So I guess everything worked out far better than I thought it would have. A wish from my past - and present- self was realized and granted. Meanwhile the museums would be happy with the amount of items me and America had collected.
Now what is there to talk about? A happy ending for all involved, mission completed and- ahem- the hero got the [i]girl[/i] in the end… Well remember when I said that a truck driver was going to come and collect both us and the items. It was late, very late.
True, the house had fallen before we had expected it to but close to two hours of waiting later it felt like an age had passed and that was only made worse by an increasing tension between me and America. America and I had decided an hour or so in to lean on the large bed, him at one end and me at the other. I told him not to sit or lie down because the bed was an artefact and the museums would kill me if it was 'infected' by the present more than needed.
Sometime during those two hours I felt a tingle go up my spine, making me shake slightly. I knew tingles and this one felt like a 'being watched' tingle. I didn't move my head though and just kept looking over to the sea beyond the cliff. It didn't stop though, to the contrary it seemed to magnify as time passed and soon I started to feel a bit jumpy as well as annoyed and awkward. When I turned toward the side of the bed where America had been leaning I saw that he was now right next to me, staring at me intently with those blue eyes of his.
Of course I jumped back slightly in surprise but America's expression didn't even change, showing no sign of apology or even starting to make up an excuse as to why he was so close. Soon I got bored of waiting for a response and asked
"What are you looking at me for?"
"Trying to undress you with my eyes" He said surprisingly quickly and seriously
I felt myself blush heavily and stuttered out
"W-why?"
America didn't respond this time and simply moved closer, stretching out his right arm towards me, touching my cheek with his hand. I flinched back slightly but then felt myself relax. I was about to raise a complaint when he came forward and kissed me lightly on the lips like he had before. I didn't flinch from it like I had told my body to do. Instead I stood there and let him kiss me.
I hadn't noticed I had closed my eyes until I felt a warm and wet thing poke at my mouth. My eyes shot open and I pushed America away, who was now closer than before with his other arm on my left cheek. I became acutely aware of the height difference as he seemed to loom slightly above me. That didn't stop me protesting though.
"H-hey! Don't do that! The truck could get here any minute" I said. There was a pause from the American before he said
"I'll make it quick then" he moved closer again just as I had been about to reply and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I tried to push him back again but now he grabbed my shoulders and latched on. I felt the heat inside my mouth and a light blush covered my face. I stopped fighting after a while, against my will of course, and let America explore my mouth, even jabbing at his tongue with my own in a completely pointless fight for dominance.
A small time later I felt his mouth disconnect from mine and I whimpered slightly without telling my body to. Then I felt the heat of his kisses again going slowly down my neck, flinching as they connected with my skin. His hands moved as well, playing with my blond hair and squeezing my ears slightly. I felt a small noise come out of my mouth when he squeezed the top part of my ears and for a moment I felt everything stop before America continued.
I felt him push me slightly, squeezing both my ears at the same time so my legs went a bit wobbly. We fell back together but the landing was soft as I had landed on the feather mattress. America was now above me and looked down at me, mumbling something which I wish I hadn't heard.
"Cute…"
I blushed heavily at my lost pride and said
"Who's cute you wanker!?"
America smiled and then started playing around with the buttons on my clothes. I struggled slightly but then decided it was futile, all his weight was sitting on my legs and my arms didn't seem to want to respond anymore. He took off my green and slightly tatty jacket and then my shirt underneath and I could feel the cool breeze on my bare skin, making me shiver slightly.
I covered my face with my arm, my hand covering my eyes so he wouldn't see my blush but still shivered slightly at the new found chill.
"Sorry" I heard America say "you'll be warm soon" I blushed harder and then saw, through the gaps between my fingers, that America was taking his own jacket and shirt off, exposing his toned, -well ok- muscular, chest. I felt a small perk in my lower half and heat travel through my entire body. He smiled and looked down me and that's when I noticed the sizable bulge in his pants. For a few milliseconds I thought it might be painful then I shook my head.
America smiled and bent low, kissing me lightly again and removing my arm from my face
"Don't be scared, I won't hurt you" he said. He then moved his hands up to my chest and started playing with my nipples, making small moans escape me as they hardened into buds. He moved his weight off my legs slightly as he adjusted his position and started touching my clothed member.
I was embarrassed but felt heat rise almost instantly as he began rubbing.
"Ah… mngh…"
"So you're already there, huh?" I heard him say and for once didn't respond as my body heat increased more and I started to feel a guilty sense of pleasure. I felt even chillier as America slipped off my trousers and eventually my pants, exposing my whole member to the cool air. The foreign feeling of the air made me twitch slightly. I tried to cover my face again as I felt myself become harder than before. America wouldn't let me though and I felt my arms be pinned down to my sides as he leaned down and kissed me. I felt my eyes close and my thoughts start to leave my head, that worried me but I didn't have much time to dwell on it as America pulled back and panted slightly to get his breath back. I looked into his blue eyes to see that they had gone darker and looking closer I saw they were glazed over.
"A-america?" I asked nervously. America replied by moving his head down slowly, licking and sucking on my torso and making several love bites. I couldn't help groaning slightly as he moved to just above my member. I suddenly felt something hot and wet touch it and flinched, bucking my hips as America started licking me.
"Ah… a-ah! America" I said, my own eyes glazed he continued licking without a sound. Suddenly he stopped and I whimpered in disappointment before he took me in his mouth and I moaned erotically. This felt too good and with America doing it I couldn't seem to stop myself.
I let him suck for a while and then suddenly I fond I wanted something else. I moved my hands down, my arms having been released earlier and dragged America's head up.
"A-america~ Please~"
America smiled then, that cocky smile which I normally hated. Though, this time, it left me wanting more. I waited for a moment and then I saw America move his fingers toward my face
"Lick 'em" he said in a tone that brooked no argument. I took them into my mouth and sucked slowly. America seemed to be quivering and as I released his fingers he looked up at me suddenly and said "why have you got to be so sexy!?"
Before I had anytime to question the outburst, just as suddenly he slipped a finger into my entrance and I gripped the bed sheets in pain, forgetting its antiquity completely in my haze. I wasn't that new to sex, not really, I mean I'm an old country; of course I've done this. But I was very rarely on the receiving end…
I felt him add another and then another as time passed. While it felt good I really wanted him to hit that one spot. I started to get frustrated because I thought he was missing it on purpose. Growling I sat myself up, America's fingers still inside me and a shocked expression on his face. I reached down and undid his trousers and moved down his pants until his member showed. I looked up at him and he seemed to get any message I was putting across. He retracted his fingers completely and kissed me lightly before thrusting into me.
"Ah!" I moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain, feeling every movement he made inside of me. I felt him stop for a moment, probably for me to get adjusted then I felt him move, slow at first and then moving up to a regular rhythm "mn-ahh… A-ameri…ca!" I moaned and suddenly I found a clear spot in my mind and I said "the b-bed"
"I'll pay if they ask" he said as he continued thrusting. I lost my resistance then as he moved up and started hitting that spot. It went on like that for a while and then I felt pressure rise in my lower half and then I came violently, seeing white and feeling heat inside of me before I relaxed and felt America move out of me. I started to feel very tired after that and as America curled around me I couldn't help but snuggle into him. I could practically see him smile and I heard him chuckle as he said
"England, I love you so much right now" He then started to relax as well and we fell asleep, dead to the world and only alive to each other.
As I slept the image of that letter came into my mind and me when I was writing it. I remember the sadness I had felt and the thoughts of both futility in writing the letter and hope that it would be seen. I smiled in my sleep.
Guess the fires really do like me I thought then feel into deep sleep.
