He was as drunk as a pirate. It was enjoyable nonetheless.


England groaned when he felt a headache was creeping from the back of his head all the way to the front, indicating that he did some drinking last night. Whether he drank a lot or only had half a shot, he could not remember. All he remembered was how hard it was raining and how cold it was prior to blacking out. The warmth that he felt right now, however, was nice and the hand that was massaging his poor scalp was even better.

Wait…

All of a sudden, England's eyes opened, which revealed to him a naked (Name) massaging his head.

"W-what are you doing naked in my room?!" He shouted while backing away from her.

(Name) smiled teasingly at the Brit and prowled towards him. "You have your information wrong, my good sir. We're in my room and you were the one who stripped me naked, England." She gestured to the clothes that lay ripped on the floor. "Your pirate accent was quite sexy as well," she added.

"A-as a gentleman, I'd never do that to a lady such as yourself!" He stuttered whilst attempting to make sense of the whole situation.

The intensity of her gaze not only terrified the green-eyed Englishman, causing him to look away from her, but also turned him on quite a bit, which caused her to smirk up seeing his "Big Ben" standing up proudly under the sheets that pooled around his waist.

"You forget that your demeanor changes when you drink, love," she teased. "It turns out that when you drink rum, you revert back to your pirate personality," she purred.

Never had England thought that he could get any redder than right now.

Upon making contact with the headboard behind him, the Brit sucked in his breath in apprehension. In turn, (Name) gave him a soft smile and reached for his hand and squeezed it in a comforting manner.

"You also said that you loved me," she whispered, causing the blonde man to freeze. With her other hand, (Name) ran her fingers through his hair. "I hope you mean it."

England felt his resolve slowly build up and he finally worked up the courage to look her in the eye. "Yes, I mean it. I really do love you, (Name)…" He mumbled, a light blush coating his cheeks.

Slowly, the two leaned towards each other and kissed in a chaste manner.

"Would you like me to help you remember last night?"

"No. I'd rather show you how a gentleman makes love to his lady."