Warnings: Yaoi, Sex toys, Blow jobs,

No sex this chapter sorry... but there is a shower scene... O_O I've said too much.

"Wakey, wakey." Hungary's voice filled the room, and England lifted a drooping eyelid. France's head was resting next to the small of his back, while America was stretched out across England's head.

England felt too lazy to sit up, and an ache full of throbbing pleasure was surrounding his body. His entire body smelled of unmistakable sex, and he shivered as he recalled the night before. Hopefully, the other two didn't remember how he had been so submissive.

"Hello, sleeping beauty." America whispered, his voice husky and full of lust. He brought England in for a kiss, his hands clutching both sides of the smaller man's face. England ran his hands in small circles around the man's hips, recalling the feeling of his smooth skin, the hint of grass, sea water and other random substances in a smell that could hypnotize him. France, on the other hand, had a strong fragrance of roses and croissants, that when inhaled, could drive him over the edge. Oh god... why did it take this for him to recognize his attraction towards the two. America nodded towards Francis, and they quickly pushed them selves back into their positions. America stretched, standing up, before realizing he had stood. England realized the rope that had bonded them was removed, and they could move as they wanted too.

France followed suit, stretching and smirking at England, running his eye down the slim body and stopping at his waistline. England turned, catching the man's gaze, and smacked him, an unmistakable blush on his face. England slid to the ground, covering himself to hide his indecency. America laughed, plopping next to him. America's toned arms cradled England to his chest, snuggling his face in the older man's hair. France smirked, leaning against the wall and working his way to a sitting position, and clutching the Englishman's hand. Lips met skin, and his gently kissed the feminine like palm, working his way up the man's arm. His lips gently brushed the bruised skin of his exposed neck, and France's breath caused a shiver to run to the tips of his fingers. England closed his eyes, his breathing becoming more shallow. America shimmied around to his front, bringing one of England's perfect nipples into his mouth, playing with the nub and giving small nips. The inviting mouth pulled away, scanning the handy-work they had done last night, recalling all the moments. Francis stopped momentarily, curious of what the American was doing.

He had begun to trace over the man's smooth chest, the Brit curiously watching. France smirked at how entranced the two had become, watching something as simple as pointing out all details of the man's body. Really, they were two in the same.

England realized how silent it had become, and he blushed, swatting America's hand away.

"I-I think that's enough." He flushed, pulling his knees to his chest. He wondered why the two men in front of him grinned, before realizing they now had a perfect view of his ass, and a pretty good view of the prize they only wished to own. He glowered at the two, pushing his legs back down.

"What else am I supposed to do?" He muttered. "I don't have clothing!"

"I'm not going to protest the matter." France winked, causing England to stutter.

"You could ask." Hungary grinned as she stepped through the door. "And no attempts to escape, please. I have traps set up in case you run." England scowled, grabbing France to hide his exposed body. France smirked, wrapping his arms around the man.

"So eager to continue?" France whispered.

"Not on your life." France just shrugged, pulling him into his lap so he could still see Hungary, but his vital regions were covered.

"So, Which one of you would like to shower first?" Hungary asked, holding out a towel and staring straight at England. "I'm assuming it would be better for you?" England flushed, knowing she had to be watching the earlier antics. He reached out his hand to catch the flying towel, and wrapped it around himself, following her out the door in shame.

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The water gently rubbed against England's skin, and he realized just how soiled he was. He gently washed his chest, avoiding any spots that could possibly hurt when pressed. One pesky mess needed to be scrubbed with his nails, but it was odd... he had the remnants from the time France caused him to come, the end when he was forced to do it himself-those bastards- but a spot he didn't recognize. He shrugged it off, washing away the memories of sex, as the white-tinged water flushed down the drain. He sighed, closing his eyes.

A warmness filled his back as he was suddenly pulled a bit backwards, being embraced. Hands slipped to his front, gently prodding his cock. England stared, wide-eyed, thinking back. He hadn't even noticed that someone had come in.

England whipped his head around, coming face to face with France. France smirked in reply, taking England into his right hand. England was still stunned, before he gave one small shudder. France cradled his chin and pulled gently upwards to kiss him. France continued moving his hand to pleasure England, and pulled him closer. The two completely forgot about the water, France falling backwards into the wall. England continued their side kiss, France fondling the smaller man's cock. He broke away, turning the smaller man around and smirking at how involved he had become. He quickly scowled, being brought back to reality, and looked at the ground.

"F-Fucking Frog. Why are you in here?" England flushed.

"I was supposed to shower next, and I came in here to check on you. Perhaps you need assistance?" France raised his eyebrows in amusement as England quickly shook his head.

"Hm... but your still not clean. You missed a spot." He ran his hand over England's arse, and he pulled away, glaring.

"I can g-get it m-myself!"

"Let's see then."

"Not while you're in here!" England huffed, crossing his arms. France put up his hands, slowly backing up and leaving the tub. The door opened and shut, and just to be sure, England poked his head out. Nothing.

He slowly went back in. True... he needed to completely be clean. His hands worked their way down to his hips, and he sighed, grabbing a rag. He wrapped it around his index finger, plunging it in.

England shuddered, letting out a small moan, before quickly taking it out. He sighed, pushing it back in and swirling it, only causing more moans and groans to escape his lips. When he had deemed he was done, he had gotten another hard on.

"G-God..." He whispered. "I wish I hadn't sent F-Francis out..." Arthur stammered. France pulled back the curtain, winking. Arthur was stunned for a second, sure he had left, but didn't demand he leave for sure, this time. France already knew what he wanted.

"Your wish is my command, Mon Cher." England blushed, but didn't protest as France pulled the checkered curtain shut behind him, sweeping England forward. He pressed his lips to England's slowly sitting down on the edge. France pulled away, leaving England slightly confused.

"What are you doing?" England demanded, voice laced with the unmistakable tone of want.

France only kissed his hips, before turning his attention to the real problem. His tongue shot out, licking the sides, before completely encasing England in warmth. England let out a hiss, his hands immediately shooting to grab onto France's locks. France's tongue rolled up and down the shaft, amrs wrapping around his waist. He gently pulled him forward, forcing as much of the sweet man inside his mouth as he could.

"Nnnn... Ha...ha... F-Francis..." England hissed, the water still falling down his back and flattening his hair. France mumbled something unintelligible, relishing the taste and smell. England smelled of tea... a fruity flowery tea that lingered in your nose and drove you crazy at night. He tasted of crumpets and scones... not England's scones, but scones that wouldn't kill you were definitely there.

"F-Francis! I-I..." Before England could finish his lust-packed sentence, he came, spilling inside France's mouth. France swallowed it, the warm liquid going easily down his throat. England collapsed into France's lap.

"Feel better?" England nodded, the least of embarrassed at this point. He buried his face into the Frenchman's neck, who in turn, flipped the water off. France lifted England's legs up to wrap around his waist, and France carried him out of the room. Hungary met them outside, practically melting.

"Thanks for the show." She winked, snapping. Two towels were thrown down a chute, and she quickly handed them to France, who wrapped one around his waist, and one was thrown across England. As they were led back, England whispered, "Hey, Francis?"

"Hm?"

"S-She wasn't watching in the bathroom, of all places, w-was she?"

"Of course not." France lied, smirking at how England seem to calm down, making a note to get the video from her at some point in the future.

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"Iggy!" America grinned when the two came back, England still resting in France's arms. England flinched, and France knew that meant he wanted down. He gently put his feet on the floor, holding the edges of the towel out like a curtain, smirking at England. When the smaller man was straightened out, France wrapped it around his waist, slowing down as he started to tie the corners. England stared at his hands, then looked up at his face, scowling at his smirk.

"Stop thinking you're clever or something!" England smacked him over the head, crossing his arms. He turned to the American, noticing he was in a towel, too.

"When did you shower?"

"I went to a different showering facility. I saw Kiku there... do you think she has everybody?"

England shook his head, looking at his feet. "I saw Kiku and Heracles in the same... situation we are, when I escaped." America contemplated this, shuddering when he deciphered the meaning behind it.

"So... what do we do?"

"Wait out the two weeks, and be my little... pawns." The small intercom in the corner rang, clicking off. England glared, wanting to rake her face off.

Click. "One more thing. Say goodnight. Jóéjt" Gas pumped through the vents, filling up the room. England tore off his blanket, luckily it was still damp, and he pressed it to his nose and mouth. America, not being fast enough, quickly passed out and fell to the floor, eyes slipping shut. England coughed at the lack of air, but not willing to be forced to sleep, not just yet.

France was forced to remove the towel, no air getting through, and he soon slipped out of consciousness.

"C'mon, England! Your still going to be stuck here, even if you don't pass out this once, so why fight it?"

"I'm going to give in that easily? I'm bloody Britain, for cryin' out loud!" Feeling faint, he dove to the blankets and pillows, piling them around his mouth. On the intercom, Hungary's sigh was apparent.

"Guards, Please help our little guest." There was a muffled reply, and footsteps descended down the stairs. The door slipped open, three men in masks entering. England blushed, only being in a towel, but hid his face from them. Two of the masked men grabbed his arms, and he tugged them away forcefully.

"We don't want to hurt him." The guard said aloud. "Especially because being a country, he can really screw us." The three laughed, but Hungary sighed, frustrated.

"We'll give you a choice, England." She finally decided. A pause. "You can give in now, and breathe in the gas, or we can use force."

"Well, I have my pride, so I'm not going to do it by will." He spit, burying his face in the blanket. The intercom clicked off. There was muffled talking coming from the men's masks, and before he could react, they had pulled him onto his knees, holding his wrists out and the blankets fell away. He shut his mouth, but the white gas filled his nose, forcing him to cough. The blackness seemed very welcoming, and he let it swallow him, forcing him into the black, before his eyes fluttered shut and he dropped to the floor.

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"Mon Petite Lapin, you sleep much to long." France chuckled in England's ear, and his eyes snapped open. His wrists ached, and they had throbbing, little marks from fingers that had been there previously.

"F-Francis!" England gasped, trying to back up. He was on his hands and knees, but France grabbed his arms to stop him.

"Amerique is behind you. You'll only run into the sleeping bafoon." England turned, and realized he was right. America was sprawled over his back and rear, snoring. England shivered as his warm breath entered his entrance, and he squirmed.

"B-But why are you there?" England asked, straining his neck to look up. France caught it, hoping to make it easier on the man.

"Mix it up?" France laughed at England's disgusted face, bending down to kiss his forehead. He ruffled the blond, messy hair, earning a blush from the small man.

"Now I can see your wonderful faces, hm?" France cooed, knowing England couldn't slap him. England scowled, looking at the ground.

"Je T'aime..." He whispered, leaning close to England's face. England looked up, slightly surprised.

"S-Stop spouting nonsense, you frog!" He turned red, glaring at nothing. France chuckled, about to say more when a yawning interrupted them. America sat up, rubbing his eyes. He glanced around, before his eyes wandered over to England and France, giving them a big grin.

"Why're you just sitting around?" America asked, a stupid smile on his face as he went to stand.

"A-America! Don-" America stood, not noticing the robe until it was to late, and dragged England's backside along with him, so he was half in the air, his head in France's lap.

England cried out, the rope cutting into his waist. America was shocked for a second, realizing the ropes were back in place.

"Idiot..." France scoffed, standing also and supporting the smaller man with his arms. America whipped his hands around to catch England, so he was suspended in the air. He blushed, the cold air hitting his vital regions and causing him to blush and a slight erection to start forming.

"Wouldn't this be an interesting position." France chuckled, his arms under England's forearms and holding part of his chest. England glared at the two perverts, sighing at America's idiocy.

"Can you just put me down- Ak!- America! Carefully!" They had worked themselves to the floor, setting England down.

Click. "So, as you may of guessed, since England rebelled yesterday, you get a little... punishment." The three could hear the grin in her tone, and hung onto every word.

"I don't think it's fair to punish all of you since England was the only one who truly disobeyed, we have already set up his trial. America, if you will just glace at his vital regions." England blushed, bringing his legs closer together. France smirked at the small man's embarrassment, and brought his head up into a kiss. England tried to break free, but soon melted to the touch, just enough time for America to pry his legs apart and grin.

"Hmm, whats this?" France smirked, holding the man up slightly to look. America reached his hands between England's thighs, prodding the small metal object. England shook, not wanting to look. He worked up the courage, craning his neck and spotting a small metal object... only identified as a cock ring. Hungary gave a spine-tingling giggle, and France smirked at England's surprise.

"W-Why can't you leave us alone, git?" England demanded, smacking France's hand away. He wobbled, but America quickly steadied him.

"It's only two weeks out of your life of forever. Can't say you didn't enjoy it. But I'm sure the two will enjoy this. Remember to thank me later." With a click, the intercom turned off.

"F-Fuckin' get this off me!" England ordered.

"I don't think we're allowed to. Doesn't she have like body guards or something?" The marks on his wrists started to pound in remembrance, and he sighed.

"Don't touch me." England hissed. "Can we just lay down?"

"But we've been sleeping so much, lately!" America complained.

"Wonder who's fault that was..." England glared at the wall, shaking his head. "We can talk to entertain you. I don't want to sit up at the moment." France smirked, about to help them tumble over, when England gave a sudden jerk.

"What happened?" America asked, looking around for ghosts in a fit of terror.

"It's v-v-v-vibrating..." England shut his eyes tightly, fumbling for the ring.

"Uh, uh, uh. Remember who's in charge." Hungary called from the intercom. England shuddered, unable to hear anything more, the blood rushing to his ears. America's hands rested on his back, and he could feel his jerky movements, no doubt barking out England's name. France's hands rested on his chin, bringing his entire face up. He slid open one of his eyes, spotting the Frenchman's smirk, as the blood started to clear from his head.

"Iggy!" America's voice entered his ears, being brought down from his high.

"What is it?" England croaked, craning his back as the vibration continued.

"Oh good. I thought she had hurt you." America grinned, head resting in the small of his back. England shook, becoming uncomfortable with building tension.

"A-America..." England whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Hurry up..."

"What do you mean?"

"Just... d-do it already!"

Boring end but I didn't know how to end it :P Next chapter will have real smut in it!