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WARNING: Perhaps some swearing, maybe a little bit of violence, perchance a portion of HOMOSEXUALITY! Nah I'm just pulling your chain (never actually used that before, I think I like it). Wait, I'm pulling you chain about pulling your chain, there will be gay lurve in this. And swearing and violence… and… brief nudity. BRIEF!
A/N: I can't keep being like, "Well this chapter was three months late too!" and I feel like I owe you all some sort of explanation for dropping off the face of the earth. I have a another story in Assassin's Creed, and some very mean people kept flaming it and sending me PM's to take it off the site and how I was a really bad writer and shouldn't be wasting everyone's time by posting my work and they happened to time it perfectly with some really bad personal problems that had been going on in my life. Embarrassing as it is, I let them get to me and put that story on hiatus and couldn't find motivation to continue with any of my other stories. Thankfully I got a lot of support from many people on FF and decided that I needed to get off my ass and start writing. In short this chapter is dedicated to the many people who made me realize I was being a wuss. I really needed it, so thank you. I love you!
NOTE: To clarify a few things, every chapter a few years pass, because the way I see it if you've lived for centuries upon centuries of years, as many of the nations in Hetalia have, a couple of months or a year or two must pass fairly quickly so I've decided to start putting years at the beginning of my chapters. And secondly, I mentioned the War of 1812 but I don't think I ever actually told you guys what that was, and I'm sure that those of you who don't live in the UK or the US don't know what it is. I wouldn't. But basically after America's revolutionary war ended and they gained their freedom England began to destroy the US's trade ships and sent ships complete with a few thousand men to attack the US. America won, but just barely. Some historians even believe that the War of 1812 was the true revolutionary war because if the US hadn't won it, it would be very likely that the US would still be under British rule. And ironically, the War of 1812 actually occurred from 1807 to (if memory serves) 1813. Go figure.
RANDOM FACT: I am awful, dreadful, near pathetic at writing lemons and often have to consult my friend Socks when I write them, and occasionally I even flat out give up and ask her to write them for me.
Sneak Peak: Just some of the countless synonyms of discover are discern, ascertain, encounter, stumble upon, conclude, and influence.
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1902
America sat cross-legged on the floor, twiddling his thumbs together and humming random tunes to himself. Spain and France sat glaring at each other, and man, if looks could kill. The silence that had settled over the three was strangely calm and comfortable, despite the less than amiable mood the two shared. America was still pretty happy, after all he still had his clothes on.
The three sat in a circle, a stack of cards piled in the center. Strip Poker. Or at least a modified version, it resembled Rummy closely due to the fact that France had no idea how to play Poker. Each player had seven cards, America still had all of his clothes on except his leather bomber jacket, which had been forfeit after a particularly bad move on his part. The other two however, were not quite so lucky with the cards they had been dealt.
France was down to just his skin tight pants and underwear, all other clothes had been removed bad play after bad play. He didn't even have his socks or shoes. And surprisingly enough, while still thin, he had lightly packed abbs and traceable muscles. Who would've thought that France had muscles? Not him.
Spain had lost his shirt but apart from that was still clothed. While France had muscle, Spain had muscle. Like he couldn't even believe that was possible on a guy that lean, but he did. Large biceps and pectorals, hard abbs and a relative look that made him just a tad bit scarier. You really don't notice how hot a guy is until they aren't wearing their clothes.
The way France was glaring at Spain and vice versa though, he doubted either of them would have any clothes by the end of the game. And if someone did it would be Spain at this rate, he glanced at France's two last items and then at Spain who still had his pants, his belt, socks, and tan work boots.
Forty minutes later and with a seething France, Spain won. Which upset America in turn. He hadn't expected Spain to get him out of the majority of his clothes as well as leaving France completely nude. And America hated losing. So there they sat France curled up with his chin to his knees and a set glare, and America shirtless, beltless, flip flop-less. Thank god that they ran out of cards before he lost his pants.
What really made it suckish was that they couldn't get Spain to lose any of his remaining clothes, it was like he became suddenly untouchable. Spain smirked deviously," What?"
France turned his head and pouted, refusing to meet Spain's gaze.
" Man, not cool." Alfred glared daggers directly into Spain's soul, hoping that maybe if he stayed put long enough that some residual effect would cripple Spain for life. It didn't work.
Spain threw his head back and laughed. "Well, should we call it a night then? Or are you two willing to up the stakes?"
He dragged his gaze down Frances naked form, practically fucking him with his eyes. America hadn't seen Spain do that to anyone before; he didn't even think that it was possible for Spain to do that. And while America hadn't ever seen Spain do that before, there were two nations that had and in fact were very familiar with receiving it. They just didn't flaunt their polygamist relationship*.
America while he certainly wasn't completely inexperienced in the ways of sex, hadn't actually gone all the way. As in he was still a virgin, on both ends. Which was why he resolved to get the fuck out now, while he still could.
"Well, while that sounds wonderful, I have to go. I think I left my grandmother on fire." America got up grabbed his clothes and got out of there as fast as he could. Only once he was out of Spain's house and trekking across his lawn did he feel guilty for leaving France alone to be eaten by the big bad wolf. But then again France was a big boy and certainly knew how to… sate the appetite of such a predator… and sometimes the seemingly hunted very quickly become the hunters. But that was something America was blissfully unaware of.
He rushed into his car, shoving the keys into the ignition and blindly tossing his clothes into the passenger's seat. He pulled out of Spain's driveway and got the fuck off the premises.
He drove aimlessly at first, rather embarrassed at how that turned out. He trusted both of them a lot, but… They were his friends, it seemed weird doing something like that with them. It would be like having sex with Britain, he blanched at the thought… Wait! Did Arthur get laid? And if he did… do that stuff, with who? He didn't know anyone who was close to him, like that. He knew Britain was sometimes hanging out with France and they talked a lot but if France was with Spain… He shook his head to clear his thoughts, everything was way too complicated.
He had wet dreams before and masturbated of course, but he hadn't done stuff like that with anyone else before. The only person he could think of doing that with… He blushed at the thought. The only person he had ever thought about while doing stuff like that had been Russia. He didn't even notice he was doing it until he came. He blushed deeper, shook his head again and thought of nothing but the road in front of him.
Maybe he should go visit Matt, they hadn't talked in a while. Anything to clear his thoughts, anything to make him stop thinking of him. Alfred couldn't stop that man from worming his way into his thoughts and occupying his time, it's not like Ivan would ever like him like that. I mean for fuck's sake the poor man had to babysit him when he was younger, something he always found odd. He never understood why England did things, but that in particular had always seemed weird. He could have been watched by anyone, why did Britain always take him to Ivan's?
More confusing things. He turned, on to what road, he didn't know. He glanced around, trying to figure out where he was. With startling realization he recognized that he was only four miles away from the airport, and a few hours away from Matt. Canada always had a calming effect on you, even if you were troubled and confused. All you had to do was sit by him and talk and it was like everything got so much better, so much faster. He nodded his head. To Canada.
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Okay this was short, but I did this on purpose because I need your opinions. Like seriously the fate of this story balances upon your oblong shaped head, which I'm sure is beautiful.
I can't decide if I want to put sub pairings in here or not. Like a game of thrones, 20 main stories and 50 sub stories except completely not to that extreme. More like RussiaXAmerica and then a little bit about SpainXBritain and another pairing which I haven't decided on yet. Like Junjou Romantica, where you had the two main characters and then you have the two other pairings that still intertwine with the story. I'm not going to be like, " GraAAHHGG YOU HAVE TO REVIEW THIS OR I WILL TURN inTO !" No. Just say no.
But I don't want to make a decision that leaves some of you unsatisfied. I can keep it how I've been writing it so far or I could add the other two. And if you guys like the idea of adding changing it, you need to give me a second pairing. I love you!~
I don't know what to do! I wrote this and now I'm looking back on it knowing I should write more but I have zero drive to do so… Instead, I will just upload the next chapter really fast.
