland jumped him. England half in shock was about to throw her off him and the bed but held back when he felt her soft lips on his neck.
'You don't have to thank me…aaaack!', he was cut short by teeth that replaced the lips. He felt Ireland biting him, gently at first, then lick him then bite him harder. She took her sweet time biting and sucking at the same spot, at last purring contently she returned to her place beside him on the bed. While she was drawing the sheets up to her neck, England touched the numb spot lightly. It stung. This could mean one thing.
'Bloody Hell, Ireland, this will leave a mark!'
'Exactly', she replied smugly.
'Are you nuts? How am I supposed to go with that at tomorrow's meeting?'
'Not my problem', there was now something truly obnoxious in her voice beyond her smug tone.
'You….', England started but Ireland rolled over and stood over him.
'Remember…I told you in the beginning of our…game, that I will mark you in order to show to all the whores you may visit in the next few days that I had you first'
England narrowed his eyes in disbelief.
'Really, Ireland? Is that what you think of me? That I would resort into…paid company?'
'You are a degenerate and a pervert, England. Nothing would surprise me'
Instead of a response, England grabbed Ireland's shoulder and rolled them over so he was now on top of her.
'I haven't slept with a single female since our last time together', he said firmly between gritted teeth while looking her straight in the eye.
Ireland could see that he wasn't lying.
'But…but that was two years ago? Surely you…?', she was astounded by this revelation.
'No. Not with a woman at least… But what about you?' , he narrowed his eyes.
'What do you mean?', she replied stiffly.
'You are young, you are single and lots of men, even a dozen other countries desire you… Don't tell me you have stayed 'chaste' all this time?'
'I have indeed', she replied sounding offended, 'My sex drive isn't like yours. I can survive well enough without having some jerk screwing me over'
Inwardly England signed with relief. Even though Ireland was independent for almost 100 years now, he still considered her his thing. And he hated it when people touched his things. Outwardly he said smugly.
'No wonder that you came two times. Or it was three?'
With great satisfaction he watched her blush and turn her head to the side avoiding his gaze.
'It was three actually…', she said sheepishly.
'Aha', England exclaimed triumphantly, 'You came three times when I only came once! Not to mention that I let you come first, as a true gentleman like myself would do'.
'Oh get over yourself, England', she said gruffly as she pushed him off her, 'It is very ironic that you are the country that introduced the way of the 'gentleman' while you act like a scoundrel most of the time'
'Why thank you', he said sarcastically without losing his good mood, 'The fact still remains that you came two times more that I did…I could forgive one…but…now you owe me'
Ireland studied his triumphant expression for a moment before saying decisively and firmly:
'If you are trying to get me to do a morning blowjob, you are sorely mistaken'
'What?', he exclaimed incredulously, astonished at how she saw right through him, 'Why not?'
'Well first, when you came it lasted for so long it can count for two times, second, I never asked you to let me come first, so instead of delaying it and acting like a 'sir' and shit you could have gone ahead and have your release whenever you pleased'
'But you said…'
'I said be gentle…and judging from the way you opened my legs, you weren't. So it should be you owing me!', and with that last remark Ireland turned grudgingly on her side away from England.
England momentarily had the urge to try one more time to talk her into giving him that blowjob, but because he knew her too well, he knew that would be no good. Stubbornness run in the family and if Ireland had made up her mind about something there was no way changing it. But as he was about to turn around as well, he heard Ireland mumbling something softly that he didn't catch. One could never be sure about Ireland, if she started talking in her own language there was no way England could understand her. Nevertheless he was about to give it a try.
'Did you just say something, dear?'
There was a short pause. Then:
'You said that all of this time you haven't been with other woman at least. So you have been with someone'
England for a moment was completely startled then inwardly cursed himself for letting that slip. Curse his honesty; he should better be lying as he did always. But as he was preparing his lie, he suddenly was acutely aware that Ireland had turned his way and was now staring him with those fathomless emerald eyes. How could he lie now that he felt her staring into his very soul? He couldn't.
'I have been with someone, yes', he replied before he was aware that he did.
'A man?',
'Yes'
'Him?'
'Yes', there was no need for names. Both of them knew exactly whom they were talking about.
'Oh…', she exclaimed quietly and England could swear he could hear hurt in her voice.
'But I haven't seen him for two months now…', he started but then stopped abruptly on his own accord. Curse his honesty.
Ireland eyes were unusually bright indicating that she was about to tear up but she held back.
'I…Is he gentle with you at least?', her voice was trembling slightly as she uttered the question.
England was exasperated.
'Ireland please…Don't ask me that. You know I cannot answer it'
Ireland looked almost tearful as he turned away from him. England mentally counted to 10 then carefully approached her. As she showed no sign of shoving him away, he gently curled a hand around her and guided her so that her backside came to rest on the hollow of his body. He felt her stiffen for a split second but then she relaxed and let him guide her to his lap. England found the opportunity to bury his head in her long, curly ginger hair, to smell her earthly scent. She smelled like daisies, roses and freshly cut grass. A unique scent indeed, of heaven and of earth.
'Spoon', she commented on their position, a giggle escaping her lips.
'Yeah', he murmured as their bodies curled together, 'This was your favourite sleeping position as I recall'.
'It still is and it will always be. This is how Scotland and I were sleeping when we were kids'
His heart skipped a beat as he felt a pang of jealously. He knew it was ridiculous to feel this way; Ireland and Scotland's relationship was not a romantic one, but regardless he always couldn't help feeling jealously every single time Ireland uttered a name of someone other than himself.
"The only name I want to hear you say is my name and my name only", he had told her once. And that hadn't changed.
But Ireland seemed to not sense his mood as she went on:
'Really how's my deartháir? How's Scotland doing?'
'He is more than fine', England replied grudgingly, 'Just this morning before I left he kept saying how he will soon be able to attend those meeting as a country himself and made his usual 10 minute rant about freedom and independence'
Ireland was silent for a second. Then she said softly:
'Oh my deartháir... My boss you know, forbid me to utter opinions on his independence campaign. He said that I would only make you mad'
'I assure you; I have too much in my head already to care about what you think!', he spat carelessly.
England felt her cringe in his embrace. Not that she was not used to receive this kind of unpleasantry from England but in this case they both knew this was a blatant lie. England not only cared about what Ireland may have thought but also the prospect of losing a man he could always rely to –namely Scotland- concerned him deeply and if Ireland was supporting openly his notion to leave the UK house, this was too much for him to bear. But he could not afford to admit it. Therefore he would never do it.
England knowing that his last unkindness had ruined the mood, he squeezed her protectively as he found the crook of her neck and started placing soft kisses on it. He felt Ireland tense at first but then she relaxed around him and a soft sign escaped her lips. She let England do as he pleased for a while then she said in low voice;
'Go to sleep England. Tomorrow is going to be a long day for both of us'
'I am not sure I want this night to end', England mumbled sleepily as exhaustion was starting to take over. Sleep was already engulfing him like a heavy but cosy blanket.
'I do not want to wake up pretending nothing happened. I love you Ireland', but at this point he was not entirely sure if he was saying these words or he was dreaming of saying them.
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deartháir: it means 'brother' in Irish
Ok I think I have some explaining to do. Yes indeed England and Ireland are technically brother and sister but I don't classify it as incest because they are countries and their relations are far more complicated than mere humans. And if we really want to be technical in my headcannon England is only Ireland's half-brother.
I hope all noticed the USUK here... yes America is England's mysterious lover. I know my headcannon is kinda confusing but if you have a question please ask it in the reviews and I will make a chapter with the answers.
*UPDATE* I changed the bit where Ireland supports Scotland's view on Independence because I found out recently that the Irish Taoiseach (that's how Prime Minister is called in Ireland, pretty awesome right?) had made a statement that the Irish state would not support nor express opinions on Scottish Referendum for Independence in order to keep good relations with UK and 'not making the English mad'. XD
So as I always make headcannons based on history and politics I wanted to correct this one part.
I also read your reviews people! They are so cute! Thanks a billion for your support! I will make a 5th chapter to answer them! 4th and final chapter will be uploaded soon!
