America slept on the couch that night, countries randomly checking on him from time to time. Prussia had complained about sleeping in the 'so un-awesome' chair he had been occupying so Prussia, Germany, and France went to sleep in America's bed instead. How they all were able to fit, America didn't know. All he knew was that they were infesting his bed with foreign cooties. SO NOT FAIR. England slept on the chair closest to the couch, rope in hand, while Canada slept on the floor with a blanket and an America-smelling pillow.
He couldn't help but have nightmares about the horrible things he had been forced to watch for hours that day. When he wasn't having a nightmare, his mind kept thinking about the cavity and what tomorrow would be like with every single country crammed into his house! It felt like his mind was going to implode when England got off of his chair with sleepy eyes and walked over to the window to open the curtains, light unfurling its mighty wrath upon the sleepless American huddled on the couch. There were deep lines sketched beneath his eyes from the sleep he didn't get that night. America could hear Canada slowly get off the floor and England walk to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, along the way yelling up the stairs "FROG! GERMANY! PRUSSIA! WAKE UP!" in an oh-so-pleasant tone.
"When does this stupid meeting start?" Alfred asked Matthew who had gotten to his feet looking for his polar bear. "Um…I think it starts at noon but I guarantee you that most of the countries will be here before then. In fact, I think I see Russia heading up the walkway right now." Canada squinted out the window and confirmed himself that it really was Russia, carrying his infamous pipe and a sunflower.
"COME IN! YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO KNOCK, IDIOT!" America was already starting to get pissed. To have to deal with Ivan in the morning at his house was not going to be fun. Russia came inside and shut the door quietly behind him, a childish smile fixed onto his face as he looked at the tied American. "This flower for you, Amerika. I heard you have cavity! I wish to see them drill hole in your teeth, how fun!"
America couldn't help but notice how Ivan's face looked like this ^w^ when he said that.
Eyes narrowing, America shifted in his seat so that Russia had a worse view of his bonds, knowing that the Russian would just love to see him tied up. Maybe he'd even take the opportunity to smack him with his pipe. "Thank you Russia. That was very nice of you to bring America this sunflower. I'll go get a vase." America silently pleaded Canada to stay in the room but his mind communications weren't working, for Canada left without even a glance back at America's new torture.
The room was silent. Russia sat down next to America on the couch, oblivious to the other available chairs. "So, Amerika…I see you are tied up. Were you naughty? I would not mind helping punish you if that is case. I brought pipe! It is smooth, yet hurts like hell. Want to feel?" Russia was smiling to the fullest, creepiest extent. It was such an enjoyable sight to see little America tied before him. The pipe ached to be unleashed on the vulnerable nation but he used all possible self-control to keep from fulfilling his desires. He couldn't hit America with his pipe, at least not in his own home.
"No, I don't want to feel your stupid pipe. Bet it feels as cold as your cock! Cold and lifeless! AHAHAHAHA!" America was laughing so hard at his own joke, wishing he could wipe the tears from his eyes but his bound hands denied him. Russia continued to smile at the foolish country. "I am sure mine is bigger than yours, though. You are probably as small as stem of sunflower I brought for you. Wouldn't that be a site? Ha ha ha!" Russia found himself to be quite amusing at times. Not as amusing as pain inflicted on others but still. America's face scowled at the Russian bastard sitting next to him on his couch. He was about to attempt to free his hands again so as to punch him in the face but England came into the room at that moment.
"Oh, Russia, you're here! So nice of you to come early! Would you like some breakfast too? ...what were you two talking about?" England was eyeing the smiling Russian and still scowling American. "Mm, just sunflowers. They are nice, da?" Russia turned to America. "Yes. Their stems are HUGE! AS BIG AS AIRPLANES!" America stubbornly answered. Arthur had no clue what America was talking about but he untied his rope from the leg of a chair and walked America to the kitchen table where Canada, France, Germany, and Prussia were already waiting. The three sat down, Arthur loosening Alfred's bonds enough to let him eat.
America could see the stupid sunflower sitting on the table in the vase Canada had found. He wished it would just die in front of him but then he noticed the size of the stem. It may not have been big in circumference but it was LONG! "Hahaha! You see, my cock is way more gorgeous than yours!" America said delightedly to Russia who was seated next to him. Russia chuckled as America realized what he had said in front of the other countries who had no clue what they had been talking about earlier. He blushed as he silently ate the eggs and pancakes England had cooked, controlling his gag reflexes. Not only were they disgusting because England made them but there were no chocolate chips in them either! The eggs weren't even covered in cheese! How could England forget the most important part of both delicacies?
"You fergot the choclet cheeps." England could barely understand America with his mouth full of pancake but still replied, "You do not need chocolate in everything you eat, America. That is actually extremely unhealthy. I cooked this all from scratch!" The nations gathered around the table moaned in unison. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL? ARE YOU UNGRATEFUL TO ME THAT I COOKED ALL YOU GITS BREAKFAST?"
Breakfast was interrupted though, as a knock on the door filtered through the house. England went to go see who was there. Anything to get away from the blokes laughing about his tasty food! "Ah! Italy! Japan! So glad you could come." The countries collected their plates and cleaned the kitchen, not wishing to be eating while other nations started coming to America's house for the world meeting. Soon enough, every country was clustered into the tiny house. Nations sat in chairs, on the staircase, on the floor, in rooms close enough to hear the conversations, even on top of tables and desks placed neatly around the room. Germany got up to start the meeting like usual.
England's turn arrived shortly and instead of doing the speech he had planned, he decided to talk about more pressing matters. "Well everyone. As I am sure you have already heard, America has a cavity and it is our job to make sure that he gets a filling. I have tied him up to make sure he doesn't escape and I would like to ask you all to help. Pleas-" "WTF DUDE? WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT MY FREAKING CAVITY TO ALL OF THEM? THAT'S SO HUMILIATING!" America was done. He was fed up with the child-like treatment he was receiving and wanted to get away. He jumped up from his chair and pulled as hard as he could on the rope tying him to this hell. Strands started to snap as the rope slowly broke in front of all of the countries' eyes. America bolted out of the room, rushing to the door while pushing Austria and Cuba out of the way. He was almost there, to freedom! The freedom he had fought for so many years ago! The justice he had won in battle against Eng-
"ow! H-hey!" Alfred hadn't noticed the pipe Russia had stretched in front of his face as he was running. His head hit it at a weird angle and he crumpled to his knees, the Russian laughing at his pain. The countries were flustered from America's fruitless escape and many jumped at once trying to find new rope to bind him with. Austria grabbed his arms while England walked up to America who was still kneeling on the floor. The situation seemed vaguely familiar but this time, the rope in England's hands had been replaced with handcuffs. America closed his eyes, tired from lack of sleep and wanting to leave his body for the rest of the week. He decided of his own free will to sleep right there in Austria's arms because heroes never faint.
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He awoke with a start. The cold pressing against his wrists above him while his arms rested at uncomfortable angles above his head. Alfred realized he was still standing but now his hands had been handcuffed above his head, more rope tying the handcuffs to the ceiling of the room where all the countries had been holding their meeting. What a weird position. It seemed as if anyone could do whatever they wanted to him and he wouldn't be able to struggle at all. Well, maybe if he could get a good kick at their nuts or something but that would be a little difficult in this situation.
America looked around the room; apparently, the meeting had still been going on while he had been sleeping. England noticed him first with a kind of "Oh, what a surprise to see you hanging from the ceiling!" sort of expression which was stupid since it was probably England's doing in the first place. "Why, hello America! I see you have woken up! That's good. Well, we have already decided on your next punishment for escaping again."
"Wha? ANOTHER ONE? Dude, I'm handcuffed and tied to the ceiling! Why do I need a stupid punishment when this is already embarrassing enough!" America glared at England. "Well knowing you, you'd probably try a fifth time just to make it an odd number and if you're not punished, then you don't see what you've done wrong! So we all decided that your punishment would be hugs."
"…"
"'Hugs?' you may be thinking but I'm saying a hug from every country. You're going to be like that for a while. Plus, I know what France is capable of when left to an exposed victim and there are probably more countries secretly like that too."
Yeah, yourself included, America thought. So the meeting went on as America was tied to the ceiling and being hugged by random countries who switched off every five minutes. They each were only supposed to get one turn but France managed to get in seven times. Each time cupping Alfred's ass and whispering dirty things in his ear, earning a blush from the American.
Some hugs he got were pretty awkward like when Russia came and hugged him, completely silent except for the light tap on America's legs from his pipe he was still holding. It was as if he was giving him a silent threat and he probably was enjoying the thin layer of fear barely visible in America's eyes.
Japan's hug was dreadfully boring. It was barely even considered a hug since the dude liked his personal space. His chest was literally inches away from America's and his arms didn't really touch America at all. At one point, he saw no one hugging him but felt a weird eerie presence as if someone was giving him a hug but he just couldn't see them. He saw a polar bear near his feet and wondered where Canada was.
Prussia's hug was probably the third worse (France= 1st, Russia= 2nd). He thought it would be funny to tickle America since America had no way of hiding his ticklish spots anyways. At first he wasn't dead silent, trying desperately to hold in his laughter so as not to satisfy the other but he couldn't help it. Prussia tickled America's side and America burst out laughing , the meeting interrupted.
All eyes turned to America as Prussia tickled him and Alfred laughed totally un-hero like. He wished he wasn't tied up but the bonds were too tight so his arms stayed stretched in midair, his tickle spots unguarded and accessible. Prussia noted how sensitive and ticklish America was. He hadn't expected that from the 'hero' but sometimes he did seem to surprise him on occasion.
"Kesesese~ You are so ticklish America! Do you enjoy being tickled by the awesome Prussia?"
"D-dude…pfft…s-stop…tickling me! I don't e-enjoy it! Hahahahaha!"
America's arms were growing very tired from the extra struggling he was now doing and he realized he still had billions of countries to get hugs from. It was going to be a long meeting. Prussia finally stopped America's tickle torture and sat back down in his chair while smirking up at the panting American. He was a very good tickler.
The day went on and on. America's punishment being dragged out because multiple countries wanted a second hug and England thought that that would be a splendid idea! America was really pissed when he was finally untied from the ceiling and instead tied to the couch again, still handcuffed. The day had been spent and most nations were trying to find places to sleep in America's house or pillows and blankets.
America ended up sharing the couch with Russia who refused to sleep on the floor. It was kind of awkward but America being the hero didn't say anything about it. He turned his head and saw Prussia watching him with a creepy…almost perverted expression. Absentmindedly, America crawled into a ball to hide as many of his tickle spots as possible. Looking over at England, he could see him drooling over some pictures. What a weird dude.
Okay, I know I'm weird but I just had to add some tickling! I always thought it would be funny and cute if Alfred was tickled and it kinda seems like he would be ticklish. Prussia just ended up being the best choice of tickler. Seriously, can't you guys imagine Prussia tickling America? AM I RIGHT? Fine, nevermind. But I hope you all liked this chapter. I think I'll probably be making the next one tomorrow when I get back from getting my cavity filled. Wish me luck! FAREWELL! d TT_TT b
