Prolog
World meeting? More like War.
It all started on Monday when England and America had started an argument, that ended up lasting through the week.
It was Friday now.
The nations knew the two "lovers" were too stubborn to say it, so instead of Alfred asking England out,
he ended up, criticizing him which started this war.
The nations were fine with it as each day. they fought like cats and dogs, but when the bombs and grenades came out,
they stopped them.
Like I said, today was Friday. Let's begin.
England's POV
That bastard's is going to get it today.
Oh god, he looked sexy that Tuesday.
America's POV
Heh, England won't know what hit him.
If only he stop talking with that accent, oh god, I could work better.
{AN: As you can see, they are on each other, like cat and dog sick love.}
England's POV
I sat in my usual seat glaring at that scumbag of an American, eating his hamburger,
or should I say, diabetes ticket, with that filthy smirk of his.
"A few more minutes," I snickered.
America's POV
What's that bastard smirking for? Probably insulting my edible food.
I can't wait to bring him down.
Countries POV
The countries watched as the two glared at each other. Surprisely, the guns haven't come out yet.
"Take this you bloody bastard!" England shouted.
We spoke too soon.
A burnt of god knows what, was thrown at America's face, pushing him over in his chair.
"Feel the sweet victory on your face, Alfred F. Jones," England smirked, taunting.
America burst up and grabbed whatever off his face.
"Oh that's it, you're going down bitch," and America ran down the table and launched for England.
You could literally hear cat and dog sounds coming from those two.
Everyone left and decided to put an end to this, so they locked the door.
England's POV
I was busy knocking sense into America when I heard a lock snap.
America's POV
I was dodging England's punches as they came toward my face because at some point in the fight,
he wrapped his legs around my waist, me hoisting him up, while fighting to the death.
"Alfred did you hear that?"
"What your imaginary friends?"
Oh god, his legs felt good.
He didn't notice but I stroke one of them.
England's POV
I realized by now, what position I was in and was he stroking my leg? Good heavens that felt good.
"The door, I think it's locked," and he dropped me on the floor.
America's POV
I walked over to the door, leaving a cursing Brit on the floor and tried to open the door.
"Dudes, let me out, it's England's fault!"
England's POV
After I dusted myself off, I walked over to where America was.
"Dudes let me out, it's England's fault!" My fault!
"You bastard, it's your fault!" and then we started arguing when France on the other side spoke up.
"You will not be let out, until you two let your sexual tentions out, so this stupid love war can end."
"What are you talking about frog!"
"Just make out already, I have a date goodbye!"
"Get your french arse back here!" I screamed.
America's POV
"Jesus, can you be any louder," I complained.
"Oh, I'm sorry, is my voice too intelligent for your tiny brain, full of those disgusting burgers."
He did not just go there.
"Saids the guy, who can't hold his liquor," I smirked.
England's POV
Oh he wants to bring up the past, well . . .
"At least I'm not a bastard who leaves his fellow nation just because of Independence,"
"Who said it was for Independence."
We both stared at each other, at our throats.
When suddenly we were in a passionate kiss, oh god, it felt good, his hands on my back, hips.
America's POV
Soon we were making out man.
I gave him the American treatment, his hands in my hair and oh, his moans turned me on, I grabbed his hips.
England's POV
He picked me up and laid me on the table, hovering me and we continued.
I could feel my face heat, and soon my old pirate side came out.
America's POV
I could feel his tongue challenging mine, but I soon won dominance.
I could feel his warm body, against mine.
We separated, both panting.
I gazed at him.
England's POV
I looked up into those blue eyes, panting.
"Alfred,"
"Yeah?"
"I love you,"
He smiled and gave me a short sweet kiss. "Me too."
We got off the table, and headed toward the door, it was unlocked.
"Iggy your a good kisser," he smirked.
"It's England and you sir are," and I leaned in for a another.
I hope you enjoy these four sucky one shots. Bye.