Oh dear. That's all I can say for this chapter. If you read the author's note at the end of the last chapter, you would probably be wondering what I was talking about. This is the moment that you have all been waiting for. I will tell you what this chapter is about and why I was so nervous about it. {fans travel to Europe} It's really because I am bad at this kind of thing, and I'm probably procrastinating so I have longer before the chapter begins {fans grab some guns from Switzerland's place} I know that I said I would be telling you soon {fans travel back to my place}, but I am just so worried about getting this perfect, because I just want to be as perfect as possible. {fans aim at me with guns}. Okay, I'll tell you! {Switzerland arrives and takes back guns}
This chapter prompt is… making out! Now, before you all have massive nosebleeds, let me tell you a few things. First, China and England are a couple. As usual. Also, China and England are both part of the United Nations Security Council. It is composed of the former Allies from World War II, and has 10 non-permanent members. Look it up on Google, as America says. I did not want to make this chapter all about England and China making out, since this would be a really really short chapter. So I added in some humour. I feel so bad for America…
Warning: May contain severely OOC England and China that are acting WAY too romantic.
Making Out
China twirled a pen between his fingers. He let out a heavy sigh, feeling extremely bored and tired out. Being the first one to arrive was usually peaceful and relaxing, as the meeting room, for once, would be absolutely silent. There was no America shoving burgers into his mouth, no France trying to flirt with him, and no Russia asking nations to become one with him. He really was good friends with the former Allies, but they seriously got on his nerves sometimes! However, China was completely and utterly bored. Want to know why?
England and China were dating now. No one else knew, for two main reasons. The first was that they did everything in their will to keep anyone else from finding out. Let's just say that dating, as a nation was kind of difficult. Relations between England and China (the countries) were looking up, but intimate relationships between two countries (the personifications) could get tricky. Their bosses would most likely freak out if they found out about the two. They also didn't want any other nation to find out, for political and personal reasons. Russia, Korea, Japan, Vietnam, Taiwan, and Thailand would probably kill England. Meanwhile, Scotland, Ireland, Northern Ireland, and Wales would probably kill China. Family sticks together, right?
"When will England get here?" China complained to himself. The two were still in that phase of dating where they basically had to stay stuck to here each other as if super glue was bonding them together. He continued twirling the pen between his fingers, and then started doodling on some random sheets of paper.
Without warning, a pair of hands covered China's eyes. "Guess who?" a soft voice whispered.
"England, I know it's you." China reached up to his face, grasping the nation's hands. England simply chuckled, releasing his hands and sitting down next to China.
The two sat at the meeting table, talking with each other as they waited for the other three to arrive. They had gotten to the meeting very early, or America, Russia, and France were very late. Either way, they would be waiting quite a long time. Time ticked on, and an extremely bored China soon rested his head on England's shoulders.
England started playing with China's hair, and laughed softly to himself. "Why are you laughing, England?" China asked. He stared straight at the doodles he was making, but his attention was still focused on the nation beside him.
"With your hair and facial features, it's amazing you're not a girl," answered England, still laughing under his breath. He would always tease China about his not-so-manly features, ever since they met a few centuries ago and he mistook the personification as a girl. Let's just say that was the most awkward conversation they had since China met Ancient Rome and was mistaken for a girl for the first time.
Playfully slapping England's hand away, China giggled and commented, "At least I don't have eyebrows that I need to brush out each morning." To be truthful, the European actually did have to comb his eyebrows, as well as shampoo and condition them every so often. Not really shocking though.
"Fine," England said, sticking his nose up in the air like a posh upperclassman. Or Austria. The corner of his mouth twitched, and then he burst out laughing even louder than he had before. "I feel like such a clown when I do that!" he managed to say in between waves of laughter.
"Well, you're my clown," China giggled. Standing up from the chair, he placed his lips on England's forehead. He bent over so the two were at eye level, England sitting down with China facing him, standing up. "I love you."
England grinned and leaned over to China. "I love you too." Even though China was basically on top of him, he was able to lean even closer to the Asian. China, with his beautiful amber golden eyes and milky skin, with pure black hair, as soft as silk. He had such a feminine build and stature, even though he was man. His arms snaked around China's waist, pulling him closer to him for a kiss.
Meanwhile, China was pulled towards England. England, with his mesmerizing emerald eyes staring straight into his soul, and messy, dirty blond hair. His strong build, which was hidden under a neat and handsome uniform. He accepted what England had in mind easily, pulling England closer as well.
They wrapped their arms around each other, closing their eyes.
MEANWHILE
"Come on, come on, come on! We're going to be late!" America bolted to the meeting room, with France and Russia trailing behind them. France was too exhausted to continue any faster, and Russia just didn't like walking quickly. They were holding a meeting of the United Nations Security Council that day, and they absolutely, positively, could not be late! Korea, Argentina, Australia, Luxembourg, and Rwanda would also be at the meeting, and they would be arriving any minute.
"But where is Angleterre and Chine?" France asked curiously. You do not want to know what was going on in his mind at that moment.
America quickly replied, "I think they're already at the meeting room. You know they like to get to these meetings early!" He turned toward one of the doors and quickly placed a hand on the handle. He turned it and opened the door slightly, but froze suddenly. His mouth slowly dropped open, and if someone looked at his eyes, they probably wouldn't be able to see his pupils.
Easily visible from the door were the two nations France was asking about. That would be normal. That is, if China wasn't straddling England's lap. {America was probably about as red as a tomato when he saw this little scene} England's hands had rested on China's hips, whose arms were wrapped around the former's neck. China's lips were pressed against England's, and their eyes were shut. Neither of them had noticed America standing outside the door, since they were… occupied. He was watching as the couple continued their making out.
England nibbled slightly on China's bottom lip, earning a moan from the smaller nation. The two then opened their mouths, and China slipped his tongue inside England's, playing with the Brit's own tongue. They wrestled with each other, playing for dominance, and eventually, England won. His hands moved down slowly, going further down China's back until they found and squeezed China's firm butt.
They broke apart for a few seconds, panting, with their gaze locking onto each other. Then, China quickly dove in for another kiss, running his hands through England's hair as they continued. England twirled China's ponytail in his fingers and then tugged on it, stroking the nation's smooth and soft hair. He then broke off the kiss to bite on the smaller one's earlobe, gaining an even louder groan from China. The two of them moaned into each other, their actions growing more heated and more passionate.
Anyone would have been positive the two wouldn't have noticed even if a bomb detonated. They were too focused on each other, too focused on their own world, to notice America closing the door, a giant blush on his face.
I would like to thank YueMelHamachi for favoriting and following Iggychu 30 Day Challenge! I would also like to thank a drop of golden sun35 for following Through the Pain. Thank you to Guest (FiveStars) for reviewing Through the Pain too! I am really sorry I couldn't make the story have more content, but I am planning to make a short sequel if the time allows.
Wow… I'm thinking about bumping this up to M. Actually, maybe not. But still… I felt so overheated while I was writing this chapter, I was pretty sure it was because of this chapter. Seriously. I think I will do better after this. This chapter was my first one with sexual themes, so I suspect that's why it took me so long. I don't think I'll do this again.
*silence* {fans steal Switzerland's guns again and aim at me}
Please don't shoot me! I'm too young to die, and what if I don't die but I'm just mortally wounded and forced to lie there in misery, in a pool of my own blood! Please, I'll do anything! Well, I mean within reason, I don't want to die! Please seriously, I'm a virgin! What do you think they get virgin olive oil from? The asiehowijdnsoif don't want to shoot the virgin, we are pathetic enough as it is! I apologize for the lying and the... I have relatives in your country, so I'm friendly, I promise! aslskdjowienoiejoid *sob sob sob*
CHAPTER EDIT: I noticed this about an hour after updating. I just fixed up some small errors that kept on bugging me, so I apologize for the confusing follow update thing.
