Hey everyone~! ^_^ XMAS IS COMING OMG LET'S GO WILD! *cough* Ahem, yeah "n.n I just can't wait for the hols is all :P And as I is so nice, I'm even planning a special chapter for Xmas ;D Anywho, in the meantime I fused two requests together because they were kinda similar and I thought it would be kinda cool to have them both happen :) That being said I abridged one slightly but it'll become clear why I did later :P Hope you enjoy~
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Chapter Twenty One- OneGirlStudio and liondancer17's Requests
It was during a G8 meeting that it happened, and oh boy had it happened.
Usually much calmer than the usually anarchic World Meetings, the G8 had made considerable progress that day and so a break was called at leisure. It had been a good day in Germany's mind: they had gotten through the majority of topics already, people were acting civil and cooperating, and America and England weren't throwing each other flirty glances or arguing with each other.
But then, that happened.
The G8 members certainly did think it strange when America went off to catch some 'chill time' in a nearby room without the Brit for once, instead opting to drag Canada with him. However the two of them were brothers and so nothing was thought of it. Nothing at all.
That was, until Italy just so happened to be passing by the room that contained America and that country whose name he just couldn't remember. Being the ever-curious individual, he decided to just casually listen in for a bit to see if anything interesting was being discussed.
"Hehe, you got it everywhere..." America said in a low voice.
"I just can't help it... it drives me crazy and I just couldn't stop," Canada tried to explain. "It's just so good!"
"It's all sticky," the hero observed, to which the other quietly said, "I know..."
"Looks like I have no choice but to lick it all up," America said, a small chuckle escaping his lips.
"Ve~?" Italy wondered. That sounds kind of weird... he thought uncertainly, but thought it better not to jump to conclusions straight away.
"All right, shall we continue?" America asked after a brief moment.
"Well I have every intention of finishing this," Canada said simply. "Well go on then, get it out."
"You bet bro! Behold the glory of the USA!"
Italy heard Canada gasp and could imagine the grin on America's face as he said, "Impressive, right?"
"It's just so big..." Canada said in disbelief.
"Haha! You act like you're surprised," the other laughed. "You're totally in awe right now!"
"I guess, but it's not all that amazing," Canada said grudgingly.
"Don't lie bro! You totally want it inside of you!"
"VE!" Italy dashed off at the speed of light upon hearing that, partly because he wanted to get away ASAP but also to tell Germany- and poor England- that an extreme form of 'brotherly love' was currently underway.
"Germany!" Italy cried, dramatically bursting into the main room where all the other countries were.
"What is it Italy?" Germany asked, quickly glancing up from the papers he was currently perusing.
"It's America and Canada! They- They... VE!" he yelled frantically, waving his arms around his head in a mad fashion.
"What about them?" asked Russia, dropping the temperature of the room with a sinister grin on his face. If Italy is getting so worked up then it must be something good, kol kol.
However Italy never answered the question, seemingly incapable of speech due to shock. When the others pressed him about it, he pulled a white flag from out of nowhere and started waving it manically about the place, before he motioned for the others to follow him. Once assembled outside of the door the six members began to listen in to the other two.
"Stop being stubborn and take it dude! Your body is practically begging for it," America spoke huskily, those listening in immediately tensing in an instant.
"You can't be serious," Germany said with a deadpanned expression, glancing at Japan to see if his sage-like knowledge had anything to say on this matter. It apparently didn't, and Japan did what he did best which was refraining from voicing any opinions whatsoever. It wasn't surprising when France barged past everyone and tried to fling the door open, only to be pulled back by Germany who gave him the 'If-you-open-this-door-I-will-personally-kill-you-and-enjoy-doing-it-what-kind-of-sick-person-are-you' look.
"So? You ready to succumb yet or what?" the hero asked cheekily.
"N-No! I think it is you that should-"
"Listen Canadia, here I am being totally nice and you're rejecting me. I guess you're just a little intimidated, seeing as you've probably never taken in anything as big as mine before."
"Would you just listen to me? I-"
"Quit stalling and let's just get to the good stuff!"
"Hey! Wait! Ame-! N-no, mmph!"
"Yeah, that's it... just like that," America purred.
"Ah! Hnn, I hate- Ngh!- you!"
"Haha, it's so obvious that you're lying. You want it bad!"
Italy frowned and turned around to see how England was taking this, amazed to see him simply standing there: a completely bemused expression on his face. It wasn't until Canada cried out "America!" that something within him seemed to snap.
Scowling the mother of all scowls, the gentleman charged forward and easily barged past all of the other countries- even Germany who was wise enough to know that you do not mess with England when he is this pissed off.
Now England wasn't sure why, but what he was hearing was... upsetting him? Annoying him? He wasn't really sure, but he didn't like it. "Who the bloody hell does he think he is?" he muttered angrily, not really sure why he had said that because it wasn't as if he had any sort of claim to the bigger nation. However his rational mind refused to work, and so regardless of what he was about to see he flung the door open and yelled:
"YOU BLOODY WANKER! WHAT IN GOD'S NAME DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DO-"
"Huh? Iggy, what's up?" America asked, briefly looking up from where he was attempting to wrestle a ridiculously large burger down Canada's throat.
"Wait- what...?" the Brit asked, quickly glancing around the room and noting the portable pancake maker in the corner, and the huge mountain of McDonald's bags everywhere.
"I was saying how burgers were the best things ever, so I was proving it!" America grinned.
Canada escaped the self-proclaimed hero's grasp and managed to choke down the junk food before adding on, "But I insisted that pancakes are better, so we were having a competition."
"I totally won," America grinned. "Although Cannelloni is way skilled at making pancakes. You should totally try them!"
"I'M CANADA!"
"Sure thing Catamaran," America smiled, completely clueless as CANADA face-palmed and opened up the pancake maker to retrieve the now completed treat. "All right! More pancakes! Not as good as burgers, but still awesomely sweet!" America cheered, going and standing over Canada before he was swatted away by said country. Remembering that the gentleman had been mad upon entering the room, America went over to him and asked:
"So what's up Iggy? You seem kinda steamed."
"I... Well, I... You see..." the gentleman spoke slowly and carefully, thinking about how best to word his answer. If he came right out and said 'I thought you and Canada were doing the nasty' then he would have to justify just why it got him so mad.
Wait a minute, why did I get like that? It's not as if he's not allowed to if he wants, what right have I to stop him? But still... And are those pancakes really THAT good? He never praises MY food like that! If he wants pancakes then I could just make them for him! What the hell? Why do I even care? I DON'T BLOODY CARE!
England was becoming dizzier and dizzier until it got to the point that he had to get the hell out of that room. Blushing (due to the dizziness, England claimed) he yelled, "Don't get the wrong bloody idea! It's not as if I care about what you get up to anyway, idiot! In fact I honestly couldn't care less!"
And with that, he stormed out of the room.
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"Wow, you really are good at making pancakes, ve~" Italy said happily, digging into his second. After the awkward incident the other countries had invited themselves into the room in order to sample some of these amazing pancakes, apart from Germany (who refused to partake in such ridiculous activities when they still had a meeting to finish) and Japan (who had gone to see if England was okay). America had initially wanted to run after England, but after seeing how angry he was he thought better of it and agreed that Japan, being able to calm almost anyone down, would be the best person to go and assess the situation. Why the heck was England snapping at me anyways? the hero thought moodily, shovelling some more pancakes and burgers into his mouth (at the same time) to try and distract himself.
It was to no avail. The food simply didn't taste as good as before and so America got up and actually left it. Canada was visibly shocked when he saw this, but America smiled and said, "I'm just gonna go and check on Iggy. I'll check back later Carnation!"
"I'M CANADA!"
"Haha! That's what I said bro!"
Just ignore it and go to your happy place, just ignore it and go to your happy place, Canada chanted in his head, taking a deep breath before resuming his pancake making for all of the countries he had found himself cooking for.
"Okay, so I think they went down here somewhere," America said to himself, traversing the narrow hallways until he found the place he was looking for after hearing England and Japan. "I'll just ask him what I did and then I can go back to enjoying the food," the hero reasoned, making his way up to the door but pausing instead of opening it. If he wasn't mistaken, he could swear he was hearing England moaning.
"Uhn... that's really good Japan," England said softly. "Thank you for this."
"It's no problem England-san. It looked as though you were in desperate need of some kind of release, so I'm more than happy to help."
Huh? America wondered, pressing his ear further up against the door because he was sure that he was hearing this wrong.
"Ah, oh yes... Japan, that feels amazing," the Brit sighed happily.
"Oh no, I can make you feel much better than this England-san," Japan said, a small chuckle evident in his voice.
"Ah!" All of a sudden, the volume of England's voice rose significantly. "W-Wait a second! What are you doing?"
"Please don't worry England-san, here's really tight so I have to loosen it up first."
"Uhn, hah! J-Japan! Hey, stop it! Ah! L-Let's switch okay? Let me do you!"
"Please just bear with it, I'll be able to make this feel incredible in a moment."
"Let's not be too hasty here! Ah! Please, let's switch okay?"
"No, you need this much more than I do," Japan said simply. "Now then, if I do this..."
"AH!"
No freaking way! Are you serious! I didn't think Japan was like that! Why doesn't Iggy just kick his ass already? Yeah, he should tell Japan to get lost! If not, I'll go do it! America thought, his mood rapidly diminishing with the more he heard. He suddenly stopped and thought seriously: Hang on... why is this annoying me so much? If Iggy does or doesn't stop it then that's up to him... so then why do I seriously not like the idea of him with someone else? I mean, it's not like I actually... I mean I'm pretty sure that I don't...
"Better?" Japan asked.
"Y-Yeah," England said, before a contented moan escaped his lips.
"I told you that you'd adjust," Japan said happily.
"I'm doing you next time," England insisted, before he cut himself off to moan again.
"Very well, but for now... would you like to take this further England-san?"
"Ye-"
"NO HE DOESN'T! SO JUST BACK AWAY FROM HIM ALREADY!" Not really thinking things through, America burst through the door and answered for the Brit.
"What on earth?" England asked, looking at the American before him. "May I ask why can't I enjoy a simple massage?" he asked.
"Massage?" America asked, noting how England was simply sat down on a chair with Japan stood behind him with his hands on his shoulders.
"Wait... so, he was just giving you a massage dude?" If Iggy wanted a massage then he could've just asked me! Wait... WHAT AM I THINKING?
"Yes, England-san seemed very tense and so I thought that this would help."
"It did, but bloody hell Japan, you can be brutal!" England laughed. He then focused on America, "What are you doing here anyway? What nonsense were you yelling when you first walked in here?"
"I, err... I totally... don't know what you're talking about Iggy! Haha!" There's no way I can say that I thought he was getting it on with Japan! Or that I was kinda jea- NO! No, I wasn't jealous... totally not jealous...
"Can you leave then?" the gentleman asked, looking towards the floor. "I'm sure your beloved pancakes are far more important then hanging around here."
"Oh no, don't mind me. Please, carry on with the massage Japan."
"Idiot! He can't bloody do it if you're here! It would be too weird!"
Exactly, thought the hero, before mentally kicking himself. This is bad...
Meanwhile, back at the new designated 'Pancake Room', Canada realised that England hadn't yet had a chance to try one and so he quickly made one, put it on a plate and headed off in search of the island nation.
Upon finding the room that England was in, he was about to open it when he heard:
"England-san, it's tightened up again."
"Well it's not my bloody fault if he's going to keep doing that!"
"Well then let me get you off instead!" America insisted.
"Wait a sec-"
"Japan, let's try it this way okay? Yeah, kinda like this position, so if you put yourself like this..."
"Err- America-san? I'm not really- ah!"
"You idiot, what are you- hnn!"
"Just sit back and let me work my magic as well!"
"Ow! You git, it hurts! I can't..."
"Hey, you can totally deal with two of us at once!"
"This is most unorthodox, but you seem to be faring well England-san."
"Ah! D-Damn, hah!"
Canada dropped the pancake to the ground, utterly frozen. A-Again? They're doing it AGAIN? And with JAPAN? MAPLE! He then promptly fainted.
Thus the G8 meeting didn't reconvene that day, because after regaining consciousness Canada rapidly ran off for a therapy session, England was busy plotting revenge on America for practically breaking his back, and everyone else was far too busy using Canada's pancake maker to pig out (although when Russia got a hold of it, everyone ran for fear of him poising them or something… yet it still would have been preferable to anything England could have managed to create had he decided to use the pancake maker).
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Aww, they is both jealous :P About the misunderstood situation between Japan and Iggy, not really sure why Japan seemed to be the seme in that one XD Possibly cuz I read a doujin where he was the other day :P Plus to get US more jel of course ;D
Anywho, until next time~ ^_^
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