Chapter 1
As Alfred's car parked in front of the world meeting's building he glanced at Arthur, who was staring out the window to the street's of London, Arthur's very own heart. When he thought about it being a nation really was weird, that you could stare out of a window and see your own heart and body. He remembered the aching pains when a part of his country was damaged, which had happened over several times throughout the years. Arthur had lived centuries longer than him, and had definitely had her country attacked and damaged more than he had, he grimaced at the thought of Arthur going through such tragedies but he had no way of changing the past.
All he could do was make sure it didn't happen in the near and distant future.
"We're here!" Alfred stated as he broke Arthur and himself from both of their tracks of thought, grinning brightly.
"Okay, we should get going. . ." She said in a slightly drowsy manner, the warmth of the sun supposedly lulling her into a state of sleepiness. Arthur let out a soft yawn, covering her mouth delicately with her right hand while squinting her eye's slightly closed in an extremely cute way.
As Arthur opened her door and got ready to leave the car Alfred interrupted her, grasping at her wrist and pulling her back into the car.
"W-wait, Arthur. I, um, I have something to. . .tell you. . ." Alfred muttered, a blush appearing across his cheek's.
Arthur tilted her head slightly to the left, her large eyebrow quirking upward in curiosity. "Oh? And what may that be?" He was curious at what could fluster the energetic nation to such an extent.
The blush on Alfred's face deepened and he glanced upwards at the gorgeous blonde, and zeroed in upon her lip's, her beautiful, luscious, kissable lip's. He barely whispered "This. . ." Before he carefully pushed his lip's onto her's, engulfing them both into a passionate kiss.
Shock paralyzed Arthur as he felt the American's lip's against his own, a few seconds passed as his mind tried to catch up with what was happening. Arthur hesitantly pushed against Alfred's chest, gently separating the two nations.
He stared up at the taller American, his eye's uncertain and confused. "I. . .I have to. . .think. . ." He said, shifting uncomfortably around in the car's seat.
Alfred tenderly looked down at the emotionally confused nation. "I understand." He said, letting go of the blonde English nation and watching as she left the car and entered the world meetings building, disappearing behind it's engulfing door's.
-sSs-
Spain pondered how he would ravage the delicate English nation when he had her in his arm's. She would drown in the pleasure he would give her, but of course she would fight and struggle at first, she had her reputation as the queen of the seas to uphold didn't she? But he would free her from the pressure by making her submit, forcing her to become his, and his alone.
Honestly, he had been infatuated with the English nation even before he knew of her actual gender, the short stature being the first thing that took his notice and then the pale, delicate skin that looked as if it was as smooth as silk, even her overly large eyebrow's were somehow endearing to the Spanish nation. Even if England was male Spain would still want her, as long as the English nation was his nothing else would matter.
He remembered from his days as a conquistador how the once pirate captain would fight, gracefully dancing around her opponent while slashing at them with her elegant yet deadly sword. Spain would have taken her and hidden her away from the world as he did all of his treasures, if he had only gotten the chance. . .
Snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of someone quickly walking through the halls, Spain head jerked upwards to see who the aforementioned nation was, only for a smirk to find it's way onto his face when he noticed it was to subject his mind been dwelling on for past few hours.
England didn't seem to be paying attention to where she was going, seemingly lost in her thoughts, Spain felt a pang of jealously centered at whoever England's mind was currently dwelling on, wanting to be the only person England's ever focused on.
Noticing that England obviously wasn't watching where she was going, Spain deciding to have a little fun. He stood in the dead center of the hallway as England walked on, not looking up to see where she was going. She had a blush that spread on both her cheek's and the tips of her ear's and she looked incredibly troubled, but god damn it if she didn't look absolutely delectable at that moment, her eye's slightly glazed over in thought with a few of her right hand's fingers hovering over her plush lip's.
Without looking up England slammed into Spain and immediately rebounded, falling backwards instantly before Spain wrapped his arm's around her waist, pressing her onto his broad chest.
A quiet gasp left her lip's as she pressed her hand's to Spain's chest, still swaying slightly from the near-fall. Her emerald eye's flicked toward's his brighter but equally green eye's.
"Sp. . .Spain?. . ." His name fluttered past her lip's, surprise still limiting her reaction.
"Yes, Mi reina de los mares?" Her nose scrunched in annoyance at him speaking in a language she didn't understand, a trait she never seemed to lose and she could not understand what he had just called her.
"Could. . .could you. . .let me go. . .now?" She half whispered, still slightly dazed from nearly falling and the immediate stop to said motion.
"No, I don't think I will." Spain's bright green eye's flashed maliciously as he suddenly tightened around England's waist, picking her up and placing her over his shoulder. She struggled and kicked her legs out as he carried her into an empty room near the hallway.
"W-what are you doing?! Let m- mmmph! Mmmf?!" England's protests were muffled as Spain slammed his hand over her screaming mouth.
"Now, now, bonito, you shouldn't be struggling so hard~ You may hurt yourself. . ." He trailed off as a hidden threat, thrusting his shoulder into her stomach, eliciting a pained groan from the petite nation.
A large, sadistic grin spread across Spain's face as he settled England upon a couch being kept in the room.
"And we don't want that, do we?~"
-sSs-
Hi everybody :3 I know I've been holding back on my Spain/England moments and I hope this is enough to quench your thirst for a little while.
Please comment! Any helpful criticism is appreciated!
